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When Dean saw Betsy Lou pull the trigger, time froze. He never thought this would happen. He thought she would drop the gun, and they would be the knights in shining armor once again. But that was not at all how it happened. They misread her, and they got another person killed. He wished he could go back in time and stop anything from ever happening to this girl, who was so young and so innocent. He would take that bullet for her, any day. She had so much left to accomplish in life, and Dean was probably going to die in the next few years, being a hunter.

Sam's experience was similar. But his thoughts were different. There really is no saving any of us. We're just going to die anyway. He thought, referring to all of Yellow Eyes' children. Lucy had it worst off. All his made children were doomed, but if Lucy was biologically related, her fate must be hell. Not literally, of course. Actually, now that he thought about it…

The boys flashed back to reality. Lucy was going to die, because they had charged, and Betsy Lou had pulled the trigger.

"No!" A throaty and fairly terrifying scream erupted from Lucy. She shone bright yellow, not just her eyes, but her entire body. The bullet was stopped by what appeared to be a yellow force field, and it fell to the ground. The glow disappeared, but her eyes still shone the brightest yellow any of them have ever seen. She turned to Betsy Lou, running entirely on demonic power and rage. Two things that created a terrible ending when combined. With a flick of her head, Lucy flung Betsy Lou across the room, and pinned her on the wall.
"How would you have felt, had you killed me?" Lucy almost screamed at Betsy Lou. "You would have been blamed for everything. Now you get to be the victim. 'Lucy pinned me to the wall. Lucy injured me!' Well, now Lucy gets to kill you. That way, you will really get to play the victim card. After all, this is probably the worst thing you have ever done, without your cat collection." So she noticed that too, Dean thought to himself.

"Chill," Dean spoke up, "As much as I like this burning session, Lucy, you need to clear you head. You're not thinking right." She turned her burning yellow gaze on Dean, which caused him to step back. He had not seen the eyes yet. Now I really know she's not thinking.

"Chill? Okay, I can do that, just as soon as I kill this ugly bitch!" She screamed that last word.

"Lucy, don't let him take you!" Sam said. This was all he could hope would help. "I know it feels good now, but it won't later, when you have a clear head. You need to take a step back and think about this, not with your power, but with you rational mind." This made Lucy glare, but it seemed to hit somewhere close to home. The yellow faded and Lucy fell to her knees. Tears fell from her eyes, and she sobbed loudly.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled through tears. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I couldn't help it. Please," Sam knelt down and patted her shoulder.

"It's okay. I know you just have to learn to control it." Lucy nuzzled into his chest, still sobbing. Dean also leaned down to comfort her, laying a hand on her arm.

"Come on, we have to go," Dean said softly. And then a shot rand out. "What the hell?" Dean looked around, and saw Betsy Lou holding the gun up and laughing hysterically.

"That'll teach you to mess with me, bitch," She gasped, before putting the gun into her mouth. "Only for him," She said before pulling the trigger. Her blood splattered all over the wall behind her and she fell back.

"Oh my God," Lucy exclaimed, looking at the blood protruding from her stomach. Betsy Lou had aimed, and hit this time. Sam acted without thinking. He lifted Lucy as if she were nothing and ran for the door. "My mom," Lucy gasped, reaching out toward her mother.

"Dean," Sam asked, in another of the one word questions they had become so accustomed to.

"Yeah, I've got her," Dean said, reaching down to untie and lift Eleanor Kain. "Find a car!" Dean yelled after his brother. Sam shook his head and frantically searched for a door out of the building.

"Over there," Lucy gargled, through the blood that was inching its way out of her mouth. She motioned toward a darkly lit hall that led to an exit. Sam looked around for his brother, who was now close behind. They ran out of the door into the parking lot, to find their Impala. They had no idea how it got there, but they were glad to see it. They opened the door, to find the keys conveniently in the ignition.

"Is this just me, or was that the worst planned kidnapping ever?" Dean said, as he hit the gas on his way to the hospital. Sam sat in the back with Lucy in his lap, and Mrs. Kain was asleep in the passenger seat.

"That's not nice," Lucy mumbled. What she had said had been totally random. She closed her eyes.

"No, stay with us Lucy. Tell us, what's not nice?" Sam urgently spoke, needing to keep Lucy conscious until they reached the hospital.

"You don't go around shooting at people," Lucy said, clearly out of it. "Someone could get hurt." Sam almost chuckled at that. He applied more pressure to Lucy's wound. "Knock it off!" She attempted to brush Sam's hand away, but was too weak to complete the gesture.

"What?" He asked.

"That tickles," She chuckled, and passed out. The urgency of the situation just increased about five hundred percent, on Sam's account.

"We need to get there, like, now!" Sam growled at his brother.

"I've got it covered," He said as they pulled up to the emergency entrance. They walked in the door, Lucy was put on a stretcher, and they were ushered into the waiting room.