This is definitely the longest chapter of them all so far, with over 5,000 words! I'm really proud of this one, I worked really hard on it! Hope you enjoy! Cause the next one probably won't be up until after Monday :(

Disclaimer: I only own Lucy.

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Chapter 6
Dad, the Demon and the Daevas

My brothers and I climbed the old rusty bars of an elevator shaft in this abandoned creepy warehouse building that my brother dragged Dean and me to. With Sam taking the lead, we pulled ourselves to the top where there was a half empty floor. The lone occupant of this warehouse was of course Meg. There she was, right before our eyes, performing her ritual or summoning thing—just like Sam had told us.

Sam nodded at us once, and pulled himself up between the opening in the bars quietly. Dean followed him swiftly and with a sharp yank, I was the last one up. My brothers and I retrieved our guns, aiming them at the girl's back. We seemed to have made it past her without her knowledge. Rapidly, we darted behind some stacked boxes, making sure our gaze never left Meg's turned back. Sam and Dean promptly switched their guns, focusing them on her.

I have no idea how she did it, but Meg noticed. "Guys," she called without turning around. "Hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think?" I scowled, dropping my pistol to my side.

"Well that didn't work out like I planned," Dean whispered irately.

"Yeah, you think?" I muttered. Meg finally turned around with a smug smirk crossing her face.

"Why don't you come out?" she prompted with a pseudo sweetness to her voice. Cautiously and reluctantly, my brothers and I stood from our crouched position. Our guns never wavered from Meg as we advanced towards her. "Sam I have to say this puts a real crimp in our relationship," she noted mockingly. I gritted my teeth.

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, tell me about it," Sam snapped.

"Where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean inquired coldly. Meg's eyes darted around the room and her taunting smile grew a little wider.

"Around." My eyes narrowed a little bit more. "And that shotgun's not gonna do much good."

"Believe it or not, we're not stupid," I bit, raising my pistol a little higher. "But guess what, honey? The guns ain't for the demons. Now, you're gonna tell us who you're waiting for. Who's coming?"

The corner of Meg's lips rose a bit higher as her eyes fell upon Sam. "You."

I frowned and placed my finger on the trigger of my pistol, preparing to shoot. Suddenly, Sam's shotgun was slammed to the ground by something we couldn't even see, besides its dark black shadow on the wall. I froze in shock as Sam was roughly shoved to the ground. Dumb move on my part.

My gun was also knocked from my hands. Before I could register what was occurring, something lifted me clear off the ground and tossed me back. I crashed headfirst into the rusty iron bars of the elevator shaft, banging my head harshly against them. I whirled around slowly, as that was the extent of the movement my body would allow me. I felt warm liquid slide down the bridge of my nose.

The last thing I saw was Dean fly across the room and smash into a pile of crates. I didn't even get the chance to search for my other brother before my head was grabbed between two cold hands and slammed back against the iron bars once again. I blacked out immediately.

~o~

"Lucy."

The soft voice was barely a breath.

"…Lucy?"

There it was again. Only slightly louder this time.

"You have to wake up, Lucy."

The voice I was hearing. Surely it wasn't a dream. The voice was that of a man's…and I could have sworn I had heard it before.

"You hear me? You have to wake up. You will be fine…I'm always with you."

I regained consciousness with a start. I kept my eyes shut, attempting to recall the voice I had just heard. Though it was the first time I had ever dreamt about a voice calling out to me, it was just so tremendously familiar. With a start, I realized I felt something grazing my face. It was an extremely light touch, almost ticklish. I blinked a few times before opening my eyes entirely.

My green eyes met the big dark brown of Meg's eyes. I jumped when I realized she was hovering over me, grinning hugely while she stroked the side of my face. I tried to leap away from her touch, before finding my arms and legs tied forcefully with sturdy rope wrapped around a pillar. I gritted my teeth and met her eyes with a glare of determination, and she chuckled evilly.

