All I want for Christmas is Supernatural, Supernatural, Supernatural, all I want for- oh, it's never going to happen? Alright, then.

Hey! I know that last chapter was short, but it was an 85 degree day, and the lake was calling my name. Don't blame me. Blame the lake.

"I'm afraid visiting hours are over now. You guys are going to have to leave now." The nurse called from the doorway. Lucy looked sad. She really didn't want to be alone in a time like this. She knew she was wide open for Yellow Eyes' taking. The Winchesters were apparently thinking the same thing.

"Can they stay in the room tonight?" Lucy asked with begging eyes. The nurse gave her a pitying look.

"I'm sorry, hon. It's against regulation." Lucy sighed. She knew the nurse from when she had been in the hospital before.

"They were the only ones who believed I wasn't crazy. Please, just let them stay." Lucy begged, tears welling up in her eyes. The nurse believed it.

"Okay, but no one knows. And I was never here." The nurse backed out of the door and closed it quietly. The tears automatically dried up.

"Thank you mom for making me good at lying." She said just loud enough for Dean to hear. He gave a slight chuckle. Lying is a good thing to be good at. He thought to himself, remembering all the times it had gotten him out of jams. "Mom," Lucy said to her mother, who was passed out on the floor. "You should go home and get some sleep."

"Not without you, baby." She said with a sleepy slur.

"You know I can't leave. But you should go. You are going to pull something if you stay there all night, and I don't need you whiney." Lucy said lovingly. "Please go. I'll be fine here with Sam and Dean." She thought about that and decided she was right.

"Okay baby. But I'll be here first thing in the morning. Don't you even think about waking up before I get back." She kissed her forehead and walked toward the door.

"Mom?" Lucy asked before she left.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Don't fall asleep. We don't need another hospital bill." Her mom smiled at that.

"I won't. I love you." Lucy got all warm on the inside before her mom exited the room.

"Okay, now that our funny bones have been sufficiently tickled, it's time for you to go to bed." Dean said with a strangely parenting tone. "We'll stay here and keep watch." Lucy laughed.

"I'm not sure how well I'll sleep with a couple of men watching me," Lucy said jokingly.

"Don't worry. We won't creep." Dean said. It was all very sweet to Lucy. The two demon hunters there to watch her, to make sure Yellow Eyes (A.K.A. her father) didn't get her again. Because only God knew who else he had recruited. She closed her eyes and rolled over on her back. A happy sigh escaped her lips and she drifted off into slumber. But not for long. She was awakened by Sam and Dean's hushed conversation.

"So, I guess that's the whole story." Dean said. "Now all we need to figure out is what to do with this information."

"We should tell her," Sam said, rational as always. "She needs to know this."

"We don't know how she's going to react. She could go all Yellow Eyed on our asses again!"

"Dean, she has a right to know!" Dean sighed.

"Okay. We'll tell her tomorrow. But not now, she needs her sleep. She got shot with the flames of Hell, remember?" Sam laughed.

"Okay." Sam sat back down on the window sill and closed his eyes. Lucy did too. And she almost got a good night sleep. Almost. Sam was awakened by the sound of moaning. He looked up to see Lucy tossing and turning, which was not very good for her broken rib or her bullet wound. He reached up to hold her down.

"Lucy, wake up, Lucy!" Sam desperately yelled as he tried to stop her from moving, or hurting herself any further. "Dean! I need some help here!" She wouldn't wake up. Nothing would work. She was down near crying, but she just would not wake up.

"What the hell, Sammy?" Dean asked, rubbing his neck. He caught on pretty quickly. She was tossing and turning, and her stitches were coming undone.

"I think we need to get the doctors in here," Sam said, not having a clue how to deal with this. "Find the button!"

"I'm looking, promise!" Dean yelled. He found the nurse call button and hit it, about eight times. The nurse came in looking very out of breath. She was about to ask what was going on, but saw and quickly went into nurse mode.

"How did this happen?" She asked.

"We don't know. She was just like this."

"We need to get her into surgery now!"

Okay! Reviews! I would also like to know how I am doing capturing the Winchesters. They are kind of a hard code to crack.