Both boys noticed how quiet she was the next morning. She was out in front of the car packed and ready by the time they were and with nothing more than a grumbled "morning", she got into the backseat. Sam and Dean both shared a look but Dean just shrugged, tossng him the keys. It was time to let Sam do some driving. Lucy was quiet even as the car wound its way out of the parking lot and back onto the road in the direction of the interstate. She eventually laid down in the backseat with her legs stretched out on top of their things. The boys were quiet until they were sure she'd fallen asleep.

Sam glanced in the rearview mirror one last time at Lucy but she wasn't moving and seemed to be asleep. "So uh..she's in a good mood.."

"Yeah sure looked like it." Dean said as he flipped aimlessly through their father's journal. He was sure he knew it front to back and vice versa but at least it was something to look at besides the road ahead. "I don't know if I want to know why she's in a bad mood though."

"Dean not everything is because of PMS.."

He grinned, turning his head to look at Sam. "Well you are an expert on PMS," He said before looking back down at the journal.

Sam just snorted but didn't say anything. The silence stretched on for another few minutes before he let out a sigh, "she looked pretty worn out."

"Yeah. Probably didn't sleep much, she said she hasn't since-"

"Yeah." Dean turned around some to look back at her. She definitely seemed to be asleep, probably from sheer exhaustion. He could see the dark circles under her eyes from where he was though. Sighing he turned back around in the seat. "Hopefully she starts sleeping or else she's going to make herself sick."

"Why, Dean, are you actually worried about someone other than yourself?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "Don't make me hit you while you're driving my car."

"I'm just kidding anyway."

"Yeah but still, don't make me come over there."

"Bitch." Sam was fighting the urge to grin, instead choosing to bite down hard on the inside of his mouth.

"Jerk."

She awoke with a start and sat up quickly, looking around to make sure she wasn't on fire. Or anything else wasn't on fire. She was surprised to find the Impala parked at a gas station. Even more surprisingly was that the car was empty. Her heart was still pounding and she let out a sigh, brushing her hair back off her face. This was just getting ridiculous. First she couldn't sleep because of the thoughts running through her head at warped speed and now that she could sleep, she had horrible nightmares. Add in the massive headache she'd developed and Lucy was having a wonderful day.

She climbed out of the backseat and stretched her arms over her head, glancing around for any sign of either Winchester brother. The gas station was pretty empty and the sun was still high in the sky. But there was no telling how long she'd been asleep. With an involuntary shiver, she tried to push thoughts of her nightmare out of her head and went inside to find something to take the edge off the headache. Sam was standing in front of the candy, picking and choosing things that he would, of course, need when driving. He smiled when he saw her come around the corner, "hey feeling better?"

His smile was unfortunately infectious and she found herself smiling back before nodding. "Yeah I do actually. I'm sorry I've been a grump..haven't been sleeping well."

He shrugged a shoulder as he grabbed a bag full of chocolate. "No big deal, we all have our moments. Trust me."

"Where's Dean?" Lucy was moving around him to head back to the cooler where the drinks were stored when they both froze.

The things in Sam's hands went crashing down to the floor as he moved to cover his face at the sharp pain that tore through his head. Lucy did the same, letting out a cry as she nearly fell onto the floor. A flash of something, kind of like a movie trailer of some sort, filled both of their heads. There was a car, black, and it was turned completely over onto it's top, on fire and burning quickly, the tires still spinning. Two people still inside. Sam cursed loudly and then it was over. He was staring at Lucy as she straightened up slowly, as if moving too fast would cause the pain to come back. "Did you just see that?" He asked before scrambling to pick up the stuff he dropped just in case they'd drawn any attention to themselves.

She blinked a couple of times, looking around herself quickly. "Um..did that just really happen?"

He nodded and shoved the candy back onto the shelf it'd been sitting on, grabbing her arm and nearly dragging her out into the sunlight. "Did you see that? Lucy you gotta tell me."

"I..guess so? What was that?"

He let out a groan and stomped his foot onto the concrete. "Shit this is not good...not good at all.." He was mumbling as he paced in front of her.

Lucy just looked confused. The car had looked an awful lot like the...

Both looked up as the door to the gas station opened and Dean sauntered out. He looked between the two, noticing the worried look on his brother's face and the completely confused one on Lucy's. "Uh..did I miss something?"

Sam grabbed Dean by the sleeve and dragged him off around the building. Lucy thought to follow but then decided it was best not to. Instead she took the opportunity to walk around the car completely, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Why? She had no idea but something inside her was telling her to check it out.

She walked back to the front of the car when she saw the boys walking back out towards her. They had the same look on their face, but it was too hard to describe. Both had their jaws set, fists at their sides. Dean walked around to the driver's side, sparing her a sideways glance before saying sternly, "get in."

"Why? What's going on?"

