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Oh my god. This is so overdue, it's crazy. Sorry, guys. I hope this is enough to make you forgive me.

Lucy avoided Sam's calls after that. She never answered when she got a call from either of the brothers, really. She loved them to death, but something broke inside of her the moment she found out about Sam's soul. That's what she had her vision about, actually. She saw into Sam's soul, and when she was ready to take a peak, all she saw was a vast nothingness. She immediately jumped to the conclusion that Dean and Samuel had banned together to get Sam out of there, regardless of the consequences. So she left, and broke all ties with the brothers Winchester. It hurt for so long, starting college, enrolling in her Criminal Justice courses, getting an apartment in Ann Arbor with the girls, and not being able to tell the brothers about it. But she knew it was what time had called for. She realized that day that her relationship with the brothers was just a dream, a wonderful dream, but all dreams end.

Truth was, she was so angry at Dean and Sam and the Braedens, even, for whatever it was, she couldn't bear the memory of them. So she moved on.

She cried almost every night, when the others were sleeping. And every night she considered giving up this strike of hers, just picking up a phone and calling. Sometimes she did, but she blocked her number, and as soon as Dean picked up, she hung up. She just wanted to know that he was still alive. That her elusiveness hadn't driven him into destruction. But he had been just fine with the Braedens without her. He would be fine. And Sam would be fine, too. Or whatever Sam was now. He only cared about himself, so of course he was fine.

All of the girls were going to different places, considering what their chosen professions were. But there were all centered in Ann Arbor, so they shared their apartment. It felt just like their younger years, too. They were all growing up, even Pearl. And their lives were going smoothly.

Lucy had recently turned 20. Marie was 21, and enjoying her ability to be legally drunk. Not that she was an alcoholic, but she was a partier. She always had been. Pearl was 20, also. She thought. She could never be too certain about those things.

Lucy had spent 2 years learning all about criminals and she enjoyed it. It gave her purpose, and took her mind off of the brothers. She loved using science against people, and she planned on becoming a private detective. She didn't want to waste more time going to the police academy, and being a fed gave her shivers. So PI it was.

It was a late winter day when all of that changed.

"You know, maybe you should see a psychologist," Marie told her. "You show signs of a deprived childhood."

"I don't need to pay for a psychological evaluation, Marie. I get enough of that from you. And I already know what's wrong with me. I'm a demon. Enough said."

"No, really," Marie exclaimed. "Don't want you to kill yourself or something. I know you still cry about Sam." Lucy glared at her best friend. "I'm sorry," Marie apologized. "That crossed a line. But still, I want you to be okay."

"Okay," Lucy leveled. "If you think I still need special help when you are a doctor, I'll be your first client. That good with you?"

"Great!" Marie shrieked. "And I have no doubts you will." Lucy shuddered and turned. Good thing my fingers were crossed when I made that promise, Lucy thought. A badass PI doesn't take therapy.

Lucy grabbed her bag and went for the door. "I have to go to class," she told Marie. "See ya later. And tell Pearl to wash her clothes already when she wakes up." Pearl had neglected to learn how to use the wash machine, so the whole laundry area smelled like dirty clothes. It surprised even Lucy how many versions of the same outfit Pearl was able to find at the stores. But recently, she had taken to branching out. Even though everything she wore was still in white.

The whole way to class, Lucy felt like she was being watched. She could call it demon senses or just a woman's instinct, but someone was definitely following her. The tail stopped off as she entered her class, but as soon as the class was over, the feeling came back. She went to her other classes (she couldn't just take criminal justice, as much as she would like to), as they were all in the morning, and as soon as 1 o'clock in the afternoon came around, she was dog tired of watching her every step. So she stopped walking.

She reached out with her mind, a cool trick she had learned how to do, and searched for the source of the vibe she was getting. Sure enough, it was coming from a park bench nearby. That crazy mother must have taken a seat to evade my notice, she thought. But I'm a badass PI. And no one can tail a badass PI and not be noticed.

Lucy snuck around the tree and saw a back, practically oozing anger and sadness and unease. Just what she had felt when she was mind-creeping on people. There was enough room behind him to sit there. So she did. She sat directly behind him, touching backs. She leaned into his ear.

"Why are you following me?" She whispered, causing the man to start. He turned, and revealed his face. It was Sam Winchester.

"Lucy!" He exclaimed. Lucy's face twisted up in both joy and disgust.

"You," she growled, before collapsing on the ground in a sudden course of pain. A vision. Sam just stared at her for a moment, unsure what to do. Then he knelt down, knowing all he could do was let the vision run its course.

When Lucy awoke from her vision, her eyes were no longer undecided on joy or disgust. It was only joy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squealed.

"I knew it was you!" She yelled. "I didn't know for sure, but I knew it was you! I just didn't want to believe it! I mean, I have a life and I'll have a job when I graduate…" Sam stared at her.

"Thanks?" He wasn't sure how to respond. But Lucy just kept on going.

"Speaking of graduation, where the hell were you when I graduated high school?"

"Uhm," Sam hesitated. "Hell." Lucy hit him on the chest.

"That's no excuse! Do you think that's an excuse? I cried for months over you! And then I get a mysterious phone call from your brother telling me to 'just come already', so I do, and when I get there I find a soulless, heartless douche bag walking around in your skin! So I cry for another couple of months about that. And then I finally decide to move on, you know? Do something with my life other than wait around for one of you two to call with an update on who's going to die next!

"And I do! I went into criminal justice! I'm going to be a badass private detective! So you can just go. I don't care how you came back and I don't care what you have to say. I just want you gone. I don't need another reminder of all the horrible things life has put me through. I don't want to see you right now." Sam didn't know what to say.

"I thought... I mean… Just a moment ago you were happy to see me!"

"That was so two minutes ago! Get with it, hell boy!" Lucy sighed and just started walking. She had had a vision about Sam having his soul again. That was all. No specifics. Just on single fact: That Sam was with soul. And she didn't need to know any more.

"Lucy, let me talk! Please!" A warm tear slid down her face. She stopped walking and pointed.

"Do you see this?" Sam looked up and nodded slowly. "This is what you two put me through. It may have taken me six years to figure it out, but I have. You two are nothing but trouble and pain!"

"We weren't trouble when we were saving you!" Sam shot back, stunning Lucy. She knew that was true. They had never done anything but care for her. Why shouldn't she return the favor? And then she felt it. It was love. The love she hadn't felt for Sam for years. A love and a lust so strong that had been hibernating all of his death. She couldn't take it. She pounced on him.

Her mouth met his and they fell to the ground, rolling and laughing and kissing. Their kiss was strong and passionate and way overdue. They stared into each other's eyes when they pulled apart. The moment was so sincere; she forgot the pain and the tears. She forgot why she had been so hell bent of avoiding him. He pulled an envelope out of his back pocket, and on in, written in sloppy handwriting, were the words, May 18, 2012.

She was stunned. It was the letter she had written long ago, upon their first meeting.

"This is the reason I came to see you, Lucy. I need your help."

OOOHHHH! It's getting crazy in here! And once again, I am so sorry for the wait. I don't know why I am so lazy! I just kept doing my home work, then thinking about it and going, 'Nah. I've got time. I'll do it later.' It makes me crazy! So, please REVIEW if you hate me. Or loved the chapter.