"Get off me," I spat at her, squirming around in my bindings. I felt more blood stream down the deep cut on my forehead from the effort. She pretended to appear hurt, moving her hand deep into my messy hair. I sneered.

"Come on, baby," she tempted smoothly. "Don't be like that. You even said yourself…I'm an 8?"

I didn't even want to know how she heard me say that. She was practically in my lap by now, but luckily, Sam chose that moment to startle awake. Meg turned her head sharply when she heard him gasping. Dean rustled awake only moments after that. I huffed out a breath I wasn't aware of holding when Meg moved off of me to smile at Sam.

"Sam," Dean started loudly. Sam and I both faced him. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend…is a bitch!"

"Called it," I announced.

"This, the whole thing," Sam moaned, "was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here…hearing what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" Meg interrupted him with a villainous laugh.

"What about the victims?" I hissed. Meg beamed in my direction. "They were all from Lawrence, like us. What was that about?"

Meg bubbled, "It doesn't mean anything! It was just to draw you in, that's all."

"You killed those two people for nothing," Sam snarled in response, to which Meg only giggled cheerfully.

"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less."

I propped my head back against the pillar. "Oh you twisted bitch."

Meg approached me once again, climbing over me. "You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, sugar, it's making me all tingly inside." I squirmed trying to push her off, but she was stronger. Holding me in place, she turned her attention back to my brothers.

"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time," Dean joked sarcastically. "But why don't you kill us already?"

Meg returned her eyes back to me, where I was snarling at her. Dragging a single finger across the side of my face, she boasted, "Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn't for you." Dean became puzzled by her words. I was too occupied with glaring her down to really consider what she had said. Ultimately, it was Sam who figured it out.

"Dad," Sam breathed. "It's a trap for Dad." I had started to whirl my head around to face Sam in shock, but Meg grabbed my chin, forcing me to see her once again. Dean, however, chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh, sweetheart—you're dumber than you look," Dean laughed. "'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good."

"And you sure as hell better leave him alone," I barked furiously. Meg snapped a finger to my lips and smiled as she trailed it down to my chin seductively.

"He is pretty good. I'll give you that," she agreed, glancing momentarily at Dean. "But you see…he has one weakness." She refocused on my face, her fingers trailing slowly under my chin and tapping the surface there. The hungry way she was leering at me was making me feel sick.

Dean was the one to answer her. "What's that?"

"You," she answered quickly, getting closer to my face. "He lets his guard down around his kids. Lets his emotions cloud his judgment." If possible, she got even closer, so that her lips were almost grazing against mine when she spoke. I leaned back as far as I possibly could. "I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody—nice and slow and messy…"

She narrowed her eyes at me before transitioning fluidly, "You know, I should have set my sights on you, Lucy…You're the prettiest." The sound that escaped my mouth was a mixture between a scoff and a chuckle.

"Honey, you have gotta work on your pick up lines," I shot back, sneering. Meg only smiled wider.

"I've got news for you," Dean broke in, trying to distract the evil young woman. "It's gonna take a lot more than some…shadow to kill him."

"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here—they're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see."

Sam shook his head against the pillar he was attached to. "Why are you doing this, Meg?" he questioned her. "What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?"

Meg glowered at my brother and snapped, "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do—loyalty. Love." A million thoughts and theories flickered through my brain. It all came back to the same conclusion. She was a demon—why else would she be 'loyal' to them? She paused, her stare locked on Sam. "Like the love you had for Mommy—and Jess."

"Go to hell," Sam dared calmly. Meg beamed, as if this was exactly the response she had been hoping to hear.

"Baby, I'm already there." At long last, she abandoned her straddle on my lap. In fact, she broke off all contact from me whatsoever and crawled right on her knees over to Sam. Placing herself in his lap, she brought her mouth up close to his ear. "There's no need to be nasty, Sam. I think we both know how you really feel about me." My nose scrunched up in disgust.

"You know," Meg continued sweetly, "I saw you…watching me…changing in my apartment. It turned you on, didn't it?" I glowered at them in revulsion, trying desperately to get that image out of my head.