Sam brushed past her but refused to look at her. Dean opened the driver's side door, "we're making a detour. Get in."

"Excuse me? What kind of detour?" She put her hands on her hips, turning around to face him.

Dean rubbed a hand over his face, looking at her pleadingly. "Please just get in the car. We'll talk about it on our way to Lawrence."

"Why are we-"

She was cut off by Dean, "Lucy just get in the damn car!"

Blinking a couple of times Lucy finally just scowled and got into the backseat of the car. Sam and Dean followed suit and soon they were back on the road.

Lucy was quiet for all of fifteen minutes before she sat forward enough where she could see both of their faces. "Will one of you tell me what the hell is going on? Sam, I don't know why you're so freaked out-"

"You don't think it's weird that we saw the same thing, felt the same thing, at the same time?"

She frowned and had to admit to herself that it was weird but it was just part of her remembering her nightmare...and for some reason Sam remembered the same thing. "Um...I guess?"

Dean and Sam shared a look which annoyed her to no end. She was getting tired of the shared looks and nonverbal communication between the two. Slamming her hands down onto the back of the seats, she finally broke. "Quit doing that!" She exclaimed loudly.

"We're not doing anything-" Dean started to say.

She glared at him and he was sure if looks could kill that he'd be six feet under at that moment. "Yes. You are. I'm tired of you two holding conversations with each other without even seeming to say anything! It's highly annoying. So what the hell is going on? Why are we going to Lawrence?"

He sighed loudly, "We need to go see an old friend."

"Why?"

"Because she can help us. And you." Dean turned his attention to the road again, his hands tightening around the wheel.

Sam nodded his head in agreement, "It's important. We know you want to get home and to your stuff and we'll get there but I think we need to do this first."

She glared at them both before sitting back against the seat. "That answered no question whatsoever. You two both suck. A lot."

They seemed to ignore her for the moment which caused Lucy to just scowl out the window. She hated not knowing what was going on but above all else, she was scared. She knew what sort of things were out there, was she suddenly turning into one?

Dean looked at his brother who was pouring over their dad's journal again, flipping through page after page. "You sure what you saw Sam?" He asked quietly even though he knew Lucy was in the backseat trying to listen in on their conversation.

"Yeah. The Impala was on its roof, looked like you and her inside. It was burning." He shuddered some at the memory and let out a sigh, "I think I just saw more than she did."

Lucy sat up again at this, "Why did you see more than I did? And what did you see?"

"Lucy.."

"What! This isn't fair, at all. If this involves me then I should know about it."

Sam finally turned towards her, watching her face carefully. "You ever had dreams like that before? Where you saw something that seemed...I don't know, real?"

"Well last night I had a pretty bad nightmare about a car crash. I mean, I could see everything. I could practically smell everything too." She frowned, "does this mean it's going to happen? I mean, it looked like the-"

"Imapla. We know." Dean said without looking at either of them.

"But then when Sam and I were in the gas station, it kinda flashed through my mind again.."

He nodded, "yeah it was just a big flash."

"But Sam, you didn't see one of your things last night did you?"

Sam shook his head. "No. This was the first, in awhile."

"Great. Why am I the one surrounded by psychics?" Dean mumbled, although he knew both of them heard it.

"I'm not a psychic," Lucy said.

Sam smiled sadly but nodded his head. "I think you are Luce. The same thing started happening to me, I'd have these nightmare-type things and just brushed them off but I noticed after awhile that they started to come true."

"Uh...what?"

"Sam, don't do this here," Dean said softly.

Lucy shook her head, "No I want to know. So you have...psychic abilities?"

"Visions."

She blinked a couple of times. "Uh..okay. So I have them too?"

"It's looking that way."

"You're shitting me.." She shook her head again, rubbing a hand over her face as she sat back. After a long moment she started to laugh. "Oh that's just great! I'm going completely crazy, I knew it."

"You are not," Dean said looking at her in the rearview mirror. "Lucy, you know what the hell's out there. You know about this demon. And you know that me and Sam, we're not giving you any bullshit."

She knew all of that, of course she did. She'd been privy to a few conversations John Winchester and her father had about the yellow-eyed demon (although they hadn't known she was eavesdropping but that was besides the point). But still..did that mean she was going to become evil or something?

She chewed on her lip, growing silent as the car continued to roll down the interstate. Both boys turned around and kept their eyes on the road, trying to give her as much privacy as being in a car could allow.

Dean parked the car in front of a small house and turned off the engine. It was a welcoming, warm looking house but Lucy still didn't want to be there. She knew deep down that the boys didn't want to be there either. Dean had more memories of Lawrence than Sam did, of course, but she knew it had to be hard for them both. That was why she got out of the car wordlessly and followed the two of them up the front walkway and to the porch. Sam knocked on the door and they only had to wait for a few seconds for the door to open. Lucy had to look between Sam and Dean's shoulders to see a shorter, African-American woman inside the doorway with the biggest smile possible on her face. It was obvious that she knew the boys. She ushered them inside, rambling about something or another. Lucy wasn't paying that much attention, instead choosing to look around the house as they walked inside.

