Owning the rights to Supernatural would be like winning the lottery. But, alas, I do not. No lottery for this girl.

Oh my gumdrops! I think this is the last chapter! It's crazy, isn't it? Wow, it feels like forever ago that I had the idea of writing this story. I am pretty happy with my first story. I think it was a success. Review and let me know! I will post another thing in this story to let you all know when my sequel runs along. Oh, goodness, I love the downfall of stories. I'm giddy! Here goes nothing!

Lucy Kain was alone. Not only was she alone in her mother's house, but she felt totally alone in the world. She was pretty sure she was the only half demon girl whose mother had sold her soul to stop her from going to Hell with her father. Her life was jacked up, and she knew, with her spider senses, that it would only ever seem to get worse. She was sitting on the couch, staring at a blank television, when Dean sat down next to her. She hadn't even heard him come in.

"Whatcha looking at?" He asked, acting interested.

"Absolutely nothing. But I guess that's the beauty of it. If there's nothing at all, there's really nothing to be disappointed about." She sighed.

"Well, that's a load of crap." He said bluntly, surprising Lucy. "If you were waiting at a restaurant, and no food came, wouldn't you be disappointed?" She nodded. "So what are you really trying to look at?"

"I guess my future. I want to know just how much suckier it's going to get."

"Sweetheart, I can pretty much guarantee it will get suckier. But it's not what happens to you. Its how you deal with it." She didn't seem to understand. "Look," He added, trying to make her understand, "I was in a car accident with Sammy and our dad. I was in a coma, sort of, but the others came out practically without a scratch. My father sold his soul to Yellow Eyes to save me, so believe me when I tell you I know how you feel. The point of my tragic life story is to tell you, I bottled up my emotions, and ended up hurting myself more than helping. You've got a great friend. She may not understand what you are going through, but it really does help to get some of it out, at least."

"I still can't believe this is actually my life. I half expect to wake up and see my mom passed out on the stairs. I mean, she's really gone! I'm never going to see her again, because she's in Hell! That should be me!" Lucy looked at Dean with piercing teary eyes.

"Don't do that. It doesn't change anything. It's not worth it."

"You know, I can't decide if the worst part is that she went to Hell for me," She broke her sentence because she began to sob loudly, "Or if it's the fact that I have to see that monster once a year for the rest of my doomed life!" She picked back up. Lucy shoved her face into her hands and let her tears, finally, fall freely. Dean put a comforting hand on her shoulder and she fell into his chest, glad to have someone who knew what she was going through. She just let all her tears fall without fear of judgment. She leaned out of his hold and laughed at herself.

"I'm sorry. I should stop now, or I'm afraid I won't be able to." She got up and headed into the kitchen, followed by Dean. She got a tissue from the box on the counter and wiped her eyes. "Thanks for being my shoulder to cry on." She smiled. "Do you want something to eat? Crying always makes me hungry." She looked in the fridge and pulled out a box of leftover pizza.

"You don't happen to have any bacon cheeseburgers in there, do you?" Dean asked, in all seriousness.

"Sadly, I do not. Do you want to call Sam and just go out to eat?" She looked at the digital clock on her oven. "I was actually supposed to meet Marie at Big Papa's about now. I'm sure she wouldn't mind company. In case you haven't noticed, she's lusting big-time for your brother." Dean laughed at that.

"Believe me, I have noticed. Come on. I'll call Sam." They headed out the door, locking it behind them. Lucy took one last look into the house, making sure her mother was not going to come stumbling down the stairs like she had on many occasions.

"She's not coming." Dean said knowingly. Lucy sighed once again.

"I know. It never hurts to check, though, right?" Dean nodded and Lucy closed the door.

At the diner, Marie jumped up and waved her hands pretty much everywhere they could reach when the three came in. Lucy took one last wipe at her nose. The ride in had been strange, Sam asking if she was okay, and herself snapping at him. "I'm sorry Sam." She later apologized. "I'm just kind of moody. I really do appreciate you asking, though." It had brought Sam back to the time Dean had refused to talk about his feelings. At least she admits to being messed up. Sam thought. She's doing better than Dean was. Lucy sat down next to Marie in the booth. Marie swallowed her in a large hug around her neck, and kissed the top of her head for good measure.

"If I could kiss your heart to make it better, I totally would." She admitted. Lucy also wished she could.

"Thanks Marie."

"So, what are you lovely people eating today?" Marie said sarcastically. "Not that I care. I am so not paying."

"Is this the second meal we have covered for you? Hunting doesn't exactly pay well." Dean replied.

"I'll pay you with my love." Marie added as she slouched in her seat and opened the menu to cover Lucy's and her own face. "How are you, really?" She whispered. "Do not worry; judgment free zone. Beans shall be spilled."

"Honestly? Like my mother sold her soul and went to Hell for me. I think I'm a little broken." Lucy whispered back. Marie tapped Lucy's chest.

