Yeah, I don't own Supernatural.

By the time 2:15 rolled around, Sam and Dean were, to Dean's chagrin, waiting outside Attica High School.

"I am so not comfortable being here," Dean said as he hid the side of his face with his arm, and sinking deeper into his seat.

"What's your problem? You were the ultimate bad boy in high school! Every girl was with you, whether or not they thought it was a good idea." Sam glanced out the window looking for Lucy.

"Yeah, that's the problem! I can see all these acne pals giving me the eyeball!" Sam shook his head at his brother. He was definitely unique. Lucy slammed into the door, looking very out of breath, and swung the door open faster than Dean thought 'She' could handle.

"Whoa, Nelly! What's up with you? This baby can only be handled so roughly."

"Just drive." She said as a single tear spilled down her cheek. They looked at her questioningly. "Go! I'll explain as soon as we're out of here." She glanced over her shoulder, looking out the window. Dean started the car and sped off, running over the curb. A set of boys came running at them, looking confused as they pulled away. They got about a mile away from Lucy's school, when Dean pulled over into the parking lot of yet another abandoned building on that street. They both turned to look at her.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Dean asked her, looking very confused. Lucy looked away.

"Just some guys, okay?"

"What did they do to you?" Sam asked, giving her an empathetic look. Lucy had received so many of those looks in the past week that she grew bitter. All those look signified to her was the fact that her life was basically over.

"Nothing!" She pleaded. All she wanted was to go home, and pretend that everything was normal.

"You wouldn't have run away from nothing, Lucy. Just tell us what happened." Lucy looked back at them.

"They were teasing me about, well, I guess my whole life, and so I ran, and they said that if I ran they would catch me. So I got in the car, and we left." Dean seemed okay with this answer, but Sam knew she wasn't being totally honest. He had experience with bullies.

"I know that's not totally true, now is it?" Sam asked. She looked guilty. "Come on, what really happened?" She sighed.

"They came on to me. I turned them down, and they started ragging on my mom, and my whole mental stability issue, so I punched the bigger one, and ran." Dean chuckled.

"Right on!" She glared at him.

"It wasn't fun!" She yelled. "I just couldn't take it anymore! I just can't take any of it any more." She shook her head and turned away, seeing a police officer coming toward them. "Crap!" She whispered.

"What?" Sam asked, not seeing the officer. Lucy pointed out the window.

"See that guy?" They nodded. "That's Detective Rayon. The guy I punched father."

"You hit the son of a cop? That was smooth." Dean muttered, opening his door and getting out. "What can I do for you, officer?"

"Your vehicle was seen pulling away from Attica High School about ten minutes ago. It was also seen driving away with the person that assaulted my son." He glared.

"Yeah? Well, your son is a loser." The cop got really close.

"Don't you talk about my kid that way, ya hear? If you are seen even a mile away from that school, I will lock you up so fast-"

"Hey!" They both turned to see Lucy standing outside the car.

"So you're the little bitch that beat my son!" He said, coming closer to her, hate steaming from his breath. "I'm gonna give you the worst-"

"Shut up." She told him, her eyes flashing yellow. His mouth shut. "Leave it alone. Now go home and give that son of yours a lesson in manners." He walked back to his squad car and pulled away. Lucy gasped, as if she were exhausted. Her eyes flashed back to normal. She leaned on the car, completely tired out. "Oh my God." She said. "I felt him. In my mind. I think he just possessed me!"

"I don't know." Sam said. "I think that just might have been you power. Your demon genes were being activated."

"That's certainly something every fourteen year old girl wants to hear." Lucy sighed as she opened her door. "Where to now?" She asked as they all got into the car.

"First, we need to set some ground rules." Dean turned to her. "One, no getting your demon on in my baby. Two, no more beating up cop kids."

"You're making these up as you go along, aren't you?" She asked.

"Hell yeah."

"So, like I said before, where do we go now?" They thought about that.

"I don't know. What about you, Sammy?"

"I say research. We need to know as much about your situation," he motioned at Lucy, "as possible. We don't want to jump in blind."

"Library it is," Dean proclaimed, and started up the car.

"Perfect!" Lucy spoke. "I have a paper on the Dust Bowl to write anyway." And they all rode off onto the main road.