"Get a room you two," Dean retorted, with a roll of his eyes. I paused for a moment, furrowing my eyebrows.

"You watched her change?" I wondered judgmentally. He offered me no answer, but rather shot bitchface #19304 at me. From next to me, I heard Dean quietly shuffling. Shooting a quick glance at him when Meg had returned flirting with Sam, I noticed him attempting to shake the knife in his sleeve out into his hand. Mine was still stuffed into my pocket and unreachable.

When Meg placed her slimy mouth on my brother's neck, I felt a wave of fury wash over me. "Get off him!" I growled, and the strangest thing happened. Heat started to build up around my hands and wrists. I almost believed I had caught on fire or something! But then…the bindings around my wrists suddenly snapped. And I was free.

Meg hadn't taken note of my unexpected freedom, and I insured that she didn't detect it. Her smile directed towards me was sickeningly sweet. "Don't worry, baby," she coaxed, "you're next." Giggling at my sneer, she returned to Sam. I kept my hands in place, not wanting to ruin this chance. If my brothers found some way to get free, then I would attack.

I flinched when a clattering noise came from Dean's direction. Observing him, I saw the knife in his hand—but it was too late. His escape hadn't slipped past Meg and she looked up from Sam's next to see which one of us the noise came from. She climbed off of Sam, and strutted over to Dean. Fortunately, she passed me without a check, so she didn't notice my free hands.

While she was distracted by Dean, Sam and I immediately looked to each other. He gestured down to his hands. He was holding his own knife, and had already cut almost all the way through the rope. I then tempted him to peer down at my hands. I saw his eyes widen as he realized I was already free. Meeting each other's eyes, he mouthed, 'on my lead'. I nodded once, sharply.

Swiftly, Meg moved back to Sam, whispering in his ear, "Now were you just trying to distract me while you brother cuts free?" Sam shook his head.

"No," he denied, allowing her to get close to him. "No, it was because I have a knife of my own, and my sister's already free." His rope snapped. He grabbed her by the shoulders before she could react, and harshly head butted her. She was knocked backwards. Sam gasped and clutched his head in pain, but still stood and rushed over to the altar. I also stood, taking a slight moment to examine the ropes that I had been tied with. They were…burnt?

I wasn't going to worry about it now. I had something more important on my mind. I stumbled over to where Meg was laying, struggling to get up. I stared down at her determinedly, and she didn't move as she waited for me to do something—anything. I whispered a single word.

"Christo."

My belief was confirmed. Meg gasped in shock, slightly spasming. She stared up at me with cold, fully black eyes. Her expression turned furious while a proud smirk grew on my face. Meg Masters was a demon. I was right.

We were both snapped from this revelation when we heard a loud crash from the other side of the room. Like Dean had ordered, Sam flipped the table containing Meg's makeshift altar over. The contents smashed to the ground and spilled all over the floor. Meg's eyes returned to their normal brown colour and she watched with utter terror.

The daevas gained a new focus—Meg. They shot towards her with shrill screeches. Meg was grabbed by the ankles and yanked across the room, dragging on her stomach. In the end, she was shoved out the window, shattering the thin glass. With shock, I heard her scream as she dropped.

Picking up his knife and cutting Dean free, Sam looked up at me. "You keep your knife in your pocket. How did you cut free?" he asked me inquisitively. I didn't answer for a moment, gazing at my older brothers.

"I didn't." Dean stood, his face laced in confusion. Sam, however, gave me a knowing look. I changed the subject fluidly, moving with my brothers to the window. Meg was sprawled on the ground with blood pooling around her head. Even so, knowing she was a demon made me question whether she was actually dead.

"Daevas apparently don't like being bossed around," I commented, in an effort to switch the subject off of me.

"No I guess not," Dean agreed. "Hey Sam," he added, "next time you want to get laid. How about not picking a girl who's buckets of crazy, huh?" I couldn't help it; I cackled. Sam rolled his eyes and I patted his shoulder.

