"Bobby? Lucy?"
Bobby and Lucy were slummed against the wall, broken glass surrounding them. Dean was unable to move as the thing that had taken over Castiel stood before him. Slowly both Bobby and Lucy sat up, a little dazed from being thrown. Dean saw Lucy's lip was bleeding. Both sat there stunned at what theyw ere seeing.
"How many of you ass clowns are in there? Hundred? More?"
Black blood began to drip from Castiel.
Sam, Dean, Lucy, and Bobby all piled into the Impala. Sitting between Dean and Sam was Castiel's soaked trench coat. The four of them drove in silence. Bobby and Lucy sat in the back seat and more than once Lucy caught Dean's eyes in the rear-view mirror.
Finally they pulled off at a gas station where Dean killed the engine. For a second the four of them didn't say a word before Bobby rubbed his beard covered his face opened up his door.
"Excuse me kids, I need some jerky..."
Sam smirked before glancing at Dean.
"You okay?"
Dean glanced over.
"Yeah, you?"
Sam quickly nodded, right away it was clear he didn't want to talk about it and mumbled something about filling up the gas tank and nearly fumbled to open his door. Once he was gone, Dean turned around and stared at Lucy.
Castiel had thrown Lucy pretty hard against the wall earlier, when it had happened Dean's heart had gone up in his throat.
"You okay?"
'"A little sore, but I'm okay."
Dean leaned over the seats before cupping her face with his hands and looking her over with serious eyes.
"That's it, you're not doing this anymore."
"Any what?"
"Jobs, hunts, Cas could have killed you..."
"That wasn't Cas."
"Yeah well, you're five months pregnant...you're in no condition to be doing this."
"I'm fine Dean...and baby is fine to."
"Yeah well we're still going to the doctors..."
His hand touched a tender bruise that had traveled to her bare collarbone. Sighing, Lucy nodded.
"I'm sure everything is fine...are you okay?"
"What?"
"Cas gone...you okay?"
Dean glanced down at the trench coat before sighing.
"I'm fine..."
"Bullshit Dean...
Dean dropped his eyes for a second.
"I just...can't believe he's gone."
"He loved you a lot Dean."
"Huh?"
"Cas...I know you don't want to believe it, but it's true. You guys weren't just friends...you were family. I think that's why he didn't kill us."
Dean leaned against his seat looking back at her before putting one of his hands against the side of his face. He not only looked exhausted, he looked sorta lost. Staring at him, Lucy could clearly see how these past few years had taken it's toll on him. He looked older, and his sparking green eyes with flecks of hazel seemed heartbroken. Reaching over she dully squeezed his arm.
"Listen, I believe Bobby was right...wherever Cas is, I'm sure he's at peace. That's one thing you had to hand to him...he never stopped believing in what was right, even when all of his brothers fell and turned against him."
Dean frowned.
"I hope so...damnit Cas..."
Dean said as he looked at the coat again. Just then Sam and Bobby were approaching the car. Dean lifted his eyes and looked at Lucy, almost pleading.
"Mind just keeping this between us Lucy doll?"
Lucy softly smiled and nodded.
"Of course."
Dean patted his wife's hand before turning back around, trying his hardest to block out any of the pain he was feeling from loosing his friend.
Two days later...
Lucy stood in her bedroom humming softly and folding clothes. Tomorrow she was heading to Rufus' cabin, another one of Bobby's little hide outs. It was the next state over, but in a very safe area. Mostly a seasonal town, busy during the summer due to the lake which was five or so miles away. Besides that it had a total of two thousand at best people living there, everything else was just cabins in the woods, which was like the one she was planning on going to.
Dean had forced the issue the moment he made her go back to the doctor's. A lie about getting in a car wreck had been told and besides a swelled lip and a few bumps and bruises, she was perfectly okay. She had noticed the relief on Dean's face when he heard the baby's heartbeat again, almost as if he hadn't been able to take a breath before he could hear it again.
Lucy wanted to help most of all with the leviathans running loose, but Dean put his foot down and that's where it stayed. She hadn't been back more than a month now and all ready enough had happened. At first she said she would simply stay at Bobby's, but Dean said he wanted her someplace else...someplace nobody had ever heard of.
The three weeks before all of this happened with Cas had been good ones. Lucy was thrown back into the year 2011 and trying to deal with the fact she had been murdered and brought back for some reason. Cas didn't have any answers, but by then things were falling apart with him. Deep down inside Lucy liked to think maybe, just maybe it had something to do with God. She prayed every night, and knew how worried Dean was.
