Disclaimer: Lucy is mine. The man in white is mine. Michael is mine. Everything else is not mine.
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Dean was stunned. This was the moment that he had been dreaming of for the two days since Lucy's death.
"Pinch me," he said. He felt a sudden pain in his arm and he realized that Sam had done exactly what he had asked for once. He glared his brother before turning back to Lucy and the man in white.
"I still don't quite get it," Lucy said.
"You don't need to. You just need to know that you can return to your brothers and the life you once shared with them. Trust me."
"What do we have to do?" Dean asked. "We'll do whatever it takes."
"Well, you know the daughter? I believe she called herself Meg."
"Unfortunately, yes."
"She has a sibling. A brother. He goes by Michael. He needs to be found and destroyed before he brings his father back."
"You're kidding." The man had no trace of humor on his face. Dean had a feeling that this was a man who didn't joke around. "You're not kidding."
"He was the younger one. The second. Meg was supposed to take care of everything, but she failed. Michael will now come out of hiding and create chaos. He has been waiting for his chance. And he knows that you, Lucy, are out of the way. I am surprised that you, Sam and Dean, have not yet been attacked."
"So, we just have to get rid of this Michael guy and Lucy will come back to life?" Sam questioned. "Like, alive and human and everything?"
"Everything will be as it was before."
"So, what your saying is, you're holding Lucy's fate as a bargaining chip to take care of your problems."
"Do you want her back or not?"
"Yeah of course, but-"
"Then do as we ask and she will."
"We don't even know who the hell you are!" Sam yelled, losing his temper.
"Don't I get a say in any of this?" Lucy put in. "I mean, this is my life we're talking about. I don't like the idea of using my brothers to do your dirty work. If this could get them hurt in any way they're not doing it." She actually placed herself between her brothers and the man in white as if to protect them.
"I will let you discuss this. You have five minutes." The man in white faded away and the three of them were left in the warm sunshine that Lucy couldn't even feel. It was such a beautiful day and Lucy wished she could enjoy it. She could hear the birds and see the green grass, but beyond that there was nothing. The wind didn't rustle her clothes or her hair and it felt so strange. It felt peculiar to only have two of her five senses. She wanted the other three back.
Lucy remembered the warm spring days when she was younger. She remembered when Sam was still around the house. Of course Dad would be gone, but Sam and Dean were still there. When she was inthird and fourth grade, when they lived in the apartment in Kansas City, there was a beautiful park right nearby. Some days, Sam would pack a backpack with sandwiches and drinks and fruit and they would eat it in the grass there. It was the one normal they did. If their Dad ever caught them, however, he would scold them all, especially Dean, for leaving the protection of their house.
"Lucy?" She turned on her heel to face Sam and Dean.
"I don't want you to do it." She would give up those warm spring days and any other day if it would mean her brothers wouldn't be harmed. "If Michael is anything like Meg, who knows what'll happen."
"I know you don't like it, but we have to. It's the only way to bring you back," Dean said. "I don't know what will happen to you if we don't, and I'm not willing to take that risk." Lucy looked at Sam to see if he had the same opinion.
"Me neither," Sam said. "I know it's blackmail, but if there's no other way to do it, then we'll kill Michael."
"Besides, how hard could it be?" Dean asked.
"And I suppose I can't stop you," Lucy said, crossing her arms.
"I don't think so. If you tried, you'd go right through us."
"Oh, yeah. Right. I forgot about that."
"So it's a yes?"
"It's a 'fine I can't stop you'. But I'm coming with."
"I figured as much. Death itself can't stop the Three Musketeers, right Luce?" Dean said with a gleam in his eye.
"I haven't heard that in so long," Lucy said. If she had a heart, she would surely be feeling an ache in it.
"Have you made a decision?" Came the voice behind her again. The sound of his voice was beginning to make her increasingly angry. She turned around to glare at the man in white for putting her brothers in danger yet again.
"We'll do it," Dean said before Lucy could say anything.
"Good." Lucy prayed that Sam and Dean hadn't made the wrong decision.