Lamia carnis.

The roaring of the Impala was beginning to sound like a mighty lion purring loudly and unpredictable, which was a great sound to fall asleep with. But the sudden storm kept me awake. Also the fact that there lies a dead person in the trunk behind me is a bonus to it.

The droplets of rain started out small, nothing serious. Just for a few minutes everything looked peaceful and quiet on the road.
No cars driving by or hooting, no one to stroll behind because the driver doesn't know a higher speed limit than forty.
And the monster inside my arm that picks random times to struck me by surprise seemed to be resting for a while.

There hasn't been a single day without these sudden 'attacks' on my arm. Huge stings for brief moments, and they became longer and harder to bear.
Today, when we had a little pit-stop for gas and food, I found out it was spreading too. My hand seemed to be normal, and functioned as a hand should. But my arm was covered in purple-blue veins. It spread further to my shoulder through my vital veins, almost reaching my neck. Huge bleu veins, inhuman and a kind-of-scary-to-look-at type. Yet fascinating.

But I had to be fair and understand that I hadn't had much time left. I was going to die soon. The pain was getting worse , the wound just spread only slightly slower than other people had experienced. My arm was the living proof.
The veins were catching my attention way too much, so I wore shirts with long sleeves and sweaters to cover up any blue peeking through the bandages.

Everyone knew that it was getting somewhat more time sensitive, but I never let them show the current results. It wouldn't help them finding a cure at all. They are helping me the best they can, so I can do that too.
If it gets any worse, I would tell them. But for now, I'll keep quiet about it.

"I can smell the damn thing already. I swear, if there is even a tiny proportion of blood on my car, I'm not hesitating to kill someone on the spot." Dean said while opening the windows of the car so the air could ventilate.

Some raindrops entered the inside of the car through the slight opening of the window and hit Dean's arm and steering wheel.
After the whole assassination attempt, and me preventing it, it began to rain quite hard. It had soften by now but it was already going on for quite a while. And the humid air made my hair curl even wilder than it would do normally.
I had the same problem at home and when I was at school. Whenever the air contained damp, my hair would just poof up.
Most of the time it was inconvenient but not worth to stress about it. I ignored it and whenever I passed a mirror or any object that reflects I would try to corrugate it, but not put an effort for it.
It was always a mission without much of result.

All frizzed up and curls sprouting from every direction, I sat there. Looking through the window beside me. Hoping at the moment where Dean would hit the brakes and press the gas pedal again so that a loud roar would escape from the engine. It still surprises me whilst everything that has happened so far, I could still 'enjoy' the little things. Things that are bearably noticeable unless you concentrate well enough or drift away.
The constant reminder that you could drop dead on the floor any second would normally let a human go practically mental. A continual thought about that unpredictable time bomb of sudden pain wasn't a helpful reminder either. Yet I still noticed. I noticed everything small happening around me, the luminous laughs on the street, the trees dancing in gusts of wind, every new pair of eyes of a passersby, the sound of the Impala's engine…

"That's a good thing though." Sam mumbled, but loud enough to sound as it was meant to be heard.
"What ?" I replied, totally thrown off by his comment. Sam hesitated for a second and scratched his forehead. "Nothing, I thought I h-" "Hey disco-chick in the back ! Could you please lower your hair, it's blocking my mirror view." Dean interrupted.

I know my hair looked somewhat abnormal, but no need to get updated about it. I looked at him through the mirror, invading the amount of seconds that would've been known as appropriate. Be he knew it already that that comment was spot on. Just to get me on my bad side on purpose. There wasn't a comeback for me to strike at that moment. Bobby would've know how.
While being with Bobby in the car for a short amount of time, before the shooting, he told me that I shouldn't take their offensive sentences too serious.
"The fools don't know anything better to say or answer towards a girl like you." He explained.
I didn't know exactly what he meant with 'a girl like you', but I found it rather assuring.
When he talked about the Winchester brothers it was always about how dumb and irresponsible they were with past decisions etc. About the discussions and fighting with each other for no good reason. Bickering like little children.
It all sounded harsh and repeated, as if he hadn't told anything else these past few years.
But in al due fairness there was a moment where I saw something else glistering. He stopped his babbling and sighed for a second. When he did, I saw a slight smile shine through, merely there for a couple of seconds. It disappeared as fast as it appeared.
It was that kind of smile that I knew from my mother. I saw it sometimes when I won a conversation with my brother at dinner about almost every stupid thing possible. It was the time where she would come home for a period and prepared us dinner. She wouldn't eat with us since she already ate at the hospital cafeteria and had to leave shortly after it.
It was a tiring job for her, and yet she somehow managed to show strength. To show us that type of smile when she could scold us for being immature.
There was even a time that my mother was called to the principal's office because I got into trouble with a teacher.
He handed out an exam with curriculum we never saw. It was a normal thing to react like I did, a couple of people in my class did. But that day I had to take the cake.

