Disclaimer: Pretty much the same as the others, except that Charlie Phillips is the new character in this one and he's mine.
Author's Note: Sorry. The same excuses as last time. As far as I know, there is no Lemon Grove, California, although I could very well be wrong. Enjoy anyway!
"Here. Take this," Dean said, handing the bag from the trunk to Lucy. Forgetting about her current condition, she reached out to grab it and her hand went right through. Dean, forgetting as well, dropped the bag and it landed on the ground with a thunk. He whirled around to face her. "Sorry," he said sheepishly.
"That's okay. I forgot too," she said quietly. She walked away from the trunk and followed Sam into the motel. They were in Lemon Grove, California, another small town. At least they were in the right state. The next goal was locating Michael.
Once they were set up in the room, Sam went straight for the laptop. He sat down, turned it on, and stared at the screen. He had no idea where to start. "Any ideas at all?" he asked his siblings.
"I have one. I didn't want to say anything, but it's worth a try," Dean spoke up from his spot on the bed. "Lucy, can you do that whole, popping to different places thing? You know, where you can just suddenly appear somewhere else?"
"You know, I never thought about trying that," Lucy replied. She closed her eyes, thought of the other side of the room, opened them again, and found that it did, in fact, work.
"Whoa," was all Dean could say.
"This could be very helpful," Sam said.
"What were you thinking we could do with this new found ability, Dean?" Lucy asked.
"I don't really have any ideas. I just wanted to see if it would work." He found an angry Lucy suddenly at his side and she attempted to smack him upside the head, although she went right through. It was the principle of the thing. "Come on. It's funny and it's kinda cool," he said to her. Lucy thought about it for a minute before she started to laugh, and her brothers joined in. Then there was a sudden banging on the door. Dean went straight for the pistol next to the table and Sam went to the door. Lucy just stood by and watched. When Dean was ready, he mouthed Sam the okay to open the door. What greeted them was not what they expected.
A man who looked to be in his late 40's, salt and pepper hair and tattered jeans and button down shirt fell to the floor. He bled freely from somewhere all over the carpet. For a minute, they thought he was dead, until he gave a weak moan. "Lucy. Please tell me Lucy is here," he moaned into the floor. They didn't know quite what to say. Everyone, besides Sam and Dean, thought Lucy was dead and gone. And they certainly didn't know this man at all.
"Who are you?" Dean asked, kneeling by the man's head. The shabby man raised his head and Dean saw he had clear blue eyes, which somehow didn't match the rest of him at all.
"Michael knows that she isn't gone. He knows that there's a chance that she will be brought back. Please tell me that she's still here."
"First tell me-"
"I'm here," Lucy said, kneeling beside him as well. Dean gave her a look that said 'What the hell are you doing? We don't know who this guy is or if he's telling the truth.' She shot him back a look that said 'Trust me.' She met the man's eyes and she saw a bit of hope begin to fill them.
"You're-you're more beautiful than I was told," the man said.
"Who told you about me?"
"If you help me out, I'll tell you everything I know."
"Tell me your name and we'll help you." Dean shot her another warning look and this time, Sam did as well. Lucy ignored them both.
"I'm Charlie Phillips," the man said. The name sounded so familiar to all three of them, but they couldn't quite place him.
"Well, Charlie, welcome to our humble room." She managed to convince Sam and Dean to help Charlie into one of the chairs and had Sam go to the bathroom and get a washcloth for the nasty gash on Charlie's forehead, which is what had been bleeding all over the carpet.
"Now tell us what you know," Lucy said once Charlie was settled. "How did you know about me?" He stared at her for a minute, and Lucy was wondering if maybe he was deciding that coming to them was a bad idea.
"Your father. He sent me to help you find Michael."