"Oh look at you sweetheart," The woman said suddenly. She knew that Sam and Dean had someone with them the moment they stopped in front of her house. The girl was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Stepping closer to her, the older woman gave the younger one a warm smile, "I'm Missouri. You must be Lucy."

Lucy looked at Sam and Dean. How in the hell had this woman known her name? She just nodded, "Uh..yeah? I mean, yes ma'am."

Missouri looked at Dean, "see at least she has some manners." She grabbed Lucy's hand and pulled her behind her. "Come on child, we've got a lot of talking to do. Boys, entertain yourselves. And Dean don't even think about it."

Dean looked slightly alarmed, "I didn't do anything!"

"No but you were starting to think it. I'm not stupid, boy."

Lucy shot him a confused look but was yanked into the room behind Missouri. They heard the front door close a few moments later and Missouri fixed her calm gaze on Lucy. "You're scared, aren't you honey?"

"Well to be honest, I have no idea what is going on."

She motioned for Lucy to sit down on the couch and she did so, watching as the older woman bustled around the room. "I suppose those boys think they can just bring you here and I'll have all the answers. I swear, I don't know when they will learn. Probably never."

"How do you know them?"

"I'm an old family friend. Met their father when the fire happened. Poor man.." She frowned suddenly, "I should've known what he'd do for his boys.."

"What'd you mean?" Now this was interesting. Lucy knew their father had died but neither Sam nor Dean were forthcoming with any details besides saying John had a heart attack.

"Why, the man gave his life for Dean's. As far as I can tell anyway. Something's not sitting right but that's all I can pull from it all." Missouri shook her head before sitting down next to her, placing one of her hands on top of Lucy's. "And I'm so sorry about your parents Lucy. They were wonderful people."

She blinked back the tears that formed too quickly for her liking and looked away from her. "Did you..know them?"

"Met your father a long time ago, before you were born. Also saw him about a year after you were born. You're certainly your father's daughter.." She smiled kindly at her, "you have a lot of him in you, you know."

"I do?" Her and her dad had always had a lot in common, but she figured that was because she was a "daddy's girl".

"Of course you do! Look and act just like him." She patted her hand before standing up, starting to move around the room again, cleaning up the area. "Sam and Dean are worried about you. They don't know how to tell you everything they do about this...monster that's come after you all."

"What do you mean?"

"Sam's got abilities too, although that boy still hasn't learned all he has inside of him. I swear, I might as well knock him over the head sometimes. He sees things that have a habit of coming true. It's part of the 'big plan' of the demon, at least that's what they think."

"What?" Lucy shook her head, this was getting more and more confusing and she was beginning to feel horribly lost in it all. "So Sam's evil?"

"No." Missouri sat back down. "I'm sorry honey, I don't know everything. And I know this is a lot for you to take in. You're not evil. Sam has some strong powers he hasn't become in tune with yet, and if he were to go in the wrong direction then he could become evil. But I don't think that brother of his is going to let that happen."

She nodded her head slowly. "So..these visions mean...?"

"You've got some abilities too. I don't know what but..." Missouri sighed softly. "But you've got some pretty strong ones as well. Sam has the same ability as you, seeing things before they happen. He saw his poor girlfriend's death but didn't know then what it was."

"How do I stop it?" Lucy wasn't so sure she wanted this ability thing.

"Oh honey, you can't stop them I'm afraid. It will get better though, I can tell you that."

She sat back on the couch, pushing her hair back off her face. Really, all she wanted to do was go home and crawl under the covers. This in itself was like some horrible nightmare and she was ready for it to be over with already. Maybe when she woke up this would've just been a bad dream and her parents would still be there, she'd still have them--

"Lucy, it's not a dream." Missouri said, startling her.

"You heard that?"

"In a sense.." She raised an eyebrow and looked towards the window that faced her front yard. "And be sure to slap Dean the next time you see him."

"What? Why?"

"Because that boy is thinking dirty thoughts and I won't have it."

Lucy laughed for the first time all day, "What!"

"I swear, that boy thinks about one thing and one thing only." She shook her head before looking back to her, "those boys care an awful lot about you. And I can tell you feel the same way. Just be careful, your abilities will come out gradually. Don't try to force anything, it'll happen in its own time. There's something going to happen one of these days and I can't tell what but it definitely has to do with the Winchesters."

"Is it bad?" She asked, watching as Missouri stood from the couch.

"I can't tell, I'm afraid. Like I said, just be careful." She smiled then, "now let's find you all something to eat before you head back on the road. You haven't been eating properly and before long, you're going to be nothing but skin and bones."