Supernatural is not mine, and most likely never will be.

Dean busted open the door about a half second before Sam reached for it. Lucy was standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection in horror.

"What do you mean, 'I can't run from myself?' What do you want?" Lucy was yelling at the ceiling when they found her. She turned her head towards Sam and Dean, and they knew why she had been so terrified of her reflection. Because, looking at Sam and Dean were not the forest green eyes of the Lucy they knew, but the eyes of the Yellow Eyed demon they had grown to hate so intensely. As sudden as her eyes had turned, they turned back. When they lay upon Sam and Dean, they flashed right back to Lucy's sweet ember greens. And like a chain reaction of sorts, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground.

Sam lifted her from where she lay on the ground and carried her down to the stairs to the couch. She looked so peaceful lying there, the brothers almost forgot all about the way she had looked before. They both had a hard time believing that what they had just seen actually happened.

"What the hell," Dean spoke up first, "was that?" Sam only shook his head. "That was some freaky crap that just happened! Who was she yelling too, anyway? I didn't see anyone! But then again, that doesn't always mean something." Sam looked up at him with guilt ridden eyes.

"That was what I saw." Sam told Dean. "When I had my vision, this was what I saw. I saw Lucy's eyes turn yellow, and Yellow Eyes talking to her. Telling her that he was her blood and no matter how far she went, she would never get away."

"Dude, this isn't your fault! You couldn't have known when this was going to go down. Don't blame yourself." Dean told him in all sincerity.

"I could have warned her! And you! But I just pretended this never happened. I should have known that was not the way to go." Sam looked back down.

"It's not like she would have believed you! She was convinced we were as crazy as she is." Sam rolled his eyes at her.

"This still doesn't make sense to me. Why is he paying so much attention to her?"

"Aww, is someone getting jealous that he isn't the big demon's prized psycho anymore?" Dean teased.

"Shut up. You know that's not what I mean." Dean laughed.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." A little while later Lucy began to wake up.

"Come on. Give it up. Which one of you has the taser?" She held her head and groaned. They both rushed to her side and asked her pointless questions like, 'Are you okay?' or 'How many fingers am I holding up?' "None, and, how do you think I am? You're the other freaky psychic in this room." Sam nodded.

"So you remember everything?" He asked.

"Yeah, and WTF, guys. Why is this yellow eyed freak coming after me? Aren't there others he can pick on?"

"Yeah, but you seem to be his favorite toy." Dean said a little harshly.

"Great." Lucy got up and walked into the kitchen. "Do you guys want anything to drink?" She asked as she opened the refrigerator door. "Apparently falling unconscious twice within the same hour gives you serious dry mouth." The boys heard the crash of glass falling to the ground, and came rushing into the kitchen. They walked in to find Lucy staring at the wall. There was writing on it, and it appeared to be written in blood.

You can't escape me.

"How did that get there?" Lucy yelled with a shrill tone in her voice. "That is going to be impossible to clean off." Sam turned to them, and the others saw that he had a blurry glaze covering his eyes.

"I am your blood. I am everything that makes you unique. I line your bones and I fill your mind. You can't just run away, like you did in the woods. It's not that easy to run from your family." Sam's eyes cleared and he got a little wobbly, but he caught himself in time to keep from falling. He looked very confused, but at the same time, very alert.

"Guys," he said, looking very scared, "I think I figured out why he keeps hanging around here."

I know it was short, but it has the very necessary cliff hanger :D The story is finally beginning to lift off… Hold on guys.