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Author's Note: Sorry. It's kind of short. I'm attempting to build dramatic tension. Whether it's working or not is a whole other issue. Enjoy!

To Lucy, it all felt so real. The cavern was slick with water from somewhere she couldn't see. She shivered in the damp, cool air. She could even see her breath. There was no way this could be real. She couldn't have gone from bleeding to death in a dirty Milwaukee alley to where she was in a matter of seconds. There was no gaping hole in her chest. The last thing she remembered was Dean calling her name over and over. And the man in the blue jacket's face. And something else, but she couldn't quite seem to pick that small detail out of her memory.

Lucy sat huddled next to a stalagmite. Or stalactite. She could never remember which was which. She had been there for what seemed like hours. The only exits she could see were either a hole in the wall, which was much too small for her to squeeze through, or a much larger hole in the ceiling. She had already attempted to scale the wall and failed miserably. The youngest Winchester sibling hated not being able to do anything but sit and shiver.

"You don't have to be so cold," came a sudden whisper from the other side of Lucy's prison. Lucy was startled. She waited to see if there would be another whisper. She began to think she had imagined it. "I am real. You are not imagining me." So this thing could read her mind. Fantastic.

"Who are you?" Lucy slowly stood and walked cautiously to where she had thought the voice was coming from. She was trying desperately not to panic. A Winchester didn't panic. They dealt with whatever came their way. What came next, however, she had never been prepared for.

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It had been three hours since Sam and Dean had been let in the room to see Lucy. In those three hours, Lucy had not moved a muscle. After three hours, Dean couldn't take the silence.

"You saw this, didn't you Sam." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes," Sam said wearily.

"Why…why isn't she….why didn't she…" Dean couldn't say die.

"I'm not sure. The vision was different. It was so intense that my nose started bleeding and I was positive my head was going to explode."

"Tell me exactly what you saw."

"Well, I saw a man. Two men, actually. I saw the alley and you and Lucy. The man with the blue jacket shot Lucy while the man in the sunglasses held his shoulder. There was this…voice in my head the whole time. I couldn't hear anything but these…whispers."

"Wait, two men?"

"Yeah."

"There was only one guy. The man in the blue jacket."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked confused.

"Positive." Sam put his hands over his face, in what Dean assumed was frustration, but when he looked up, his face was grimaced in pain. "What's wrong?"

"I…I don't know." Blood began to drip out of Sam's nose. At that same moment, Lucy took a sharp intake of breath. Just as Sam grabbed his head and fell to the floor, Lucy let out a horrifying scream. Dean leaped out of his chair and ran for the door to get some help, but when he pulled on the handle, he found that the door wouldn't budge. He could hear the doctor pounding on the door and demanding entrance.

Once again, Dean had no idea what to do. Lucy sounded as though she was being murdered. Her screaming increased in intensity and her heartbeat was erratic, but she was still unconscious as tears fell out of the corners of her eyes. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Lucy was silent and still. Sam had passed out on the floor. Dean, helpless, watched as the doctor and a number of nurses streamed into the room through the now open door and took over.