Sadly, the show Supernatural did not spring from the loins of my mind, as much as I would have liked it to.
"Lucy, what was coming for you?" Dean asked, worry in his voice.
"I don't know. But it opened my window and took me to this cabin in the woods where it locked me in this dark room with him, and he told me I was special. That I was his child. His blood." She lifted her arm to show them. "He cut me to prove it." There was a white bandage taped to her arm. She could see their faces sadden.
"Well, anyway, I kicked him in the junk and ran. The whole time I was running, I could feel his eyes on me." She clicked on something on her computer. Dean couldn't see what it was, but her face changed when she saw it. She looked up at them urgently. "But then again, you don't care, do you? It's not like you're real reporters."
"What are you talking about? Of course we are!" Sam said, trying to save their cover.
"Oh, please. I'm not stupid." She turned her computer around so they could see the screen. It was the Wikipedia page for Kansas. "Phil Ehart is the drummer and Richard Williams is the guitarist. Now tell me who you are and what you want or I'm going to call the cops!" Sam put up his hands, trying to calm her down.
"Lucy, we're just here to help. I promise."
"Help?" Lucy sounded hysterical. "Help me how? Diagnose my level of insanity? Or did you come all this way just to see a real crazy chick? Do you know how many people have?" Dean looked over at Sam and rolled his eyes. "Twelve! Twelve people coming and asking what was wrong with me!"
"Okay!" Dean began to explain. "My real name is Dean Winchester. This is my brother Sam. We came here, not because we want to see a 'real crazy chick', believe me, we've seen enough of those to last a lifetime," Dean glanced at Sam and chuckled, "but because we don't think you're crazy. We think you are 'special', just like my brother Sammy here." He looked over and patted Sam's shoulder. As he did that was when they finally seemed to notice Sam had closed his eyes and begun moaning. He bent down to his knees and held his head.
"What's wrong with him?"Lucy asked Dean, a worried, and half sane, look beginning to reappear in her eyes.
"Just help me get him up." Dean growled as he bent to grab his arm.
Lucy got up and held onto Sam's other arm. But, as she did so, a flash of hot pain struck her mind. She began gasping and clenching her head, much as Sam had.
Dean looked down at them as they rolled around on the ground in pain. He knew there was not much he could do, except wait out heir psychic episode.
"I guess there's a psychic party I wasn't invited to," Dean muttered to himself, kneeling between the two, registering as much aid as he could.
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