2001
Lucy and Dean slowly made their way down the darkened back road, guns aimed downward as they slowly began to approach the old farm house. It had been a few months since they last saw each other and very little had been said between them. Dean had tried calling her, but Lucy ignored his calls. Finally Bobby called John up, asking if him and the boys could help them with. Lately there had been tension between Bobby and John. They hadn't been themselves lately and Bobby claimed to pastor Jim that John was being too reckless with his hunts and had a death wish. Of course John being John stayed stubborn and the two had gotten into more than one argument.
Finally Dean decided to go, he had tried contacting Lucy the last couple of months and had gotten annoyed when he didn't get even a word back from her. He was honest and knew he was no saint, and thought the two of them had an understanding and knew they would have to wait before really working this whole marriage thing out. He heard that Lucy was still working at the dinner and was seeing more boys than Bobby even knew what to do with. Anger and jealously of course came to him, wondering why she could still do this and he was the bastard for doing the same.
The first night back had been awkward, John, Bobby, and Dean all split a bottle while Sam sulked and stayed upstairs. Lately he had been fighting with John more and more and it seemed he was becoming very uninterested in the hunts now. Usually he stayed behind.
Dean remembered this house in front of the junk yard and how many memories it held. He stayed with his father and Bobby in the den drinking as Bobby told them about an old 1971 Cuda that locals thought to be possessed after it's driver was driven off the road in the early 80's. Several thoughts were surrounding it, and Bobby wanted to check it out.
That night Lucy came in late. Bobby hadn't really mentioned her Everyone knew the two of them hadn't been talking, and it was an awkward thing to happen. Dean tried his hardest to show it didn't bother him, but he had to admit that he had been thinking about her and just wanted to level out and talk straight with her.
That night she came home wearing a blouse which was tied up front, and tight shorts. A pair of roller blades still swung over one shoulder and wearing those dirty old worn cowboy boots. John and Bobby had since gone to bed and Dean waited for her in the darkness of the den.
When she walked in she jumped, holding her chest.
"Jesus, you scared me!"
Dean sat on the couch looking at her.
"What? Didn't expect to see me here?"
Lucy raised an eyebrow in puzzlement before shaking her head and taking off the trucker's cap that was placed upon her tied back hair.
"Bobby mentioned you guys were coming soon for a hunt..."
Dean stared at her in the darkness, his heart fluttered in his chest.
"Listen Lucy..."
Lucy waved her hand, almost embarrassed.
"Listen, let's not do this...it's late and we have a big day tomorrow."
Dean sighed before nodding.
"Okay..."
That night Lucy offered for Dean to sleep with her. Sam was all ready asleep in the guest room and so wasn't John. Not wanting to wake them Dean had planned on the couch until Lucy motioned to the stairs.
"Cut the bullshit Dean and come on."
Dean was stunned, yet followed her. Lucy was careful not to make any noise before they reached her room. Dean followed her, taking in how wonderful she looked and how much he hated how hurt she looked the last time he had seen her. In the darkness he sat on the edge of her full bed pulling his boots off before silently pulling his shirts off. Lucy went over to her dresser and took off her large feather earrings before letting her hair down. Pulling her shirt off, she stood only in her bra and shorts before hopping on one leg and pulling her boots off. Dean watched her closely and felt amused.
"Why do you still wear them?"
Dean asked out loud. Lucy turned, confused.
"What?'
"The boots...they welcomed to Swann, the guy who took you in as a kid. I was just wondering why did you keep his boots, mostly after you told me what he did to you."
Lucy slipped the boots off and stared at them for a moment before sighing.
"I guess for two reasons..."
"Which is?"
By then Dean was undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down. Lucy shrugged.
"I guess the first would be to remind me of the good side of him, which there was a lot of. I know there's no excuse for what he did to me, but you have to understand he was a sick terrified guy who honestly didn't know any better."
"And the other reason?"
"To remind me how I first got into hunting..."
Dean sighed looking at her.
"Listen Lucy..."
Lucy shook her head at him before undoing her own jeans. Dean took in the sight of her legs and couldn't help but feel excited. As long as it would be between times with Lucy, Dean honestly couldn't help how he felt. Instead Lucy stared and brushed back some of her fallen bangs.
"Dean don't...we have an understanding and we're still working through it. We know how we are and we're nothing close to a saint. It just isn't working out...guess marriage is a little harder than we thought huh?"
Dean sighed.
"You could start hunting with me, I honestly don't think my father would care anymore. Maybe it would be for the best."
Lucy snorted before walking over to the bed and slipping under the covers. Dean turned to look at her.
"We would kill each other, and it wouldn't last more than a day..."
"Don't say that."
"It's true."
Dean sighed before tossing the last of his clothes and going around to the other side, Pulling the covers back he stared at her and sighed. Somehow even after all this time this seemed like the most comfortable place to be.
"Come on Lucy..."
He tried to smile shaking her arm. Being with her made him remember everything on why he did fall in love with her in the first place. He knew if they could finally be together than maybe, just maybe they would start acting like a married couple.
Lucy sighed, her smooth legs touching his underneath the covers.