"I second that, Tiger," I chuckled.

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Our surprises for the day weren't over. My brothers and I cautiously headed back to our hotel room after; making sure no random bystander would notice our substantial injuries we had acquired from the daevas. Sam lugged the bag containing our hunting supplies on his shoulder. The 'better safe than sorry' approach was smart for this situation.

We entered the hotel room, playfully bickering with each other. Dean cut off mid-sentence and froze in the doorway. I followed the direction of his eyes and was startled by a dark figure standing near the window. None of us could see his face. I whipped out my knife at the speed of light.

"Hey!" Dean shouted. I raised my knife higher and took on a threatening stance after realizing I was the only one armed with a weapon. Sam reached for the lights and flicked them on. Slowly, the figure turned around. My jaw dropped as his face came into the light.

I didn't waste a second. My knife dropped from my hand and clattered to the floor as I bolted across the room. I threw my arms around my father, feeling the most enormous sense of relief. Dad squeezed me to him, stroking my hair lovingly.

I released him, still not fully letting go and beaming up at him emotionally. Dad smiled down at me with watery eyes, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. "Where the hell have you been, Daddy?" I whispered, my voice trembling and tears building in my eyes. His smile dropped a fraction of an inch.

"I'll explain everything later, Lucy Bean," Dad replied gently. I accepted this answer reluctantly, and completely released him so my brothers could have a chance to greet him. Dean latched onto him tightly, also fighting tears. They didn't free their hold for a long moment. Sam, however, did not hug Dad like Dean and I had. He merely greeted him softly. There was still plenty of unresolved issues there…and I hope they didn't come up now.

"Dad," Dean started regretfully, "it was a trap. I didn't know. I-I'm sorry."

Dad offered him a smile. "It's all right. I thought it might have been."

"You…didn't show up did you?" I asked worriedly. I didn't want him in harm's way. He looked up at me and nodded.

"I did. I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy right?"

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly. Yeah, she was only a freaking demon. "Yes, sir," my brothers and I chorused. Dad nodded with a smile.

"Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before. It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell, actually kill it," Dad explained. A lump formed in my throat. I was still a bit angry at my Dad. This wasn't just his fight alone like he seemed to believe it was. I wanted to assist him. I wanted to kill this demon also.

"How?" Dean asked, astounded.

Dad grinned. "I'm working on that." My lips twitched into a small smile.

"Let us come with you—we'll help!" Sam persisted. I secretly felt the same way that he did—well, maybe not to the same level of frustration. Dean shot Sam a look of warning.

"No, Sam," Dad rejected quietly, shaking his head. "Not yet. Listen, try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire. I don't want you hurt—"

"Dad, you don't have to worry about us," Sam interrupted persistently. This time it was me who glowered at him in warning. We did not need another fight right now…I don't think I could handle it. But somewhere in my mind, I felt entitled to speak up as well.

"I want to help too. Dad," I begged, "this isn't just your fight! This is all of us—"

"I am not putting you in danger!" Dad commanded with a gentle tone still in his voice. An expression of hopelessness and defeat crossed my face. "I'm not putting any of you in danger…I'm your father." Dad's eyes flickered over to Sam sympathetically. "Listen Sammy…last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."

Dad paused for a long time, taking a while to just examine and grin at Sam. "It's good to see you. It's been a long time," Dad finally choked out. Sam agreed before reaching over and grabbing Dad into a tight embrace. I leaned my head against Dean's shoulder. Tears clouded my vision and dripped down my cheeks as I watched my brother and Dad. For once, everything felt happy…normal even.

I spoke too soon.

Dad was abruptly flung across the room by another invisible force—I assumed the daevas. I gasped in horror as he crashed against the counters of our hotel room and smashed to the floor. I started to rush to his side, but the force yanked me backward and slammed me to the ground. Claws ripped the skin on my right cheek all the way down to the top of my lip and I shrieked in distress. The potent taste of blood filled my mouth and I spat a glob out before I could choke on it.

