Sam wiped away the sweat. This day until now had been one of the hardest he had ever had in his life. The vision had left him rattled and worried but the look on Lucy's face had made it worse. She seemed so lost and frightened that he could understand why she was so upset. What had happened here – what was still happening here, was more than out of the ordinary and more than what a human being could possibly take. Still, Sam wondered why Lauren seemed so unperturbed about what went on. Maybe it was because she was only a child. Children were able to deal with certain things better than adults but still, he felt eternally sorry for what had happened to her. To both.

Lucy remained standing next to the window, looking at her younger sister who had begun to draw with crayons on the table. Lucy didn't say anything. She was tired.

Sam glanced at his older brother and Dean looked back at him. Dean knew what the other one was thinking, he knew it very well. Sam had seen either Lauren or Lucy in his vision. So it was even worse than Dean had thought in the beginning. Lucy or Lauren were involved in this, by accident or as the initiators of all of this. He couldn't possibly know for sure. When he now gave his brother another – questioning this time – look, Sam's reply was a sad one. Dean's best guess now was that the girls didn't start all this. Sam's reaction would have been a different one.

"So…Lucy…what do you do for a living?" Dean asked to keep at least some kind of conversation going. He knew that he needed her in a good mood. She was cooperative but he felt that Lucy was slipping away from them.

The young woman looked at him with her jaw set in a tight line. "Ah…well…right now? Nothing, at least not now, not anymore. I studied English and American literature at UCLA until 3 years ago and then moved back home." She said quietly and without much interest.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me…" Dean said and leant back. "Literature?"

"Yeah…you think something wrong with that?" Lucy retorted.

"Nah, nah…just checking back…" Dean said smiling. "Literature…like with books and stuff like that? Shakespeare and what-was-his-name-again?"

Lucy tried to make a funny face but after a second she couldn't keep in the smile. "I take it you have no clue what you're talking about…"

Sam didn't say anything. He was tired and didn't feel like complaining about his brothers' non-existent sense of anything.

Lucy smiled her sad smile again. "I really enjoyed studying. It was something…new. But then these things happened and Lauren called me almost on a daily basis. So I came back home…after I finished. My parents made me stay in LA and finish. So I left the day before the big party. Got the papers and left. Lucy needed me." She smiled a lopsided smile which wasn't very convincing. "I should have been home earlier. Maybe I could have stopped it."

Now Sam cleared his throat. "You couldn't have done anything to prevent this. Supernatural things happen without further notice and usually, the demons don't care which people get involved. And people who don't understand sometimes do things that are wrong. You couldn't have done anything, Lucy. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about."

Lucy focussed on him. Sam sat on the windowsill beside her and bit his lower lip. He didn't look her in the eyes, his gaze was turned downwards. His black hair hung in front of his eyes and for a moment, Lucy got the impression of a young boy who had lost everything. Suddenly she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She put both hands to her face to hide the tears but everyone in the room saw them. Lauren remained seated but her face clearly displayed her worry. She must have seen her sister cry often lately, Dean thought.

Lucy's knees gave way and she sank down to the ground. "It's ok, pumpkin head. Keep drawing." She said through her hands. Lauren nodded silently, but brushed together her crayons and left the room with the papers and the crayons in her hand. Dean watched her walk up the stairs and then close the door to her room behind her.

Lucy didn't seem to notice. She kept staring into her hands, trying hard to hold back the tears.

Dean worked hard not to stare at her when he noticed the newspaper on the table. The big headline was a report on the four people that got injured in the Hawkings' backyard. All of them had been comatose for the past weeks but now, one them woke up and that man claimed that he had seen Lauren before these horrible things happened to him.

'Never believe these reporters…' he thought to himself but he had to suppress a sigh. Things were looking bad right now, really bad. If the police – and they were likely to – believed this men, they would come and take both Lucy and Lauren with them, lock them up and maybe sentence the child to death for having murdered her parents and attacked these four men.

"Sam?" Dean now whispered and stood up. He moved away from the couch and walked out of the living room. Sam got up as well and followed quietly.

"Can you please tell me what was going on there in the kitchen? What did you see? Guess it's time to let me know, don't you think?"

Sam tilted his head and bit his lower lip. After a moment he raised his head and looked his brother in the eye. "I saw them burn…"

Dean's eyes widened. "What? Who?" For a moment, he had to fight the urge to turn around and check that Lauren and Lucy were not on fire.

"I'm not sure. There were 4 children, and someone else…Lauren or Lucy…I felt them but I can't say for sure." Sam's voice came only as a whisper.

"Burn? What do you mean by…burn?" Dean's eyes widened. "You mean like…really burn?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "I felt the heat…and I smelled the burnt flesh."

Dean breathed in and out. "So, how much time do we have?"

"I'm not sure…not much, I guess." He sighed. "All I can say is that something really bad is about to happen here…" Looking back into the living room, his heart missed a few beats when he saw Lucy crouched against the wall, head held in her hands, sobbing. All the strength she had been showing before seemed to have drained out of her body.

"All I know is that we have to do something…soon!"

"I know. And we'll find a way. We always did."

Sam looked at his older brother and found a reassuring smile in his eyes.

"As soon as the police station closes up, we'll go and have a look."

"Did you…"

"Yes, I think I found a clue…" Dean didn't let Sam finish. He knew that he would only start to ask questions and right now it was not the right time for that.

When they returned, Sam moved over to Lucy and sat down in front of her.

"Lucy, I know it's hard but I need you to be honest with me, ok?" Sam took both of her hands into his and looked into her eyes. "You know, when your mother died, do you remember anything else? I mean…" He had to pause for a moment. "I mean, did you know that your parents had another baby?"

Lucy face twisted. "What?"

Dean rolled his eyes but he knew that restraining words would not work now.

"A 6 months old baby?" Sam repeated, his voice maybe a little too harsh. "Please, Lucy. Look, I'm sorry. It's just, from what you've described, there must have been a baby." He looked down. "I was 6 months old when the demon killed my mother…"

"Sam…I didn't know…but why do you keep talking about a demon? Lauren's not possessed…" She began to cry.

"No, Lucy, it's not Lauren. We think it's a demon…well…at least one."

"What?" She backed away a little but Sam held on to her hands. She tried to struggle but Sam held her back. "A demon? What are you talking about?" There was a fearful edge to her voice.

"Please, listen to me. From what we have learned so far, this demon only kills to get a 6 months old ba…" Suddenly, Sam stopped. He turned all pale. The air suddenly seemed to thicken around him and he found it hard to breathe. Jessica was killed by the same demon that killed his mother and that probably killed Lucy's and Lauren's mother. But Jessica didn't have a 6 months year old child. Now he remembered what the demon had said the day they had faced him. He had said that he had to kill Mary and Jessica because they had gotten in the way. Sam hadn't understood then, but right in this moment, the other thing the demon had said – that he was collecting special children like Sam – made complete sense. So either Lauren or Lucy were special. It took a while for his mind to wrap around this revelation and soon he noticed that he had let go of Lucy's hand. He saw her frightened face when she stared at him.