A wall had been built for Sam, and Dean had explained everything. She could tell he was watching his younger brother closely, and now that the wall had been turned down, Bobby and him had been nervous wrecks.
Before everything fell apart, Dean did drive her to Chicago. It was a time they needed, just the two of them in the car. Dean answered her questions about what had happened in the last few years as best he could. Finally she got him smiling when she asked if any good movies had been released.
They arrived on the street where her store once stood and now an empty lot laid out before them. Dean had parked the Impala, and Lucy just sat there staring. Nothing was there now besides a few crumbled bits of brick. Lucy had owned the property but that had been tied up after she died and given to Dean. Now the lot belonged to the city.
"Wanna get out and look?"
Dean asked.
Lucy sat looking out the window, remembering Joe's black eyes and how scared she was for her baby's life. Slowly shaking her head, she turned towards him.
"No, I'm good..."
Dean nodded and drove off.
That night they laid together in a motel room not saying much, just listening to the wind outside.
She knew he was worried.
Now with the things with Cas and the leviathans, she didn't exactly think this was the best time to step down, but Dean insisted and finally Bobby and Sam took his side.
Dean had held her by the shoulders, looking her straight in the eye.
"You got our baby to think about Lucy doll...please."
Lucy finally agreed and began to pack, before doing so she made Dean make her a promise.
"We've both died too many times...promise me you'll take care of yourself. This baby needs a father just as much as he needs a mother."
Dean gently had kissed her forehead and said he would.
Downstairs Sam was resting, Lucy got the sense that Dean was more than a little worried about him. Humming, she closed her suitcase and latched the sides. Turning, she walked to her vanity and picked up one of her snow globes.
Snow globes had been her thing when she was younger and just started living at Bobby's. She was a huge tom boy growing up and really never took the time to think about such things as dresses, dolls, makeup, and prom. Instead she was comfortable just wearing jeans and a T-shirt and researching with Bobby in his study. While other girls were busy with dates, talking on the phone, and shopping...she was out hunting monsters, reloading and cleaning guns, and learning how to take cars apart.
Sure once she reached seventeen and eighteen she came into her own. She began to take more interest in herself. She remembered she went to prom with some kid named Rudy, who wore leather jackets and appeared to have been sucked straight from the 1950's. He was one of the local bad boys and Lucy remembered hearing from Bobby how jealous Dean was when he found out she went after all.
She remembered wearing torn fishnets, short skirts, and low cut band T-shirts. She remembered working part time, and going to the movies with her friends. She remembered dying her hair, and even sneaking pot with Dean in the junk yard one month he was visiting and they didn't seem to want to kill each other. So many memories spilled back but she remembered as much as she tried, she was never your normal teenage girl. As much as she pretended, that was the truth.
Her one thing was her snow globes though.
She began collecting them when she was fifteen. It started first with John bringing her back one for her birthday. Him and the boys had gone to Salem Mass, to hunt a local group of witches and picked up the tiny little snow globe she now held in her hand.
Shaking it she watched the glittering orange and black sparkles fall over the tiny little cemetery that was trapped inside.
Scanning her dresser, she saw she owned around thirty or so. It sorta began as her thing and whenever John or the boys were on the road and things weren't too crazy...they could pick her up one. She treasured theses and even saw the last one she had gotten which was at least eight or so years old. Dean had picked it up in a small mining town in PA. Shaking it she smiled and set it down. Sighing, she looked at her reflection and turned to her side.
Her stomach was showing clearer now, the bump had just began to take shape and whenever she lifted her shirt you could see it much better. Sliding her hands against her skin she sighed.
Her baby...
Smiling she looked over her snow globes again before picking up the tiny one John had gotten her in Salem and put it in her tote bag she was bringing. Looking around, she saw that was pretty much it.
"We acted like he had everything under control!"
Lucy heard Dean raise his voice downstairs and frowned. She knew how worried he had been about Sam and even she couldn't take his mind off it. The night before, both laid in bed restless. Dean kept tossing and turning before saying there wasn't enough blankets for her and grabbed some from down the hall. Coming back, Lucy hiked herself up and stared at him.
"You okay?"
Dean shook his head.
"Yeah fine..."
Climbing in next to her, he gave the top of her head and kiss and laid down beside her.
Lucy stepped closer to her open door, trying to hear what was going on downstairs. Sighing she hoped everything was okay, she knew everyone was on edge, mostly after what had happened. Touching her tender lip, she leaned against the doorway when she faintly heard Bobby mumble about going back to work.
Walking back to her suitcase she made sure everything was snapped shut when she started to drag it off the bed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Lucy turned, looking over her shoulder as Dean hurried in. Quickly he took the suitcase and set it down.
