Supernatural is not a thing of my creation!

Sam was the first to come to. He stopped acting as if he was being stabbed in the mind about five minutes later, and about one after he became conscious again, he realized what had happened.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch her suffer from my mind's recoil?" He said frantically, and Lucy continued to shriek and groan in pain. "If she doesn't stop soon, someone's going to hear and think we're hurting her! We really don't need any more accusations about us right now. We have enough to deal with, Yellow Eyes being on our trail and all." He paced across the room.

"Sam, people are going to come asking what's up just because you're freakish body is shaking the house!" Dean said sarcastically, attempting to calm his brother. As he said this, Lucy opened her eyes and started the slow process of recovering from the visions.

"What was that all about? Who tazed me?" Lucy asked, shaking her head as if there were water in her ears.

"I'm so sorry, Lucy. I didn't mean for this to happen to you." Sam pleaded, helping her up to her feet, and sitting her on a stool.

"You didn't mean for what to happen? Who are you?" And, ever so slowly, recognition began to register upon her face. "Oh crap. You're crazy too, right?"

"No. Lucy, you had a vision. And I had a vision. But you got your vision by touching me in my vision." Sam explained, quite poorly.

"Tandem visions!" Dean nodded his head at them.

"What are you talking about?" Sam started to talk about visions again, but she stopped him. "Start from the beginning, somewhere I can start to understand from." Sam thought for a moment, and then seemed to have decided upon a place to start.

"You were abducted by a demon, which has yellow eyes. He went around poisoning kids with his blood, so he could create some sort of psychics' army or something, and you were one of them. I was too. I get visions, and I think you might, too."

"You get visions of what?" Lucy asked, not quite believing their whole story.

"Yellow Eye's other children." Sam prodded on.

"And I'm one of them?" Lucy thought about that. She knew it didn't make sense. But her gut told her it was true, so… "How do I know you're not just screwed in the head, like me?" Lucy asked, not so convinced they were. They thought about that.

"I think you know we're not. Your gut is telling you that you can trust us. Go with it." Dean came through.

"Okay," Lucy spoke, "Here's the deal. I'm going to go to the bathroom. And, against my better judgment, leave you alone in my house. When I come back, we will talk about this crazy demon crap. I will actively take part in a conversation very bad for my mental stability. If you two steal anything, or even move from those spots, I will duct tape you together and lock you in my mother's closet. Understood?" Suddenly strangely intimidated, the brothers agreed, and Lucy walked up the stairs.

"She's a scary fourteen-year-old." Dean said.

"She's been through a lot," Sam defended.

"We went through a lot. We weren't like that at fourteen!" Dean argued.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"You know, there is one thing that bothers me about this whole situation." Dean confided in Sam.

"What?"

"I thought all of Yellow Eyes' kids were turned at the same age. She's only fourteen. You're twenty-three." That puzzled Sam also.

"You know, that is a good point. Why is she one of us? Yellow Eyes would have turned her nine years later. Why the gap?"

"I'm still working on it," Dean replied, looking very in thought. Then a look of recognition passed through him. "You know, what if-" Dean was cut off by a scream that emerged from up the stairs, where Lucy had gone.

They looked at each other, as if weighing the risks of Lucy's threat. They took off toward the staircase.

Lucy got up the stairs and turned into the bathroom. She flicked on the lights and closed the door. She sighed and leaned against the sink. Everything she had just heard was so very, very insane that she was beginning to believe in her own sanity again.

Yellow Eyed demons? Psychics? It was all the talk of a person very much in need of medication. Out of no where, the lights began to flicker.

"That stupid freaking fuse box!" Lucy yelled as she slammed her hands onto the sink. The lights went out all together. "Didn't my mother pay the electricity bill?" Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin and the lights turned on, the toilet flushed, and the water ran all at once.

"What the-" Lucy stopped mid sentence as she looked into the mirror, and her eyes were yellow. The same color yellow as the man who had kidnapped her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, and wished she could run, but her legs were rooted on the rug and her eyes were glued to her reflection.

"You ran once," a voice rang through her head, "but you can't run now. You can't run from yourself"