Im back. sorry its been so long but I've only just finished getting over my last year of school. I finished in late november which was amazing.
dont worry though i just got a new laptop so i will update regulary I swear!
Sam had seen very few displays of emotion from his brother but this was probably the most surprising. Dean had instantly taken charge of treating Lucy's wounds. He painstakingly pulled every shard of glass out of the poor girls back as tenderly as he could. He hadn't known how to properly reset her ribs so he let Sam do it but had hovered protectively over his shoulder the whole time. He jumped and went to her side when she screamed.
Sam had also treated the deep wound on her left forearm. Clearly a knife wound where the blade had been cruelly twisted. Whoever had attacked her had been sadistic about it. Even the glass fragments had been pushed into her back with some pressure. Someone really had it in for Lucy and it wasn't going to be pleasant for her when they got their way. Unless Dean got to them first. Sam knew what his brother was capable of and didn't doubt that he would kill for Lucy.
"How's she doin?" Sam asked cautiously.
Dean had been calling someone for the last half an hour. They weren't answering.
"Still sleeping. I'm going to get whoever did this. Argh he's still not answering," Dean complained frustrated.
"Who?"
"Thomas, Lucy's dad. I can't get to him on any of these numbers. I'll try again later. Hopefully he'll get my messages," Dean was stressed.
Lucy grumbled causing both boys to rush to her side.
"hm…mmm…just kill…don't…Carter don't hurt…mmm," she mumbled.
"Carter? Who the hell is Carter?" Dean asked gently stroking Lucy's hair out of her face.
"Boyfriend maybe?" Sam suggested.
"Doubt it. Lucy didn't like getting involved with anyone outside our…uh…line of work. And Thomas is way too scary for Lucy to bring any guy around," Dean smiled at some secret memory.
Sam watched Dean hover protectively over Lucy's sleeping form. He watched her as if she might suddenly become distressed. Sam didn't think Dean like kids, although Lucy definitely wasn't a child. Lucy was very special to have made Dean react this way to her in any danger or pain. If Dean wasn't looking so apprehensive Sam might have made a joke about his behaviour. Right now he didn't dare.
6:30a.m and Lucy still hadn't woken. She'd slept fitfully never fully waking throughout the 4 hours she'd been asleep. Sam knew the few painkillers they had given her would be out of her system by now. Dean shuffled on his feet nervously.
Lucy moved, winced then turned her head to look at Dean who had practically run to her.
"Did someone die or do I look about as good as I feel?" she rasped.
Dean let out a sigh. At least she still had her sense of humour, Sam smiled.
"How you feeling?" Dean asked.
"Like I was thrown around a development site like a rag doll," she grimaced.
Lucy stretched as much as she could, testing herself.
"I'm parched. Feels like I've eaten sandpaper," Lucy complained.
Sam went to their bar fridge and got a bottle of water and poured her a glass. When he turned Dean was helping her to sit. She gritted her teeth. Sam knew she had no painkillers in her system anymore to even dull the pain she must be feeling. Sam continued to watch as Dean sat her upright then slide in behind her to hold her up. Dean was being so careful with her as if she might break just by holding her too tight. She was very important to Dean that much was obvious.
"Thanks," Lucy smiled as he handed her the glass to her good arm.
She drank greedily.
"Lucy…" Dean began when she finished her water.
He moved out from behind her to sit beside her.
"As soon as I'm better I'll be out of your way," she said hastily.
"You're not going anywhere. Who did this Lucy?" Dean looked at her worriedly.
Lucy bowed her head.
"It's not your business. I'll deal with it," she whispered.
"Who Lucy!?" Dean took her arm.
"His name is Carter," she sighed not looking at either of them.
"Some guy did this to you? You let some boy beat on you?" Dean was struggling not to yell.
"I wish. It's not quite as simple as that. He's…well he's a demon, sort of," she said still not meeting their eyes.
"A Demon! You're on a job! Thomas would kill you if he knew! Which I'm guessing he doesn't because you'd never be here alone if he did! I can't believe you'd be stupid enough to go on a hunt on your own! Without telling Thomas! Do you have a death wish?! Cause if the demon doesn't kill you, Thomas will!" Dean yelled.
Sam saw Lucy flinch at Thomas' name. Something wasn't right.
"Calm down Dean. Let her explain," he tried to calm Dean.
Dean stood and began to pace the room, muttering.
"What sort of demon?" Sam asked Lucy who was clearly upset.
"A tracker. He takes your scent and hunts you until he's had enough 'playing'. Then he ends it," she explained, head still bowed.
"He's got your scent?" Sam already knew the answer he just wanted her to admit how much trouble she was in.
"Yes," she whispered.
"So he's playing with you?" Sam continued.
"Yes. He will until he gets bored," Lucy kept her head down.
"You gotta call Thomas. He can help and he has a right to know that you're in danger," Sam told her.
Lucy finally looked up. A tear ran down her face.
"It's no good. He won't answer," Lucy said in a low voice.
"Why no…" Sam was cut off by Dean who sat by Lucy's side.
"Where is he Luce?" he asked gently.
Lucy stared at Dean, tears welling in her eyes, her pain was clear.
"Salted and burned like I was taught," she exhaled, "Parts of him, anyway,"
Sam was taken aback. Dean tensed.
"Parts?" Dean questioned warily.
"Fingers, a leg, parts of his chest and…and his head is all I could find," Lucy's voice wavered but she regained control.
"Jesus. Who?" Dean asked.
"Who do you think?" she snapped.
"Carter," Dean growled.
"How do we kill him?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Lucy sounded defeated.
