"Sam, there was no baby…" Lucy whispered.

For a moment, Sam was quiet. "I know…" He said then and looked at Dean. His brother was also shocked.

"Sam, what are you saying?" Dean approached him carefully. "What does that mean?"

"Dean, it all makes sense now. It's not about the age of the babies. It's when they develop their abilities…The age doesn't matter. It was just a coincidence."

Dean bent over to his brother. "What are you talking about? Your abilities didn't start until a few months ago…" He shook his head.

"Abilities?" Lucy interfered.

"The headaches…the visions…you know…" Dean tried to explain without looking at her. but Lucy only waved her hand dismissively. She wasn't interested in the explanations, Dean supposed.

"It's not important now, Lucy…" Sam whispered. "Just take it as a fact, we'll talk about that later, ok?" Sam still held Lucy's hands tightly in his. "Something else is happening here, something that does not go away with logical explanations. This is bigger than you, than all of us. But we'll fight, ok?" He stood up and briskly walked out of the room.

"Sam?" Dean shouted but his younger brother did not turn. "Sam!"

Finally, he caught up with him. "What is going on here? You know something, right?"

"They all got in the way, even though I don't know why or how Lucy's parents got in the way. Is it because of me?"

Dean shot him a look. "Dude, no! What are you talking about?" He reached out and put his hand on his brother's arm. "Nothing that happened was because of you. It happened because some son of a bitch wanted to play around a bit and had this ridiculous idea of assembling an army of gifted kids." He paused for a moment. "It didn't happen because of you!"

"It's not that, Dean! This time it's not about the yellow-eyed demon. Something else is going on and we have absolutely no idea what it is.

Dean opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh no!" he cried out and jumped down the three steps onto the lawn. Sam followed him until he had reached the door and looked out. Now he saw why Dean was so upset. Someone had thrown a stone onto the windshield and now thousands of little pieces of glass lay shattered around and inside the car.

"What the fuck! Who can do a thing like that?"

"Calm down, Dean, it's only a windshield…" Sam said when Lauren pushed past him.

"Yeah, it was my windshield…" Dean sobbed. But it was only show, Sam noticed.

Lauren walked up to Dean and looked at the broken windshield. She sighed. "People sometimes do that…" she whispered.

"Yeah, people sometimes do that…but isn't she still a beauty?" Dean said with a sly smile.

Lauren cleared her throat as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

"You know, American cars are so the best. Can't understand how people prefer Japanese or European cars… I just love this trusty old Chevy…" Dean said.

Lauren looked at him skeptically. "More like, rusty old Chevy?"

"Hey! Cut it, will you?" Dean snapped. He really loved his car. His father had given him the car and he still remembered that he had been so proud that day. "So what do you drive?" He asked and giggled. "Oh sorry, I forgot, you are too young to drive."

Lauren sneered. "My sister drives a Ford Pinto!"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "A Ford Pinto?" Lauren pointed across the street. There parked a rusty old red Ford, obviously held together by the ropes that were tied around it.

"What a piece of cr…" He said and bit his tongue. "Nice car!" He added and smiled at Lauren. "Guess it's a thrill to drive that."

"Yeah, especially in South America!" Lauren said laughing and turned around to see Lucy and Sam approach them.

"I'd reckon that I could drive this piece of junk through any country when I have my Triple A card with me…" Dean stated.

"Well, then you better not drive through South America. The guys down there don't like this car…You know what Pinto means in their language? Tiny Wiener…"

Dean's face flushed red and he spun around just to crash into his brother.

"Dude!" Sam laughed. He, of course, had heard what Lauren had said.

"Ok, then I wouldn't want to be caught dead driving this piece of crap anywhere, period!" Dean snapped.

"I need to get this fixed…" Dean said, his face still red. Turning to Lauren again, he tried to smile. "Honey, do you know if there's a mechanic around here somewhere?"

"Sure…but they won't help you…" Lauren replied quietly.

Dean clenched his jaws. "Right…didn't think about that." For a moment he was quiet as well. "What about the next town?"

Lauren nodded slowly.

"Ok..let's go!" Dean declared and pulled the keys out of his pocket. He juggled them around for a second or two, then he jammed them into the lock. "Sam, you coming?"

Sam shook his head. "Nah, I guess I'll just stay here…" he said and cocked his head.

"Sure…" Dean smiled. "Save me some dinner, ok?"

"Will do…" Sam smiled back and sighed. Right now he felt so lost that it was hard to watch his brother get into the car and drive away. Now, right now, he needed his older brother more than ever.

Lauren came up next to him. She stood silent for a moment, then she took his hand. "Dean is like Lucy…always watching over the puppies."

Sam turned to look at her. "Yeah, I guess he is." He said, letting out a sigh. "Come on, let's go inside. Don't want you sister worrying about you." Sam tried a smile but Lauren saw right through him.

"It's ok, you know." She said.

Sam looked at her. This poor little thing had gone through so much already, probably as much as he himself had, chasing ghosts and demons all his life, but still, she seemed so strong, so unbelievably strong.

"Lauren?" Lucy sounded worried but not upset, yet Sam looked at her with an apologetic smile. "Come on inside and get cleaned up, ok?"

Lauren nodded and jumped away, leaving Sam standing in the middle of the road all by himself.

He was still looking at Lucy who looked straight back at him, biting her lower lip. Then she waved at him. "Come…" she said and stepped back. Sam hesitated a moment but Lucy waited patiently until the young man began to move towards her. Sam felt his legs move unconsciously and suddenly, he could almost smell her warmth. It felt awkward to approach her so directly, Sam thought, but even more awkward to walk past her. To be so close to her reminded him of the short moment of intimacy they had shared earlier that day.

Lucy didn't look at him but waited until Sam was inside. Then she closed the door. Lauren was nowhere to be seen, so Sam went into the living room and stopped near the window to look out. He fixed his gaze onto the spot where Dean's car was parked only a few minutes ago.

Lost in thoughts as he was, he didn't hear Lucy walk up to him and position herself beside him. She didn't say anything but Sam suddenly noticed that she was there.

Sam did not turn his head. "Sorry…"

"For what?" Lucy said quietly, almost as a whisper.

"I didn't mean to take on you like that earlier. I was…"

"…not making any sense." Lucy laughed. "It's ok, you know. You just wanted to help.."

Sam was quiet for a moment, then he turned and looked at her. "I think that what I do…that it hurts other people."

"But you help! You're helping Lauren…you're helping me…" Lucy said with a low voice.

The young man smiled lopsided but didn't say anything. He gazed into Lucy's eyes and had to fight to suppress a sigh. There was an urging feeling inside him to raise one hand and touch her face but he fought that one down as well.

Suddenly, Lucy turned away. Sam watched her as she walked out of the living room into the kitchen, then he heard Lauren bounding down the stairs again.

Lucy was right, he was not making any sense anymore. Nothing he did was making sense, nothing he said was making sense. He was not making sense anymore. For a moment he closed his eyes and tried to free his mind from all these useless thoughts that chased each other without making any sense, then he breathed in and followed Lucy into the kitchen.