"I can't..."
"Don't say you can't...come on Lucy doll..."
"No Dean I'm serious. I'm moving to Seattle in a couple of months."
Dean just stared at her.
"You're...what?"
Lucy sighed.
"I met a man, who's a psychic investigator..."
"A what?"
Lucy leaned against the headboard and looked at Dean.
"He knows a little bit about the stuff we do. He's very talented and we've been talking lately. He has a few jobs lined up and he wants my help."
"You mean hunts?"
"No, not hunts...just jobs. Dean, look at me...I work as a waitress in this crummy town, the only family around I got is Bobby, and you and me have been lying to each other...why drive each other crazy and ruin us before we get bad?"
"So you're running off with some strange guy and that's it?"
Dean snapped. Right away Lucy rolled her eyes.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow Dean, you're being pissy..."
Dean grabbed her arm.
"Just wait a second..."
Lucy glared back at him.
"No, we're finished...I'm serious Dean."
Dean sat straight up in bed staring at her before she looked at him with exhausted eyes.
"We're jealou each other yet we can't seem to stop screwing everything that's around...we fight and bicker..."
"Like any other married couple..."
Lucy smiled softly.
"Dean, we're no married couple. The faster we understand it, the better...now come on."
Dean glared at Lucy before throwing back the covers.
"If you want to go run off with some guy be my guest!"
Getting up, he grabbed his pile of clothes and stormed out, slamming the door.
The next morning had been awkward, everyone knew there was some bad tension between Lucy and Dean since they didn't even bother looking at each other. Finally that night as they all split up, Dean and Lucy got paired together to check for the car that was supposed to be seen on this very country road around night fall.
Dean and Lucy had shoved their flashlights in their back pockets and carried their guns slowly through the darkened road. Thick forest surrounded them on each side as they walked on. In the distance a cricket began to chirp.
Finally Dean stopped, pistol still aimed down.
"All right, I give up."
Dean said as Lucy walked a few feet ahead of him, stopping, she turned and looked confused.
"What?"
"I give up, we're not a married couple and we never will be. If we keep blaming other people and saying it isn't the right time we'll be waiting forever. I'm just done...go and move if you want on. Won't make any difference."
Lucy sighed.
"Dean, it's like I said...we can try all we want but isn't it better to stay away before we get bad? Huh?"
Dean stared at her before shaking his head.
"You know..."
Just then blinding headlights flashed ahead of them. Dean and Lucy both stood in the middle of the dirt road, turning and looking at the blinding light. After a second, the road of a heavy engine sounded and the shapes began to come out more clear.
It was the car.
Dean and Lucy froze there, staring at it like two deer caught in front of an eighteen wheeler. The engine kept running loudly before Lucy stared forewarn. Over the lights she could still make out that there wasn't anybody driving it.
"Um...Dean..."
Lucy said. Dean raised his pistol slowly.
"On the count of three, ready?"
Lucy slowly raised her gun and took aim as well.
"Ready."
Dean didn't take his eyes off the car, which was twenty or so feet. Lucy aimed her gun with him and waited as the headlights shinned against them.
The engine then screamed to life as the tires began to spin.
"NOW!"
Dean screamed and the two of them opened fire at the windshield but the bullets simply bounced back. Dean saw it coming closer and jumped back, trying to reach and grab Lucy by the collar but his feet stumbled backwards and he feel, unable to grab her.
It all happened in the flash second before the car screamed past him and it Lucy dead on. Lucy hit the hood hard, went spinning up over the windshield and top before hitting the back and tumbling off. The car disappeared out of thin air, the smell of burning oil still thick in the air.
"LUCY!"
Dean screamed with wide eyes dropping his useless gun. Lucy laid on the ground for a moment before rolling over near the slope, her lip bleeding badly as her left temple. Dean raced over, skidding to the ground before looking down, a shaking mess.
"Lucy!"
Lucy coughed, leaned over slightly in pain before shooting Dean a dirty look before loosing her footing. Loosing her balance, she fell backwards before grabbing Dean by the collar. With that both tumbled down the steep side of the road and into a deep puddle of mud and rain.
They hit the small ditch hard and with a splash. Scrambling to stand up, they held onto each other and kept slipping, drenched in mud. Just then Lucy who was on her knees looked up.
"Dean..."
Dean blinked, wiping the mud from his face when he looked up as well.
What appeared to be either a ghoul or zombie was slowly walking down the steep hill, grinning it's rotting teeth at them. Lucy looked down and couldn't see her gun anywhere. Dean meanwhile slowly reached for his, which thankfully hadn't fallen completely into the puddle. Grabbing it, he leveled it off and fired.
The thing uttered a scream and a huge wave of blood and rotting flesh exploded right onto Dean and Lucy. Now covered in the cold purplish colored blood, Lucy snapped her eyes shut before spitting some of the goo out of her mouth. The sound of the car engine up the hill disappeared.
Dean looked disgusted as he threw down his gun and wiped his face.
Looking at Lucy he couldn't help but smirk.
"Hey Carrie, need a hand?"
Lucy shot him a look before pushing him over.
