This is the last chapter in the first case, and let me just say, thank you all for your support and everything! I never would have thought that this story would get so much response, and it's made my day to see how many people are interested in it!

-Sparky

*Disclaimer*

I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe, only Sarah.

I listened to Dean beat on the door, but didn't answer back. Lucy was walking slowly towards me, her eyes colder than a little girls should be.

"Don't talk to him," She said, "you should play with me."

I backed up until I hit the wall of the attic. "Lucy, listen to me," I started, my voice threatening to give out on me. "You're sick. You need to move on." Her face became angry.

"I just want someone to play with me!" She yelled, stomping her foot on the wooden floor.

"Is that why you killed the other girls' parents?" I asked, feeling a bit braver. She was just a little girl, and maybe if I reprimanded her like one it would make her stop. I pushed myself off the wall and started to walk towards her. "Is that why you killed your parents?"

"They were going to leave me!" Lucy yelled. "Then I would go away until someone else came to play! I didn't want to go!"

"It's not right for you to be here Lucy," I explained. "You need to pass on."

"No!" She screeched, and I flew back and crashed into a stack of boxes. Lucy was stronger than I gave her credit for. I pushed myself off of the crushed cardboard into a sitting position just as Lucy walked up to me.

"I'll play with you." I said, trying to distract her. Her eyes seemed to turn soft in a instant.

"You would?" She asked sweetly. I nodded. She turned and ran over to where the box full of dolls was set as I pulled myself up out of the boxes, examining myself for injuries. I didn't find any, though I would probably have quite a few bruises later on. I walked over to where Lucy had spread a few dolls on the floor and she handed one up to me.

"Here," She said, "You take this one, and we can play." I put a fake smile on as I sat opposite her, trying to hide my fear. I had seen how quickly she could turn from sweet to terrifying. Dean pounded on the door again, and I turned to glance at the stairway. When I looked back, Lucy was glaring at me.

"Tell him to stop." She said menacingly. I turned back towards the stairs.

"Dean, I'm okay!" I yelled, and the pounding stopped. "Stop beating the door down!"

"Tell him we're just playing." Lucy said in the same tone.

"Lucy and I are just playing dolls!" I called again, hoping that he would find some way to take care of the little girl before she turned dark again.

"Sam just called!" Dean yelled as I turned back towards Lucy. Her eyes were now focused on the stairs. "He's almost done at the cemetery!"

"What does that mean?" Lucy asked, her focus returning to me.

Uh oh. I tried to think up an excuse. "He went to visit a friend who passed away." I lied, and Lucy's eyes narrowed.

"Are you telling the truth?" She asked, slowly sitting the doll down on the floor and standing up. I did the same, hastily looking around for something that I could use as a weapon against the spirit. I didn't see anything that would be of use to me.

"Yes, of course." I said quickly. Too quickly.

"You're lying!" Lucy yelled, thrusting her hand forward and sending me flying back into a large mirror that was propped up against the wall. Glass shattered all around me, and I felt warmth start to spread on several parts of my body. I dropped to the floor as Lucy stalked over.

"You're going to leave me too!" She yelled, and my body pressed harder against the broken mirror, my head tilting back against the frame.

"Dammit Dean!" I yelled, and Dean started beating and kicking the door again. Lucy was so much stronger than any ghost I'd ever seen mom hunt; how could she control me and hold the door shut at the same time?

In my peripheral vision, I saw Lucy bend over and pick up one of the larger shards of glass, then she stepped over my pinned down legs and positioned herself above my neck.

"You will never leave me again." She said, and pressed the broken glass to my throat. I grunted as the sharp tip pierced my skin. She started dragging it across my neck, and I felt hot liquid begin to drip down from the wound. But when she was about a quarter of the way across my neck, she pulled back suddenly and I felt her control on me loosen.

I slumped down from the mirror onto the floor and vaguely heard Dean finally kick the door open, but my main focus was on Lucy. She had dropped the shard of glass, and was taking stuttering breaths as she looked down at her hands. They appeared to be disintegrating into ashes, and the rest of her body was following swiftly behind. She let out a shriek right as her face dissolved, and then she disappeared into nonexistence.

Dean lurched into the small space and paused to see the newly created pile of ashes on the floor, but then he rushed over to help me up as I tried to pull myself off of the broken mirror. I felt a little uneasy on my feet, so I let him help me down the attic steps and out of the house.

Later that night after the boys had helped take care of my wounds, we were all sitting in the hotel room talking about the case.

"You finished just in time, Sam," I said. "I was about to be dead meat."

"Where was Dean at?" He asked, and Dean turned to look at me. I gave a short chuckle.

"Trying to break down the door." I explained. It was a little funny when I thought about it. Sam laughed, but Dean just pouted and took a swig of his beer.

"So what do we do now?" I asked. It seemed so quiet once the case was over. I didn't like it, I wanted to be up on my feet, not sitting in a motel room.

"We wait for the next hunt to come around." Sam answered. "It could be a while, though." I frowned.

"What's the matter sis?" Dean asked, seeing my face. "So eager to get back into the fray?" He asked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I just get bored easily." I stated. In reality, I enjoyed hunting because it took my mind off of my mom. I didn't have to think about what happened to her when I could be out hunting the things that went bump in the night.

After Sarah went to bed, Sam and Dean stayed up to finish watching a football game on the small television in the room. Suddenly Sarah flinched in her sleep, causing the boys to turn their attention to her.

"Is she still having nightmares?" Sam asked, turning to look at the face of his sister, which was scrunched up at whatever she was seeing in her sleep.

"Yeah," Dean sighed. "It helps when someone's with her, but they still come every so often." He had seen the worst of Sarah's nightmares, and he knew how she felt.

"If you burned those bones any later she wouldn't have made it." Dean pointed out. "I couldn't break the door down, and that ghost was about to slit her throat."

"She knows what she's getting into," Sam reminded him. "She's not new to any of this, Dean."

"I know." Dean said. "I'm just afraid that one day she might get herself into something we can't fish her out of."

A/N: Alright, so what do you think of the first case? Please review, follow and favorite! Also, I am still on the lookout for any new ideas for cases, so if you have anything in particular that you would like to see, please suggest it to me!