"You shouldn't lift anything heavy Lucy! Damnit!"
Lucy looked at him.
"Hey, what the hell is your problem?"
Dean shot her a look.
"What?"
Lucy put her hands on her lips.
"I know you're upset, but it doesn't mean you have to freak out."
Dean turned, glaring at her.
"Lucy, I've been through hell and back...literately. I've all ready lost you and the baby once, there's monsters running crazy everywhere, and Sam is cracking up...so yeah I'm a little on edge."
"Well I'm not made of fucking glass Dean, I'm not gonna break...that all ready happened all ready."
"Yeah and it's my business to make sure it doesn't happen again."
Lucy took a step closer, cocking her head to the side before gently touching his arm.
"What is it?"
Dean looked at her, the anger fading from his eyes.
"It's just...Sam...I'm worried. I think he's cracking up."
"That it?"
Dean frowned before lowering her head.
"Sorry I snapped...just worried."
"Hey..."
Gently she made him lift his head and look at her. Staring straight in his eyes she gave a small smile to show him everything was all right.
"I'm okay, the baby is okay...Sam is going to be okay...all right?"
Faintly smiling, Dean wrapped his arms around Lucy and gave her a dull squeeze.
"Sorry Lucy doll..."
Kissing the top of her head again, he stared out the window.
"We better get going."
"All right, let me say goodbye to Sam and Bobby..."
Dean nodded as Lucy slipped out of his arms and began to head down the hall. Standing in the bedroom for a second he smirked and picked up her suitcase before following her. Slowly making his way down the stairs, he knew he had to get himself under control. He knew he could take to Lucy about this sort of stuff and that maybe on the ride he tell him honestly what was going on. His head was pounding down and he craved another drink, but knowing he had to drive him and Lucy he knew it was going to have to wait.
Finding Lucy downstairs, she was sitting beside Sam on the sofa. Both were hugging before Lucy withdrew and stared at him with serious eyes.
"You're going to be all right...okay?"
Sam nodded, looking guilty before Lucy kissed his forehead and got up. Bobby leaned against the doorway, a beer in his hand. Walking over she kissed his cheek and gave him a hug.
"Take care of yourself kiddo."
Bobby then looked down at her and smiled.
"Another damn edgit...oh Jesus."
Laughing, Lucy gave him another hug before turning towards Dean as she began to slip her coat on.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, I'll be back later guys...call me if anything happens."
He casted a glance at Sam before nodding and slipping his hand into Lucy's.
Later...
Both drove up to the cabin mostly in silence. Dean had the heat on and the radio going soft. Lucy sat beside him, picking at the fabric of her bag. Finally Dean glanced at her and sighed.
"I miss him."
Lucy raised an eyebrow.
"Hum?"
"Cas...I...just can't believe he's gone. God knows he was stupid enough, but he was still my friend, and I don't have a lot of those. I feel like with everything happening there should have been something I could have done. I don't know, maybe it's guilt."
Lucy frowned.
"It's all right Dean, your human...your allowed to feel like this. It's not like both of your parents are gone, your friends have been killed, your brother, yourself...me...the baby..."
Dean smirked and gave her a little whack on the arm before taking her hand and kissing it.
"I don't know...just tired. I wish more than anything I didn't have to leave you again..."
"Hey your not..."
"Yes I am...I just get you back and now I need to hide you away. Lucy...it's just with everything and Sam..."
"Shhhh, it's all right. I'll be fine...this is what you want and I'll lay low. You just have to promise me you'll still be alive to see our son be born, all right?"
Dean smiled.
"I promise."
They drove on, talking mostly about nothing. Lucy could sense there was more on Dean's mind but didn't want to push it. Instead they just drove down the back roads of the woods before they reached the cabin.
Dean carried in Lucy's things and inside it looked like your typical small log cabin. There were two bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, sundeck, and living room/study. The furniture had sheets over it and were dusty, and the same stuffy attic smell drifted in the air.
Right away Dean began to open the windows as Lucy pulled the sheets off everything and shook them out on the porch.
Dean tested the heat, the lights, and the hot water. Everything looked to be in check.
"Let's go into town, get you some stuff from the market..."
The two rode together to the town, that seemed pretty dead that afternoon and went to the market. Dean kept mumbling how he didn't like the idea of her not having a car with her and how if there was a really bad storm what would happen if the roads got blocked. Lucy listened in amusement seeing he was crabby, and checked out.
The ride up, he told her he was leaving her flashlights, batteries, and plenty of cell phones in case something happened to hers.