That night when they returned to Bobby's, both had taken turns showing and now Lucy stood in her bedroom in fresh sweats and an old T-shirt of Dean's. It had been a long night and both were beyond moody. Dean walked out just wearing a towel around his waist, steam coming in from the bathroom door as he walked into Lucy's room.
Dean stared at her before shaking his head and grabbing his clothes.
"You're really going to leave aren't you?"
Lucy shrugged.
"There's some cases I could work on over there and I've had enough of this place."
"Does Bobby know?"
Lucy nodded.
"Of course he does. I'm leaving in a couple of days."
Dean looked at her.
"A couple of days!"
"Jesus Dean, hand the man an Oscar...we tried to make this work but it just doesn't fit. We live different life's."
"Different..."
Dean shook his head before going on.
"Lucy we're hunters, we do live the same life!"
"Yet besides for a few romps a couple of a times a year we barley see each other. We've been fighting like cats and dogs..."
Dean dropped his towel and began to dress as Lucy sat on the bed.
""It's not goodbye forever. You're father needs you..."
Dean shook his head as he dressed.
"I really don't get you Lucy. I wish did..."
"Dean..."
Dean pulled up his jeans and zipped the fly.
"Always running away...hell this new guy could be some kind of creep. Don't you remember Swann?"
Lucy glared up at him.
"Don't you ever bring him up again."
Dean put his shirt on and his necklace.
"What? Afraid I might be right!"
"You bastard!"
Lucy grabbed her alarm clock and threw it at Dean who ducked right in time. It shattered against the wall before Dean turned around and stared at her.
"What are you crazy?"
Lucy stood up and stormed over, hitting his chest.
"You have no right!"
"I'm you're husband! Of course I do!"
Lucy rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that!"
Dean suddenly had an inch to hit her but held back, instead he shoved her as hard as she could. Lucy went back a few feet before storming forward and slapping him across the face. Dean pushed her again and this time she grabbed onto him and the two went down to the floor with a loud crash. Rolling over twice, Lucy struggled as Dean pinned her down.
Lucy glared up at him before Dean shook his head.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?"
Lucy stared up at him before shaking her head, tears in her eyes.
"Just leave Dean...look at us, this is horrible."
Dean stared down at her and suddenly wanted to kiss her. Instead he sighed and lifted his weight off her and sat on the floor before Lucy stood up, her knees skinned.
"We keep fighting like this we're going to kill each other..."
Shaking her head, Lucy left the bedroom, leaving Dean alone.
Present.
Lucy flipped the closed sign on the store door. It was late and all day it had been slow. Outside the wind had picked up and leafs from across the cobble stoned street blew by in tiny circles.
Lucy felt beyond depressed, dark brownish circles were underneath her eyes as she flicked the lights off and slowly walked across the main floor. Today she had kept busy by simply cleaning and restocking. Just yesterday she had sold an old fashion radio for nearly eight hundred dollars. Today besides just a new things here and there, it had been dead.
She walked behind the counter to make sure everything was in place before feeling another cramp wash over her. Sighing, she flicked the overhead lights which shined down on the glass displays and rubbed the back of her neck.
Yesterday she had gotten her period. For some strange reason, which she couldn't explain she honestly was stunned to see it happen. It had been nearly a month now since Dean had been killed, and deep down inside she had really wanted to be pregnant. At least then Dean's death could have meant something more than just giving his soul up. Maybe if she had been pregnant it would have given her a sense to keep going for him.
But the moment she saw the blood, she understood that the Winchesters were cursed, and she was alone.
Going up the stairs, she went into the kitchen and didn't feel hungry at all. Right now she just wanted to curl up in bed.
She hadn't heard from Sam and Bobby said he was in a bad way. She hadn't hunted since Dean's accident, but planned to maybe going back to it. At least when she was doing that her mind was somewhere else.
Thoughts of maybe selling the store crossed her mind but she really didn't know.
Bobby had been wanting to see her but she couldn't. Right now she felt as if she was in a daze and nothing but regret filled her.
Walking to the french doors to her bedroom, she began to undress before getting into some comfy clothes. Finding her bed, she threw herself onto it wishing she could just see Dean for one second. Seeing those sparking green eyes of him, the rough stubble of his neck when he didn't shave for a day. The clean smell of soap in his hair, his big hands, his firm body...
Shaking her head she stared at the ceiling.
Seattle had been a dead end, the man she had lived with had disappeared before their relationship could even go anywhere. He was a sweet older man, English with a kind manner to him but he had gone missing after investigating a very famous house. He had just happened to be one of it's latest victims. He had ministered on doing it alone and after he was taken Lucy stayed for nearly several months, even moving into the condos that they build after tearing the mansion down. She had gotten little to no contact before finally giving up and heading back to Bobby with thoughts of the store.
She had seen Dean here and there and most of the time they fought.
Shaking her head she wanted to kill herself for being so stupid. Why did they honestly waste so much time?
Now Dean was dead.
Laying there she played with her wedding band and a silent tear escaped her face. She would do anything to bring him back.
But just in less than three months...her wish would come true.