This is my disclaimer. I don't own Supernatural.

Are you guys ready for this? I am so excited! I think I'm going to finish this story soon, but I have been plotting at least two more sequels. I was bit by the plot monster. I wanted to include one of these into this story, but the change would have been so big, and I felt like the change was too sudden for this story. I'm on chapter 16! Eek! Okay, I'm going to tie in my sequels with this story, so if you have questions after this, I probably won't end with this chapter, and open ends will most likely be tied in with my other stories! But, questions may be answered with reviews, so, review!

Dean's heart beat increased as he listened in on the phone line. There was screaming and the sound of a fight, and then there was silence. The phone line went dead. "Lucy?" He yelled frantically into the phone, even though he knew it was no use. "Hello?"

"What's going on? What happened?" Sam asked, becoming as frantic as Dean, seeing the look on his brother's face.

"I don't know. I got a call and heard screaming." Dean almost whispered.

"We have to get over there, now!" He almost pulled his brother out to the car, even though Dean was running too. Dean hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine, barely bothering to pull fully away from the curb. Their skid marks were left right outside their door.

Lucy could feel the life draining out of her as her mother's warm lips clenched around her wrist. Marie was screaming and crying so loudly, pulling and pushing at Eleanor, trying to get her off of her best friend. A single tear slid down Lucy's cheek. She didn't have enough strength to use any of her demon powers against her mother. And she wouldn't want to. Even after everything that Mrs. Kain had done, she new the only way to stop her now was to kill her, and she couldn't kill her own mother. A bright light flashed in front of her eyes. This is it, thought Lucy. I'm finally dead. I kind of wish I had lived longer. Oh well. There's no changing that now. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes. She saw a vision when she closed her eyes; a woman dressed in white, with long blonde hair and the fairest skin she had never seen.

"Are you my reaper?" Lucy asked groggily.

"I'm not your reaper. Now wake up, dumbass. I can't have you dying just yet. We have plans later." Her face was illuminated like a halo, but her blunt attitude threw Lucy off.

"What kind of plans?" Lucy asked.

"Just wake up!" She bent down and touched a finger to forehead, and Lucy's eyes snapped back open, to get a very close up image of Sam shaking her ferociously.

"Please, just wake up Lucy!" He was yelling into her face. His eyebrows were furrowed and she saw Marie behind him, her face as red as ever.

"Back off! I was only out for a minute, wasn't I?" Lucy yelled, pushing Sam away. He leaned back gladly and let out a lot of air. Marie rushed up and smothered Lucy in a hug.

"Your mother is a psycho! Remember last year when I asked you to move in? When your mother hit you when she was drunk? I am asking it again!"

"I am seriously considering it." Lucy replied whole heartedly.

"Okay, now that you're alive, what the hell happened? We walked in here and your own mother was snacking on you! We knocked her out, but I think we should tie her up or something." Dean nudged Eleanor with his boot. Eleanor was lying on the ground about two feet from Lucy. Lucy shrugged.

"I was sitting in here, waiting for Marie to get out of the shower, and my mother walked in with psycho eyes. I asked what was up, and she said that 'they had cut her off'. I asked what she was talking about, but she just kept asking me to understand that she 'needed it'. I reached out to comfort her and she grabbed me, cut me and slurped away. Marie rushed out in her towel, by the way, you should get dressed," Marie blushed and nodded in agreement, "I dialed you but she shoved the phone out of my reach. I couldn't get to it. I sort of passed out, and now we're here." The brothers nodded.

"I'm going to go tie up psycho mom here," Dean said, slinging Eleanor over his shoulder, "And you should get yourself patched up. Again." He started walking back down the stairs. "That girl is the most danger prone person I have ever seen." He muttered as he walked away. They all laughed in agreement at that.

"Where are your first aid supplies? I can patch you up." Sam said.

"They're in the bathroom. Come on, I'll show you. Marie, you can get dressed in here." Lucy led Sam down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the closet door and pulled out a first aid kit. "Here you go. I would do it, but I don't know how." She laughed at herself.

"I'm glad you have the ability to admit defeat." Sam said to her. "I don't think it's physically possible for Dean. Maybe not even me."

"You just did," Lucy said, smiling up at this giant. Lucy was not a small girl, she was 5'9" and broad, but Sam still made her feel small, which was a rare quality. Lucy peeled her hand off her bloodied wrist and cringed at the feeling. "This is nasty. It's worse than getting shot. I was unconscious for all of that." He laughed at her. He pulled her arm toward himself and over to the sink. He ran the cold water and placed her wrist under it. She shut her eyes tight. Sam suddenly felt kind of guilty for this, but knew it had to be done. He dried her with a white towel and wrapped the gauze around her wound. He pinned it with the pins in the box and she opened her eyes again. She let out a gasp of air and smiled. "Thanks for that. I'm sorry, I'm a huge wimp."

"Not even close." Sam smiled and left the bathroom. Marie appeared from around the corner.

"Was it just me or did that feel a little angsty?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Lucy. She laughed.

"You're crazy." But Lucy couldn't deny she felt something when she was with Sam. "He's like nine years older than me. It's creepy that you even think that." And it was, but Lucy couldn't deny it; she was developing a little crush.

"Oh my lord," Marie gasped, "Finally, someone that wants his body as much as I do." They linked arms and walked down the stairs to the living room, where Dean had tied up her mother. In the middle of the room was Eleanor, who was bound to a chair. Lucy frowned and plopped down on the couch with Marie.

"Why can't I come from a normal family, where my father is not a demon and my mother is not a blood junkie?" She thought out loud.

"Because then you wouldn't be my best friend." Was Marie's reply. Lucy got back up from the couch and went over to examine her mother. She laid a single, cautious hand on her shoulder. And then her mind was swept up with pain. Lucy moaned and groaned, holding her head, trying to get the feeling out. Sam rushed to her side, but before his hand made contact, Dean pushed her aside.

"We are not going to have tandem visions again, so just leave it. Marie, hold her down. We do not need her stitched ripping open again." Marie rushed down to help her friend, but could not get a proper grip.

"I can't get her, she won't hold still long enough!" Marie shouted, pleading for help. Dean bent down and also began holding her still to the floor. She was still twitching and groaning, but they got a grip tight enough. When she came out of it, she was in a panic.

"He's coming." Was all she said, when the lights began to flicker.

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