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Lucy was standing on a podium, a microphone coming toward her mouth. She was confused, but she knew she had to be there. She was also very nervous. She had not prepared for this moment at all. A man with sandy blond hair dressed in a light gray suit came out onto the stage.

"Welcome to 'Are You Stupid or Not?'" Lucy fixed herself and looked at her opponent on the other side of the stage. He was familiar, but she couldn't place him. She figured it didn't really matter. I was now time to compete. "Meet your contestants, Lucy Kain and the Yellow Eyed Demon!" She stepped back in shock. Now she recognized him. "They have two buttons in front of them. One reads 'stupid' and the other reads 'not'. The Studettes, our handy volunteers, will come out on stage and do something, and they have to say if it's stupid or not. Each correct act will be counted as one point on the scoreboard, and the loser is thrown into the shark pit!"

The audience screamed, "What's the catch?" The sandy haired man smiled.

"The catch is that the sharks are swimming in hot lava! And the loser is slowly lifted down into the lava by a conveyor belt, while being tortured by the winner!" The audience screamed in joy. Lucy wondered how that was even possible, sharks to swim in lava. "Let's begin! Bring out the first Studette!" The audience clapped loudly and a small man in a long purple gown stumbled onto stage.

"I enjoy carving portraits out of pickles." He stuttered with a southern accent. "And I am the creator of soup." Lucy hit the stupid button.

"We have our first move!" The sandy haired man said. He waved a hand at the scoreboard. It showed a video of Lucy hitting the 'stupid' button. "Lucy Kain says it's stupid. What does our opponent say?"

"Not," Shouted Yellow Eyes. "Soup and pickles is a very important part of daily activities. It is not stupid to have invented soup; it provides a lot of nutrition." The scoreboard had an animation of a card flipping over. It read: Not. Lucy was done for.

"It looks like our gutsy first mover was wrong! Don't worry. You still have five minutes to catch up with Yellow Eyes." Suddenly the score changed from 1:0 to 67:0. Lucy's heart rate quickened. She was going to lose. "Bring out the next Studette!" A larger man in a green gown came out this time. He began to Square Dance.

"He doesn't even have a partner!" Lucy shouted. The man then began to pick what appeared to be carrots from the ground. "There's no soil there for plants to grow in!" Lucy hit the 'stupid' button again. Yellow Eyes hit 'not'.

"Square dancing is a valuable form of exercise! Carrots are good for eye sight! Neither of those things are stupid!" The ground beneath Lucy's feet began to move. She was being lowered into a pit of boiling lava, sharks swimming in circles at her feet.

"It looks like we have our loser! And all of us here would like to say a special thanks to you for participating," He smiled evilly. He waved to the crowd.

"Go burn in hell!" They all yelled, pointing and laughing at her. She panicked, turning around and around, looking for a way out, trying to escape her fate. Something tore away at her stomach. She looked down to see a knife in her stomach, being twisted and turned by Yellow Eyes, her father.

"Are you ready to come home, daughter?" He asked, a sickening smile spreading across his face. "We've all missed you so much, in hell."

"This can't be happening," She moaned, trying to get away, but she felt like she was being held down. The knife turned deeper into her stomach.

"I have practiced a lot, just waiting for this moment. Of course, your mother is also going to be a special treat for me. I haven't seen that whore in a while." He pushed her onto the ground. He drew a line down her stomach with the knife, slicing her skin open. And her world closed.

Sam and Dean stood impatiently outside Lucy's operating room.

"What do you think was happening to her?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, Sammy. It could have been anything, from a nightmare to a full on psycho massacre. You don't have any way of knowing until she wakes up." Dean tried to look in the window, but the blinds were closed.

"You don't think Yellow Eyes got to her in her dreams somehow, do you?" Sam had guilt written all over his face.

"Look, Sammy, I don't know what you are blaming yourself for this time, but you have to cut it out. You had no way of knowing. Even if it was Yellow Eyes, he obviously wanted it low profile, so he wouldn't have sent out the bat signal anyway. You had no way of knowing. And no way of stopping it." Sam sighed. Dean was right. But he still felt responsible.

"I just hope she comes out soon." Join the club, Sasquatch. Dean thought. Lucy came out of surgery yet again about a half hour later. The just had to repair the work they had already done, and stop the bleeding. Lucy looked worse than she did before while she was sleeping. But consciousness seemed to bring some of the color back into her eyes.

"I don't know where I am, but I am so never eating soup again." Lucy grumbled when she awoke again. "And you guys are serious bad luck charms. I have been unconscious more this week than I have my entire life before that." Sam knew how she felt.

"What was happening to you?" Sam asked, going full guilt mode again.

"I was dreaming. And there was this game show about stupid people, and some lava sharks. It was all the very strange interworking of my mind. I don't think it was anything to worry about, as long as it doesn't happen again."

"You don't think it was Yellow Eyes, sending us a message, do you?" Dean asked.

"If he was trying to say he wants me to burn in hell, he got the message across very nicely. Now, who do I have to go all demon on to get some freaking pie in here?" Lucy yelled, making Dean very hungry.