Boo! I don't own Supernatural!

I'm all excited about this story! I have this huge plot; I just have to put it into words. I have actually been plotting a sequel of sorts… It may take place after season 7…? Oh! And how was the finale, right? Dean in hell again? Imagine that. Hmm... I'm just anxiously waiting season 8. I'm also nervous. I mean, how many seasons left? Let's pray for lots! Anyway, here we go! Enjoy! Reviews, reviews, reviews!

Lucy and Marie went to the movies first. They saw a classic love story. Who would have guessed that she would fall in love with the best friend?

"That is a plot that will never get old. But believe me, Lucy, you are so not my soul mate." Marie said as they walked out of the theater. Well, Marie walked and Lucy limped with an arm over her wound, earning her many strange looks. The man at the ticket counter actually asked if she needed any assistance when she nearly doubled over after laughing. "Don't worry about her. She just got out of the hospital. She was shot by her crazy stalker. Can you really blame her? She's just so darn pretty." Marie flicked Lucy's curl to the side and strutted off, tickets in hand. The man stood there in awe. While exiting the theater, Marie slipped her arm under Lucy's shoulders and helped her walk out the door. They walked down the street and got a seat at Big Papa's Diner, a local favorite.

"What do you say? Do you want to call in the Calvary?" Marie asked, referring to the Winchesters.

"Nah. I would rather have this time to us." Lucy said.

"I don't have any money." Marie added blandly.

"I'll call them." Lucy's conversation with Dean had gone as she expected. He was shocked to have the invitation, until Lucy pointed out that they had ran out of money. They were on their way. "They're coming," Lucy said as she hung up her cell phone.

"Great. Now, I need you to explain something to me." Lucy nodded. She knew she would tell her anything. "Why is it that your 'family friends' are willing to come to your every need? They were at the door every time I say you at the hospital. I know it's more than that, so please explain this to me." That was a tough one to explain.

"Wow, Marie, you know I would never lie to you. I never have; so I'm not going to start now. But promise me you'll believe me. No matter how crazy it sounds to you, know it's the truth." Marie nodded.

"Of course. No matter how crazy."

"Okay," Lucy got ready to explain this. "Do you know anything about my father?" And Lucy told Marie everything from her visions to her yellow eyed father. Her psycho librarian was her favorite.

"Her name was Betsy Lou? Legit?" Lucy laughed.

"That was her name!" And by the time the Winchesters were there Marie was neck-deep in this demon business and seeing Sam, her self proclaimed lover, in a whole new light. She was now in the presence of a superhero! "Guys," Lucy said as they sat down, Sam and Marie on one side, Dean and Lucy on the other, "Marie knows. Everything."

"Why?" Was Dean and Sam's first question.

"Because she's my best friend and knows when something's up with me! It's okay; she's cool with it."

"More than cool," Marie said as her stare at Sam became a whole new level of creepy. "Oh," Marie added, snapping back to reality, "And I have some juicy details about Lucy's father, if anyone is interested." That got Sam's attention. "But first, I think you have something to tell Lucy. She heard you talking at the hospital and wants to know what it is you were going to tell her 'in the morning'." This reminded Dean of the night Lucy had had her nightmare. He learned some things about her past from Eleanor Kain and was going to tell, but it slipped his mind.

"I was going to say something, but things got so crazy I just forgot."

"That's okay, Dean. Just tell me now."

"I talked to your mother. She said that she used to go to this place where you could drink demon blood, in exchange for letting them use your body for a part time vessel." Lucy's eyes widened. "She said that a demon used her body to seduce Azazel, Yellow Eyes. The demon was going to use that weakness, if it worked. It didn't. It just got Eleanor pregnant with you. That's pretty much where the story ends. All except that, while she was pregnant, Yellow Eyes would tell her that you were going to fulfill his prophecy. You were destined to rule Hell after the fall of Lucifer." Lucy was stunned. Her eyes were half way out of her head and she was speechless. Such a little speech could have such a large effect.

"Okay," Lucy said when she could speak again, "Marie, it's your turn. I would prefer to just pile all this crap on at once; it's easier to deal that way."

"Oh, well, my mom always talks about how moody your mother was during the pregnancy. She said that one time she saw her push a guy half way across a room. And that sometimes it would look like her eyes were yellow when she got angry. She also drank these really weird red smoothies, which I am now assuming was Demon Blood a la Mode." Marie sighed. Lucy's life really could get harder. She got up from her seat, pulled Dean from the booth and wrapped her arms around her best friend. "Just know, all this stuff doesn't change that you are the sweetest, most caring person I have ever met. Besides Eliza. And I don't think you would ever hurt anything bigger than a fly." This earned a grateful giggle from Lucy. Good, she's smiling again. Marie thought.

"You guys don't think that my mother still goes there, do you?" Lucy asked, her voice barely becoming a squeak. No one could answer.

Later, at the Kain residence, Lucy was alone in her room. Marie was taking a shower. Lucy was startled as her mother stumbled into her room, eyes looking crazed.

"Mom! Are you okay?" Lucy asked. She had seen her mother drunk many times, but she had never looked like this. It was almost painful to witness.

"They cut me off, baby." Eleanor mumbled. "I need you to understand, I have to do this. Please understand. I can't deal without it."

"Without what, mom?" Lucy asked, reaching out a comforting hand to her mother. Her mother snatched her hand and whipped out a pocket knife. Lucy went into a panic. "What are you doing? Just put the knife down!" Her mother licked her lips crazily and dug the knife deep into her wrist. A blood curtailing scream escaped from Lucy's lips. She pulled out her phone and called Dean, now on her emergency contacts. Mrs. Kain knocked the phone out of her hand. Marie ran into the room, towel wrapped loosely around her body. She saw what was happening and rushed forward; trying to pry Eleanor off Lucy's wrist, as she had began drinking the blood rushing from her wrist. It was no use. Nothing could get her off.

Dean heard the fight occurring on the other side of the line.

"Lucy?" He asked. "Lucy?" he began to frantically yell. "Hello?"

No answer.