Disclaimer: See the previous ones. There's no one new in this chapter.
Author's Note: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter. School and writer's block contributed greatly to this. Also not once of my favorite chapters, as there's not much action in here, but please review anyway. And thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. It really keeps me writing. Thanks! Enjoy!
Lucy's favorite part of the black '67 Impala had always been the texture of the leather seats. They were always smooth and inviting. Too bad she couldn't feel them. She could sit on the seats, or more float over them to make it appear like she was sitting on them, but beyond that, nothing.
It was the morning after Sam and Dean had discovered Lucy in the cemetery. The man in white had given them no hints as to where Michael was. After Dean told him that they would take on his task, the man in white simply faded away. There was nothing for them to do but start hunting. They had checked into a hotel so Sam and Dean could get some sleep. Lucy had nothing to do, since she didn't need sleep, didn't need food, and couldn't use the computer to start doing research. So she walked around town for a few hours, then came back and sat around for a few more.
It was during this period of nothing that Lucy heard a voice. She couldn't quite make out what it was saying. At first, she thought someone was in the room with them, but Sam and Dean were still asleep and a voice that loud would have surely startled them. She couldn't make out the words, but she suddenly knew where they needed to go. It was like the thought had just suddenly popped into her head. They had to go to California. As suddenly as it had began, the voice ceased. She heard it at three in the morning. By seven, she had held it in long enough. Since she couldn't physically wake them, Lucy was content to stand and holler their names as loud as she could until they woke up. She told them exactly what they needed to do and her brothers were inclined to believe their sister. The siblings were going to California.
Now Lucy was sitting in the backseat of the car as they drove the endless hours towards California. Nobody said much of anything. Sam and Dean switched off sleeping and driving and Lucy just sat in the back, lost in thought. What if this Michael did hurt her brothers? She would feel guilty forever, wherever she was stuck existing.
"Hey Luce?" Sam said quietly from the driver's seat. It was around midnight of the second day and Lucy was awake, because, well, she didn't really need to sleep. She was envious of Dean because he was sound asleep and looked so comfortable, although there was worry on his face that looked as though it was permanently etched on.
"Yeah?" she said without much feeling.
"Any chance you know where in California we're supposed to go?"
"I don't know exactly, but I know we need to go to there."
"How do you know? How do you know we should be listening to this random voice you heard?"
"It's just one of those things I know. I really can't explain it." There was quiet for a moment.
"Everything's gonna work out, Lucy." It was like Sam could read her thoughts.
"How do you know, Sam? I don't even know and I've kinda, you know, got connections."
"Because if there's anything in our power that we can possibly do to bring you back, we'll do it."
"I just-" she paused. "I don't want you to end up like me. Or worse." Sam didn't say anything because he couldn't. He couldn't promise that nothing would happen to them. Lucy was fearful. Not for her own existence, but for her brothers. And, as they passed by the sign that said 'Welcome to California', Lucy found that, even as a spirit, she could still shed tears.