Disclaimer: Lucy is still mine, as are Paul and David. Mel Gibson is not mine either. (Okay, he's not technically in the story, but his name is mentioned. Sorry to any Mel Gibson fans out there. Although if you do still exist, you probably shouldn't identify yourself. Am I going to get sued for saying this?)

Author's Note: It's a little longer than the others. I'm proud of myself. Enjoy!

It was raining in her prison. Lucy lay in pain in the middle of the cavern, right beneath the hole in the ceiling. She wished she could move to the outskirts, where there was no rain. But after the brutal attack, she was in such agony that moving was definitely out of the question.

The demon that attacked her was nothing she had ever heard her dad or her brothers even so much as mention. It moved so fast that she could barely tell what it was. It was a beast, at least three times her size. She never heard it come up behind her. Lucy actually suspected that it had the ability to transport itself. There was no way she couldn't have heard something that big sneak up her like it did. Before she knew it, there were claws in her back. She screamed for all it was worth. For some unknown reason, the beast had stopped before it killed her. At this point, Lucy wished it had.

Lucy found herself remembering the attack. There had been a male voice screaming as well, but there was no one else in the cavern with her. Who was he? Something in the back of her mind told her that this voice was familiar. But she was in so much pain, she couldn't think straight. She could only lay there and bleed and cry.

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He was losing them both. Somehow, Sam and Lucy were connected, and because of this connection, Dean was losing them. Sam had been unconscious for the last hour and Lucy hadn't moved since the episode earlier. When the doctors had examined her, they could find nothing wrong except that her blood pressure and heart rate were still declining dramatically. There were also no signs of her regaining consciousness.

Now Sam was in trouble too. He wasn't nearly as bad off as Lucy, but was also unconscious with low blood pressure and heart rate. Dean knew this had something to do with the shooting and the man that Sam had seen but Lucy and Dean had not. He needed to go do research, but at the same time he couldn't leave his younger siblings' sides. He had never felt so alone.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Dean said, assuming it was another doctor. It was far from it. It was a short man with brown hair and a goatee. He was wearing a blue jacket. The minute Dean saw him, he knew who he was. It was the man who had shot Lucy. Dean leapt to his feet and attempted to put himself between this guy and his siblings. He really wished he had a weapon. "What the hell do you want?"

The man did a strange thing. He put his hands up in front of him as if to surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you or your brother and sister." In a flash, Dean had the man by his collar and slammed him into the wall. He was seething.

"Why did you shoot Lucy? Why are you here?"

"I…I…" the man stammered, obviously frightened by Dean.

"ANSWER ME!"

"I had to."

"WHAT?"

"Look, if you just let go of me, I'll explain."

"You better tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now with my bare hands. Because, trust me, I'm about to."

"I know that it's all my fault. That's why I'm here. I want to help make it right." Dean loosened his grip slightly on the man. He dragged him over to a chair and threw him in it.

"Talk. Now."

"My name is Paul," he started, shaking slightly from adrenaline and fear. "I know who you and your siblings are. You're Dean Winchester. Those two are Sam and Lucy, your younger brother and half-sister."

"Okay, so far you've proved that you're a crazy stalker."

"I know because the demon told me."

"What demon?"

"About a year ago, my long term girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I wanted revenge, but not the typical kind. My roommate in college was big into magic and the black arts and always had these spell books and stuff lying around. I guess I was really upset, because I picked up one of his books and read about this demon of retribution. Before I knew it, I had actually conjured it. I couldn't believe it. To be honest, at first, I didn't think it was real. I mean, he didn't look like those demons you see on TV and in the movies. It was a normal looking guy. But he could…control me. He made me kill my girlfriend and my best friend. I couldn't stop myself." Paul began to break. "I never wanted them to die." He took a second to compose himself before continuing. "For the past year, he's been following me around, telling me what to do. It's been things from petty thefts to murder. Last night he came to me and told me that you three were in town and I needed to kill your sister. So that's what I did. Or attempted to do."

"So how do I know you're not being controlled right now and really have come back to finish the job? How do I know this demon exists? And what about my brother?"

"You're going to have to trust that I'm not being controlled. And as for your brother, I don't know. The demon told me about him, but didn't give me any special instructions about him." Dean let some of his guard down and sat in a chair by Paul.

"And how are you planning on making this right?"

"I can give you information that will help you save them." Paul was beginning to get anxious. He was wringing his hands and squinting at Dean, almost as though the lights were too bright. "Right now, Lucy is trapped within her own mind. The demon is holding her there. He wanted me to kill her, but when I didn't, he decided that having her weakened would work enough so he could kill her himself."

"I don't think I can trust you." Dean got up and went to the door.

"Wait! There's more I have to tell you!"

Before Dean himself could open the door, it was swung open for him. In the doorway stood a dark haired older man who slightly resembled Mel Gibson.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. My name is David Markson. Have you seen my brother? He wanders off every now and again. Ah, Paul. There you are. Why are you bothering these people? I'm very sorry Mr…."

"Dean."

"Dean. I'm sorry. We were on our way upstairs to see his psychologist when he got away from me. Come on, Paul." Dean could see a sudden change in the man's demeanor. The fear and anxiety left his face. There was nothing. He stood up and faced Dean.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you. He's right. I shouldn't have even come in here. Bye." He turned stiffly and followed the man out the door. Dean wasn't convinced by David's fast talking at all. Just before the door closed, a pair of black sunglasses fell out of David's pocket. He hurriedly reached down and grabbed them before hurrying out of Dean's sight.

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"Lucy?" She knew the voice. It was the same voice of the man who had been screaming. "Luce." She couldn't feel the rain anymore. When slid her eyes open, she saw that she was now lying on the outskirts of the cavern. She had been moved.

"Hey Lucy," the voice said quietly. It finally dawned on her. It was Sam.