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"You know why he's obsessed with this girl? How?" Dean questioned Sam.

"When he possessed me, I looked into his mind, and saw it. He thought he was being quite clear, and apparently doesn't realize that how he explained it is just like every other one of his not so special 'children',"

"What? You're talking like a screw ball!" Dean shook his head.

"Lucy is not just another one of Yellow Eyes' kids! She is his biological daughter!" They both looked at Lucy/

"What?" She asked, very confused. "You expect me to be the child of a 'demon', one I don't even believe exists? Please." She shook her head and nervously adjusted her pose.

"Lucy it does make sense. After all, it would explain why you are still one of us, and not nine years older." Lucy shook her head furiously.

"No, it doesn't make sense. I'm pretty sure my mother didn't go slutting around with demons, for Christ's' sake!"

"Pretty sure isn't sure, Lucy. Like you said, you don't even know where she is now, so how could you have known where she was before you were born?" Dean tried to get her to believe. "Do you know who your father is?" Lucy thought about that.

"No," she finally said. "But that doesn't mean anything." Just then the front door flew open to reveal a very drunk Mrs. Kain. "Crap!" Lucy whispered. "I forgot about my mother! What time is it?" She looked over at the clock. 11:47 it read. Time had really flown.

"Who is that?" Dean whispered urgently.

"That's my mother. Just hide around the corner, in the kitchen. Hopefully, she'll be too drunk to notice you two." She shoved them around the corner just in time to escape her mother's view.

"Lucy, did you get your flomework dumb?" She sat on the arm of the couch. It took Lucy a second to decipher what her mother had said.

"Uh, yeah, Mom. Nice and easy, just like always. Why don't you go on upstairs, to sleep now?" She waved her hand at Lucy.

"Pwease, Dom't tells me fwhat to goop!" She got up and headed for the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Lucy asked frantically. She motioned to the faucet.

"Water," She said, as her first clear word all night. Lucy stepped between her mother and the doorway.

"Why don't you let me get it for you?" Lucy asked, smiling her sweetest smile. Her mother glared at her suspiciously.

"What are you hiding?" She asked, glancing around the kitchen, thankfully, still out of view of the Winchesters.

"Well, for starters, my love for you!" Lucy proclaimed, giving her mother a big hug, ignoring the unbelievably strong smell of alcohol.

"Huh?" Her mother grunted.

"You see," Lucy explained, desperately grasping at straws. "Mother's Day is this weekend!" She came up with. "And I want to butter you all up for it, even on the days before. Looks like you caught me! Aren't you clever?" Please buy it, please buy it. Lucy and the Winchesters chanted almost simultaneously in their minds. Mrs. Kain shook her finger at Lucy.

"Cwever I am!" She nodded before trudging up the stairs. Lucy sighed I relief. She waved at the brothers.

"You can come out now." They did so. Dean slapped her on the shoulder.

"'Nice on the spot thinking!" He applauded.

"Yeah, it's no wonder that yellow eyed creep wants to get me out of this crap shack," Lucy grumped as she leaned against the doorframe. "I'm sorry you guys had to see that." She apologized. Dean waved it off.

"No biggie. We've both seen our fair share of drunk and disorderly." He said, referring to Sam and himself.

"So I take it you believe us that Yellow Eyes is your father, now?" Sam asked. She nodded.

"Great, now the only thing left is how do we deal with this?" Dean looked between Lucy and Sam.

"We sleep," Lucy relied, in all seriousness. They looked at her as if they had never heard the word before. "What?" Lucy asked them. "I have school tomorrow. I take it you two have a place to stay?" They nodded. "Great. Go there, and lock to door on your way out." She began to trudge up the stairs, when she looked back at them.

"Hey, do you think you could pick me up from school tomorrow?" They gave her a puzzled look. "I know it's a weird question, but my mother won't be up until four P.M. tomorrow, and I really won't feel like walking." They thought about it.

"Of course," Sam told her. "What school do you go to?"

"Attica High School, of course. 2:15, okay?" She asked. They nodded. She smiled and walked up the stairs.

Dean punched Sam in the chest as soon as they had closed the door.

"What the hell was that?" He whisper yelled.

"Ow, man! What do you mean, 'what was that?' That was us doing a nice thing for a girl who is the spawn of a demon and had an alcoholic mother!" Dean seemed to accept this answer and jumped into the car, cranking Metallica to its highest volume.