"Hello? Anyone in there?" She leaned her ear in. "Oh, I understand perfectly. Thank you for your cooperation." Marie leaned back out. "Your heart says that it is broken, but in time she will be able to accept what happened. And that you should split the chicken Afredo with your best friend. Hey! That's me!" She ruffled Lucy's hair and gave her a quick head hug. "Don't worry babe, you'll survive." She closed the menu and raised her hand. "Waiter?" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Having Marie around was definitely going to help her. There was no doubt about it.

"What can I get you?" Said the waiter, and, personally, looked like he was auditioning for a boy band, not waiting tables at Big Papa's Diner.

"We're going to split the Chicken Alfredo." She pointed at the brothers.

"Bacon cheeseburger," Dean requested.

"Caesar Salad." Was Sam's order.

"It'll be with you as soon as possible." He said, taking their menus.

"So what were you girls whispering about?" Dean asked.

"Our latest bank robbery, what do you think?" Marie asked snidely.

"Please. If that were the case I would not be paying for this meal." Their food came and gone, along with their hunger. But something was still missing from Lucy.

When she mentioned this to Marie, she basically yelled, "Ice cream!" and pulled them all out to the Impala. Reluctantly, Dean drove them to the local ice cream store,

conveniently named Belle's Iced Creams. Marie jumped out and opened the driver's side door dragging Dean out, muttering, "Come on, money bag." and slammed the door with a, "Healing food in no time, babe." to Lucy. There was finally a moment's silence in the vehicle.

"Marie is quite a character. She's like a female Dean, but younger and more caring." Sam observed.

"That she is."

"So, what's going to happen to you?" He didn't have to say that he wanted to know because she was now motherless.

"I'm going to stay with Marie until Social Services can find a relative. If they can, that is." Sam nodded. "You know, I have to say that she left. I have to tell them I woke up one morning to find that she had left. Of course, I'm going to tell them about how she told me that night while she was drunk that she didn't want to deal with me anymore. It just feels wrong to smudge her image like that, seeing what she would do for me. How much she loved me." Tears began to fall from her eyes again. "I'm sorry." She muttered, wiping her eyes.

"You shouldn't be." The doors were thrown open by a very angry Dean and Marie, holding the largest cup of chocolate ice cream anyone had ever laid eyes upon, and two spoons.

"Come on Lu, we're going to wait here for my mom to get us. We can stop back at your house to get your things." Lucy nodded and climbed out of the car.

"Don't call me Lu."

"Luey?" Marie prodded.

"Is it really that hard just so say 'Lucy'?"

"Yes." Lucy walked to Dean's door and pulled it open. She leaned in to give him a hug. He looked a little uncomfortable, but he went with it.

"Thanks for the advice." Lucy told him. She went over to Sam's side. "And thanks for coming." She added after giving Sam a hug. She just about closed the door when she remembered something. "Oh, Sam!" She called, pulling the door back open. "I almost forgot to give this to you." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper with a date on it. May 18, 2012 it read. She handed it to him. "You're going to need this. But promise me one thing."

"I promise." Sam responded curiously.

"Do not open this until this date. If you do, I swear I will hunt you down and smack you silly. Understand?" Sam nodded. "Okay. Keep in touch, guys. I want to be updated on all this Yellow Eyed crap. If you kill him, call me. I'll throw a party." And she closed the door. Marie and Lucy waved at them as they pulled away.

"We just watched a perfect hunk of man drive away." Marie said sadly. "Not Dean, though. He was crabby."

"Maybe it was because you kept using him as a money tree!" Lucy responded defensively.

"That could be it." Marie admitted. When Marie's mother pulled up, they both got into the back seat. Marie's mother, Jane, gave her a very pitying look.

"Lucy, dear, how are you holding up?" She asked.

"I think I'll be okay if I keep this girl around." Lucy relied, poking Marie in the side.

"Good." Jane said and drove off. When they reached Lucy's house, she opened the door and flicked on the lights. So much had occurred here, and she was just going to leave it behind. It felt wrong. There was a visible trace of everything that had occurred in the past few months, but there was hardly a trace of her mother's very existence. Marie had offered to go in with her, but Lucy wanted to say goodbye on her own. She walked past the spot where her mother had been killed, past the spot she had had her first vision, where she had made her first cake, and where she had lost her first tooth in a piece of salt water toffee. Past the spot she had been potty trained, the spot she first realized her mother was not perfect, but she would never give up trying to change that, past the closet she had hid in every single time she played hide and go seek with her mom when she was five. Up the stairs she had gone basket surfing on when she was seven. Past the room that had been her mothers for as long as she could remember, and into the bedroom that had been hers from the moment she first arrived in this house. Words could not express how much she wanted to stay here, despite all the bad things that had happened, because it was a part of her that she didn't want to leave behind. But she packed her bag and left, hoping for the ability to move on. As she left that house, she could here all of the whispers of the past, but was reminded that she needed to make a future, her mother, in Hell, could be proud of.

"Goodbye, Mom." She whispered, and locked the door to her past behind her.

So? Reviews! I know I kind of wrecked the dramatic moment. Whatever. I'll post in here again when I've started the sequel. This is the most important time to review because I need to know from all my readers if the story met your par. It is officially over!

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