The sounds of struggle filled the room. All four of us were being viciously attacked by these demons that clearly outnumbered and surpassed us in strength. I heard my Dad cry out in utter agony as well as my brothers being beaten and thrown about in the room. Gritting my teeth, I attempted to use my elbows to slide over to one of them—any of them. But the demons were too powerful.

A painful kick was delivered to my side, forcing me to roll over onto my back. Marks were lashed across my chest, causing blood to flow down and stain my white tank top. Still, I struggled and fought, though it did no use. My resistance earned me three more slashes from my hairline and—fortunately—halted just above my left eye. I had to squeeze my eyes shut to prevent blood flooding into them. Searching the room, my eyes met Dean and I reached for him.

The demons suddenly seemed to have directed their full attention to our Dad. Even as Dean raced over to my side and hauled me into an agonizing sitting position, they didn't attack us. But Dad was under complete assault and I felt nauseous from worry. There had to be a way to stop this!

"Shut your eyes!" Sam yelled to all of us. He held a flare in his hands. Smart Sammy! "These things are shadow demons! So let's light 'em up!" He rapidly lit it and tossed it to the floor. Dean pulled me against him tightly, assuring that he buried my eyes against his chest. He hid his own eyes against me. Sharp screams came from the demons, and they instantly vanished.

Sputtering, I peeked out from Dean's chest…and I was stunned to realize that I could distinguish everything absolutely fine. My vision was almost perfect even with the smoke and blinding light that still lingered. Dean kept a hold on me as we both stumbled up. His eyes were still shut, as well as Sam's.

"Guys! I can see!" I shouted to them. Releasing Dean, I hustled to my Dad's side and I lugged him up. "Over here!" Sam fumbled towards us, and I grabbed his hand, helping him locate us. Dean stood ahead of us, groping for the door handle. I pulled my Dad and brother along, grabbing for Dean as soon as I caught up with him.

Together we scuttled out of the building, all clinging to each other fiercely. We clambered down the step and finally reached the Impala. Sam wasted no time in throwing the back door of the Impala open eagerly. The other three of us stumbled against the car resignedly. "That flare's not gonna last long and as soon as it runs out, they'll be back." I concurred and began to move towards the open door.

"Wait, wait! Sam, Lucy, wait," Dean cautioned hastily. I furrowed my eyebrows at my oldest brother, waiting for him to explain. "Dad, you can't come with us." I huffed exasperatedly.

"Dean?" I said shakily and hopelessly. Somehow I already knew where this conversation was going. That doesn't mean I wouldn't deny it like hell though.

"What are you talking about?" Sam sputtered.

"You kids," Dad started, his gaze flickering between my brothers and I, "you're beat to hell. Look at you," he added, wiping a bit of blood from my lip. My face was more torn up than my brothers' and was nearly completely coated in a thick layer of blood. I shook my head, resistant.

"I'm fine, Dad," I uttered. To be honest, no, I wasn't. I was sore and my face and chest felt like they were in flames. But I swallowed my misery down in sake of my family.

"Dean," Sam insisted, perturbed. "We should stick together, those demons are—"

"Sam, listen to me!" Dean yelled, forcing Sam to listen to him carefully. He calmed his voice substantially. "We almost got dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again, they're gonna use us to get to him." A single tear fell from my eye as I understood my brother was right. I leaned into my father dependently. "I mean Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He…he's stronger without us around."

In a rush of defiance, I growled, "It doesn't matter what that bitch demon said." My family all turned to face me with a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"You think that girl was a demon, Lucy?" Dad questioned me, placing a hand on my arm softly. I nodded firmly.

"I know she was. I saw it. The black eyes and everything," I explained bitterly. Meeting my brothers' eyes, I continued, "And that thing she was saying about her loyalty and love or whatever. It makes sense—she could be associated with…with the demon." My Dad and brothers absorbed what I had said, realizing that I could be right.