"How can you not know? You've been hunting him for what? Months? How don't you know how to kill the bastard?" Dean snapped.
"It's not for lack of trying! Nothing works! I've tried iron knives, exorcism! Everything! He won't die! It's like he's immune to what ever I try!" Lucy yelled back at Dean.
Sam saw her struggling to breathe Dean must of too because he gently put his hands on her ribs to calm her and steady her breathing.
"Nothing would make me happier than to kill that son of bitch for what he did but I can't. He knows what I'm planning before I do. I can't beat him," she spat.
"I'm sorry. Thomas was my friend. He was like an uncle," Dean soothed her.
"He was my father and I know you understand how that feels," Lucy replied calmer.
"I'll kill the bastard," Dean said.
"No. I can't let you guys get involved. It's too dangerous," Lucy said indignantly.
Dean sighed.
"Luce, we're practically family. We're not going to let you go this alone. You'll be killed," Dean argued.
"No! Dad got me involved. And that's how all this started! I won't… I can't let you. I can't be responsible for him getting you too," Lucy snapped.
"That's our choice. And I speak for both of us when I say that we're willing to take that risk," Sam volunteered.
Dean nodded in agreement. Lucy bowed her head, defeated. She moved to get up then froze, pulling the blanket up around her.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked worriedly.
"I need to go get my stuff from where I'm staying but right now I'm…uh I'm going to need a shirt," Lucy blushed.
Sam glanced at the singlet Lucy was wearing. It was torn and dirty from the attack. Sam quickly turned away. Dean blushed then recovered and went to his bag throwing her a black shirt.
Lucy quickly pulled it over her head then pulled off what was left of her favourite singlet. Both Sam and Dean turned when they heard her gasp.
Lucy had managed to move so that her legs were off the side of the bed but her damaged ribs weren't willing to move just yet.
"Here let me help," Dean offered.
Lucy scowled and grumbled thanks as he helped her to her feet. Swaying she held Dean's hand while the other stayed firmly on her waist steadying her.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm a big girl," she assured him.
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Not really," he said, his hands still gently laid on her small waist.
"Well you know what I mean," she grumbled.
Lucy slowly stretched her arms and back muscles careful not to disturb her ribs. She winced and groaned until she was satisfied she had all the movement she could, considering.
Sam caught Dean staring and for once he wasn't staring at her arse. She was special.
"Ok. I'm as good as I'm going to get. Let's go," Lucy walked to the door.
The boys followed Dean watching Lucy as if she might fall down or break.
Sam took the passenger seat while Dean helped Lucy into the backseat.
"Ok. Where to?" Dean asked starting up the engine.
"West. It's just outside town in the new estate," she said as she carefully positioned herself in the backseat.
They drove in silence. Sam guessed that Lucy was probably thinking of ways to ditch them. Good luck. Dean was probably thinking of the different ways of torturing Carter when they caught up with him. Or he was thinking about food.
Dean's stomach growled. Yep, definitely breakfast.
They reached the estate and Lucy pointed them to probably the biggest house on the block.
"Expensive taste," Sam joked.
"Well if your gunna squat might as well do it in style," Lucy replied, a small smile on her lips.
Sam went in first, gun ready. Lucy followed closely behind with Dean right behind her.
"I told you he wouldn't be here," Lucy complained as she made her way through the house.
The boys followed close behind. Sam examined the banister; well what was left of it and the smashed glass door. Lucy was right; Carter had thrown her around like a rag doll. He definitely wasn't a normal kill now kind of demon.
Dean hovered behind Lucy as she quickly packed and accounted for all of her stuff. She placed what looked like an iron knife and bottle of holy water into her boots.
They all froze when the front door opened and two distinctly male voices were arguing.
"No! It's not just a little crack! The whole damn banister is gone! You gotta fix it! I can't get anyone in right now and the guy who fixing the glass will be here soon. The police should be here shortly then you can get to work. I gotta tell them about them homeless bastards who think its ok to squat in my house! This is my newest and most expensive estate home. It needs to be fixed today!" the higher pitched voice complained.
Lucy, Dean and Sam listened as the two men walked to the base of the stairs. They all carefully moved away from the door so the pair couldn't see them.
Sam watched the men inspect the banister then before any of them could react the two men were walking into the room Sam, Dean and Lucy were in. There was no escape. Lucy looked around panicked before looking into her bag. Dean felt his pockets for some kind of fake id but came up empty. Shit, thought Sam.
"…and the frame of this door needs" the developer was cut off as he caught sight of the three of them.
"What in the hell? Who are you?" the man shouted.
"Uh…well…we are…we're the um," Dean and Sam tried to explain.
"Hello Mr Graham. I'm Agent Jones. These are my associates Collins and Peters," Lucy flashed a fake FBI, "we are here to enquire into the vandalism of your property which could possible be connected with a series of crimes committed across the state recently," she didn't even blink at her cover.
Sam and Dean were impressed. She'd done well.
"Oh ok. I'm glad you're here. I've been in contact with the sheriff and they told me there was little they could do," My Graham explained eyeing Dean and Sam wearily and Lucy a little too much below the neck. Sam saw Dean tense and surprisingly so did he.
"I apologize for entering without your permission but we wanted to collect any evidence before it was tied up with the local department. I'm hoping it will link the incident to the others under investigation," Lucy explained when he saw the bags they were holding.
"Of course. No problem. Anything else you need I'm more than willing to help. With anything," Graham handed Lucy his card eyeing her once more.
"Thank you. We have to get going. I'll be in touch Mr Graham," Lucy shook his hand before walking as fast she was able to back to the front door. Dean and Sam just followed.
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