"I'll be back in a week, don't worry...I'll talk to Bobby and maybe he can lend you a clunker. I'll even see about the doctor around here, Bobby says he's a good guy, trustworthy..."
Dean kept mumbling to himself and Lucy just listened, staring out the window taking in how beautiful it looked outside. Finally they got back to the cabin. Lucy unloaded the food while Dean checked over the cabin once again and started the fireplace.
"Don't lift too much wood, you got plentifully in here but I don't want you going out and breaking your back to pick it up."
Lucy rolled her eyes.
"Jesus Dean, you act like I've never lived alone..."
"Yeah well you've never been five months pregnant with monsters running around."
He mumbled back. Last but not least, Dean showed her the three guns he was leaving here. One under the bed, one under the sofa, and one by her bed. Lucy knew how to fire all three so he didn't have to teach her.
"If anything besides us comes...you shoot first and ask questions later, you hear me?"
Lucy nodded before finally there was nothing else to do. Settling on the sofa, Lucy watched as Dean built her a big fire and walked back over, cupping his hands and blowing into them.
"It still feels too damn cold in here..."
Walking over, he rubbed her arms and grabbed a blanket before draping it over her shoulders.
"If it gets too bad here I'm seriously just a phone call away. Like I said, a week at the most Lucy then I'll be back."
"Dean sit down, your making me nervous."
Sighing, Dean sat beside her before she draped some of the blanket over him as well. Dean faintly smiled before putting his arm around her and sitting back watching the fire.
"You know, I could stay the night."
Lucy shook her head.
"No, I'll be all right, you got Sam to worry about. Just be careful okay?"
Dean nodded before Lucy kissed his cheek.
"Thanks for everything."
Dean looked at her with uneasy eyes, she could tell he was nervous.
"Wish it could be more, but you'll be safe here Lucy. I promise."
Lucy smiled back before resting her head on his shoulder. After a second Dean glanced at her and she laughed.
"What?"
Dean leaned over and softly kissed her before his hand crept up and cupped her breast. Smiling, Lucy nuzzled his neck before whispering in his ear...
"I thought you had to get back?"
Dean shut his eyes, almost in pain.
"Yeah...I know..."
Laughing, Lucy's hand went down to the crotch of his jeans and gave a dull squeeze, more than enough to make his eyes budge out of his head. Laughing, Lucy continued to kiss him before her fingers found the copper zipper of his jeans and slowly dragged them down. A moment later, her hand was slowly moving up and down, a faint slapping noise filling the room. Dean tilted his head back with his eyes shut moaning.
Later...
Lucy stood in the doorway, waving to the Impala as the headlights danced across the cabin. A moment later it was gone. Sighing, Lucy shut the door and locked it before fishing out of her blouse something.
Dean's necklace.
Sam had given it to her earlier. He explained how Dean had thrown it out at a motel and he had fished it out. Walking over to the fireplace, Lucy hung it over one of the hooks before heading to the bedroom.
Unaware to her, it was beginning to glow.
Later...
Dean programed Sam's GPS on his phone as Bobby and him stood in the kitchen. He had gotten back about an hour ago and all ready missed Lucy.
"And you?"
Bobby leaned against the counter, crossing his arms.
"How are you doing?"
"Seriously Bobby, this isn't like he's hexed. What if this is the kind of crazy you can't fix?"
"Yeah, I'm worried to, but...humor me for a second, how are you doing?"
Dean shot a look.
"Who cares...don't you think our mailbox is a little full right now?"
"Right, and you were pissed at him for saying the same thing just a couple of hours before he spilled his marbles all over the floor?"
"Yeah well...I'm not Sam. I keep my fricking marbles in a led box."
Dean said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"I'm fine..."
"Yeah, of course...lost one of the only friends you ever had, your brother is in the bell jar, you just got your pregnant wife back who you're worried sick about...and you have supernaturals most water for surfing the sewer lines...but yeah your fine."
Dean and Bobby looked at each other.
"Good..."
Sitting down at the table, Dean didn't want Bobby to keep looking at him.
"Course when you decide that's utter horse crap, I'm here...always am."
"What you wanna do couple's yoga or get back to hunting the big bads."
"Shut up...edgit."
Both Dean and Bobby smirked before going back to work.
That night Dean laid awake and texted Lucy before bed.
You okay?
Yeah, everything all right?
Yeah, miss you Lucy doll.
Miss you too. Night 3
What the hell was that?
What?
3
It's a heart stupid.
I don't see it.
Shut up.
Love you too, night Lucy doll
Night.