"I'm not saying you're not right, Luce, but," Dean started, "let's just not get ahead of ourselves, alright? This is…this is important. We gotta think this out." I sighed, and nodded in agreement.

"Which we should do together!" Sam continued persistently. He placed a hand on Dad's shoulder. "After everything, after all the time we spent looking for you, please. I've got to be a part of this fight." Dad covered Sam's hand with his own comfortingly. He stared him in the eyes ruefully.

"Sammy, this fight is just starting, and we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay? You've got to let me go." Sam fought the tears that started to form in his eyes.

"Daddy…" I whimpered in a fleeting attempt that I know would be rejected. Dad pulled me to him, and kissed the top of my head lovingly. Tears streamed down my face. Sam's hand remained on Dad's shoulder; with his free hand, he grabbed mine. I clutched it securely.

Dad exchanged a melancholy glance with my oldest brother, nodding at him. Dad gave me a final gentle squeeze around my shoulders and released both Sam and me. Sam and I kept our hands latched together snugly, watching our Dad return to his truck. Dean sauntered over to us, standing as close as possible. I leaned against him.

Dad turned back to us siblings remorsefully. The three of us stared back desolately, clinging onto each other in condolence. "Be careful, kids," he told us and hopped into his truck. Dad's ripped off into the night as Dean ushered Sam and I inside the Impala and I couldn't help but wonder if that was the last time I'd ever see him. I tried not to think that way—but hey, I'm a pessimist.

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It was late in the night, possibly even into the early hours of the morning. My brothers and I sped down an empty highway not sure exactly where we were heading…just driving. I had been considering my words for most of the drive. I didn't want them to fret over me—but they were my brothers, my family. They deserved to know the truth…right?

"Weird things are happening to me guys."

Startled, both of my brothers glanced back at me. We had been silent for over an hour and my speech was unexpected. "Um what—what do you mean, Luce?" Sam inquired curiously.

"Hate to break it to you, Bean, but weird things are kinda our thing," Dean joked. I sighed, irritated.

"No, Dean, I meant," I paused, lowering my voice into a whisper, "weird for us. Look…I heard this voice. When Meg and the daevas knocked us unconscious, there was this voice. And the thing is…I've heard it before. I've been hearing it...my whole life." Sam gazed at me while I spoke, furrowing his eyebrows in puzzlement and concern. Dean glanced at me only through the mirror, wearing a similar expression to Sam.

I ran a hand through my hair and cut off anything my brothers were about to say. "Look—I lied about something. I…I remember a few things. From that night." Sam's eyes widened.

"What? Luce—how is that possible? You were a day old. I was three and I don't remember anything," Sam babbled, shaking his head. I shrugged at him and met Dean's eyes in the mirror. He was speechless—all this time he was convinced that he was the only one with memory of that day.

"I don't know, Sammy. I don't," I assured, mimicking his movements. "But, look…I remember the heat and the flames. Barely, but…I remember. Um, I remember a blinding white light and I still have no idea what that was. And guys." I gulped before telling them my subsequent memory. "I remember that voice I heard today and…a face. A guy's face that wasn't Dad or you, Dean. I-I can't really see the face in my memory but…it's there."

My brothers were shocked and wordless. They pondered over my words and I fiddled with my hair nervously. Dean swallowed and said, "I-I don't know what to tell you, Lucy. That's—pretty big news there." I nodded along with him, biting my slightly swollen and sore lip. "I don't know what's going on, okay. I don't have the slightest clue what shit we're dealing with here, between Sam's freaky futurama thing and…and now your memories and spidey-powers. But…we're gonna be okay, alright? All of us. We're together and we're gonna be there for each other."

Dean glanced back at me, and I gave him a loving smile. Sam reached for my hand and tugged me up to the middle front seat. There, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his shoulder. Dean grabbed my hand, using his free hand to steer. With the comfort of my older brothers beside me, I was able to drift off to a relaxed sleep.

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Ahh. I just really like this one okay!