He kept pressuring us to filling the exam in, and that the students who were complaining simply didn't study for it. He was sure about it that I was trying to rebel against him and trying to set him in a bad lighting.
So I stood up and told him, while he sat at his desk, that I was going to the principal because I was certain about this error.
At the end I was still right. The test was, indeed, unknown curriculum.

It was a misunderstanding by agreement at last. However by cause of my rudeness, according to him, I eventually got expelled for a day. Which I spent watching some TV-series, reading a good book for the 5th time over again and eating a lot of sweets.
Long story short for that day is; well spent.

It was a proud smile you'd see just a few times from a person. And I bet Bobby's a hell load of proud about those two brothers. I could see it, whenever he talked somewhat bad about them. He meant it to be a compliment somewhere. A slight sign of affection.

I never heard them saying the common words 'I love you', or 'great to see you' . Not even a simple question about their wellbeing at the time. These bunch of hunters don't show a lot of affection towards each other.
Yet maybe they did, in another way than I would.

So, a simple "Fuck you Dean." was enough to let him know that it was far enough.
"Right back at ya." He said when he winked through the mirror.

Castiel had been flying around the whole drive. To where, was a big question to every one of us. Who could blame him though ? He's an angel after all.
'An angel of The Lord.' he would tell me. But there was no need to be overly fancy. It was a big title to wear, and I wouldn't know how to address myself to such name. What would your job be ? Would it fulfill any needs of your own, and would you have enough time for yourself ? It weren't big existential questions that I asked. But I had one that everyone asked himself once in his existence.
Does He exist ? You know, the big guy upstairs.
Vampires didn't exist in my life, only in the books I've read so far. And now, I've spoken to one. Oh, and shot one right between its eyes.
And the demon thing with angels etc, I'm still progressing it all. Maybe in time, when something like this pops up, I'll be looking at it with no interest or angst. As if it as normal as a human being.
Yet right now, I'm still progressing.

Dean honked loudly and shortly twice after each other. A sort of signal for Bobby who was driving right behind us.
I really wanted to sit in his truck, but the brothers wouldn't let me since I jumped out of the car and ran a good couple of miles just to dial some numbers.
Dean hit the brakes too hard, slamming my head against the drivers chair.
"Dean, where did you get your driver license ? A cereal box ?" I commented, rubbing my forehead.
"Calm down princess, we're just dropping you off." He answered. "Same for you Sammy." This thing was getting rather interesting.

Dean stepped out of the car into the pouring rain, covering himself with his leather jacket. Sam quickly turned around to check if I was evenly confused as he was and opened his door to follow Dean.
Of course I was coming with them outside. Everyone steps out of the car, so do I. I grabbed my jacket that laid beside me, and covered my head when I headed outside. It was raining a lot heavier and I just couldn't cover myself fully from it. So I stood there, looking at the Winchesters.

Dean opened the trunk and backed away quickly from the horrible smell.
"Vampires are the worst !" Dean said agitated. He pushed the body aside and threw both Sam's and my bag on the wet concrete.
"You're not sick of me yet, are you ?" I asked him, awaiting a good explanation for why he throws our stuff in a puddle.
"Nah, we just need a break. So, you, Sam and Cas- Where is he ?" A soft sound of feathers gracefully flapping made me aware that he knew where Castiel was. Right behind him.
"I'm present, Dean." Castiel said.

I saw Dean tensing up for a second. He turned around, making the circle bigger so Castiel could get included within it.
"Right, now that the whole team has assembled… Y'all are going to check in a hotel. Sammy, you text me the address when you are checked in, and keep an eye on Driving Miss Daisy over here. Bobby and I are going to get rid of this pile of twilight trash."
"I killed that vampire fair and square, not that it is a game. I have to deal with the consequences of those bones and teeth."
I struggled.
"No you don't." Sam answered. "You're not in a good state, and wouldn't that have a consequence ?"
He caught Dean's attention, he was alarmed that I was going to refuse his made up plan. "Lucy, it's your body and your problem. But do you really want to dig a hole deep in the mud right now ?"
Maybe, yes. I had to agree because he made a good point. It was my responsibility, but what if the responsibility was too big for me. In my medical state it wasn't the best idea to be digging around. I might fasten the whole process too.

"I could help, even if it is holding an umbrella." I tried. "There is a lot more going on after digging a hole." He informed me.
"As in ? " I asked him politely. You could pinpoint the hesitation in his eyes, he stopped himself from telling it right away.
He made choices before telling about it. Possibly in the most child-friendly way.
"Dean for fuck's sake, explain." I demanded. "Even if you sound like a damn cooking channel."
"All right, you asked for it.
We're going to lie the body down,
Season it with some salt,
Marinade it with some holy water,
And Flambé the bat. Perfects vampire-steak. Now, leave with Sam and Cas before I start making plans for a desert."