Just moving this along. I think season 1 will be pretty easy to cover. I'm a bit unsure about season 2 and 3, but after that it should be fun! I kinda LOVE writing this, I don't even care if people don't like it haha! Plus I have A LOT of time to write, considering it's my senior year and I go from 6:45-11:45 am. It. Is. Wonderful.

Disclaimer: I only own Lucy!

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Chapter 4
Mama Winchester

We were still here. We were still at the old house. Even after we had given it the "all clear", Sammy remained insistent that this wasn't quite over. Dean, however, was on the opposing side. He felt that we had done everything we could and that blinding light signaled the end of it. Me? Honestly, I wasn't too sure either. Something felt…wrong. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. My brothers and I ultimately stayed for the night, parking just outside the house to keep a close watch for anything strange throughout the night. I was trying not to let my exhaustion overcome me, but it was difficult and rather boring just staring at this dark house.

"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doing here?" Dean sighed from the driver's seat. I leaned my head on his shoulder, attempting to keep my eyes open.

"I just…I still have a bad feeling," Sam said intently.

"It doesn't feel like this is over to me," I added, now resting my eyes.

"Exactly."

"Why?" Dean questioned tiredly. "Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing. The house should be clean."

"Yeah, probably," Sam assured. "But I just want to make sure. That's all."

"Yeah well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now," Dean retorted, resting his head against the top of mine.

"It's just one night; get over it, you big baby," I smirked. Dean nudged me painfully in the side. Sam ignored us, focusing more fixedly on the house. I poked one eye open and noticed his expression had become more alarmed.

"Guys!" Sam exclaimed, jumping out of the car and bolting towards the house. Looking up, I saw Jenny on the top floor, screaming and frantically banging on the window.

"Oh my god!" I cried. Dean and I hastily followed our brother.

"You two grab the kids, I've got Jenny!" Dean shouted at us. Sam and I obeyed and sprinted up the stairs at top speed.

"I'll get Sari!" I informed Sam as I scampered to her room. I froze in shock at the sight I was met with once I had gotten there. It was the figure on fire. Just like Sari had said. And that figure was looking directly at me. I couldn't move for a moment. A million emotions ran through me. First fear, there was definitely some of that going on. But mostly I felt a sense of recognition. There was no way for me to identify that this figure was exactly who I assumed it was. But as I stared at it—I saw past the flames. I knew who it was. I just knew.

"Help me, please!" Sari sobbed from her bed. She was clutching her blanket to her in utter terror. I made my way to her side swiftly, grabbing her hand and pulling her from her bed. I knelt to her side.

"It's okay, honey," I breathed, smiling at her in a calming manner. "You're okay. She's not going to hurt you." And with that, I hauled her into my arms, past the peaceful flaming figure and downstairs to my brother.

"Lucy," Sam started, setting Ritchie down next to me, "take them outside, make sure they get to their mom safely—"

"You are not staying in here alone, Sam!" I yelled, setting Sari down by her brother.

"Just do it, Lucy!" he screamed back.

"Hell no!"

Sam's feet suddenly got yanked from under him, causing him to fall to the floor and get dragged off by an invisible force. "SAM!" I shrieked. I was about to dart after him, but turned to the horrified kids first. "Sari, listen, everything will be okay, honey. Just take Ritchie outside and please, whatever you do. Don't look back."

I bolted down the hall after my brother, worried out of my mind. I found him again in the kitchen, being held up by the neck. I arrived just in time to see him flung across the room, crashing into the cabinets and down to the floor. A wave of fury washed over me.

"Alright, fucker! Where are you, you son of a bitch?" I shouted impulsively. I screamed as I was immediately and harshly flung into another room. The force slammed me against the wall so roughly that my vision blacked out momentarily. While I squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to recover from the pain, I heard Sam hit the wall rather close to where I was standing. Before I could react, we were both lifted up, and I felt every single limb glued to the wall. I couldn't budge.

The flaming figure materialized before us, and I got my second glimpse of her. She took step by step towards us and in result the heat flared hotter and hotter. But I wasn't frightened anymore. My lower lip trembled as I spoke my next pleading words.

"Help us. Please."

Sam looked at me with complete disbelief. "Are you crazy, what are you doing?" he cried, bewildered. I looked my brother in the eyes, green meeting hazel.

"Sam," I croaked. "It's Mom." My brother's eyes widened as he took in my words. Breathing heavily, he gazed at the flaming figure, realization dawning in his eyes.

"Sam! Lucy!" Dean called from somewhere in the house. My oldest brother appeared in the room, rushing up to us. He whirled around only to see the flaming figure approaching us slowly. As an instinct, he raised his rifle, pointing it at her with a look of determination.

"No don't!" "Dean, wait!" Sam and I shouted, our words overlapping each other. Dean kept his gun on the spirit.

"What, why?!" he cried, confused.

"B-Because Lucy was right," Sam quavered. "I can see her now." I felt a proud smile blooming on my face. And suddenly, the flames faded. Long, flowing blonde hair transformed from the rippling flames. Orange lightened into a white dressing gown, and a full body became visible. The flames had completely disappeared. My mother stood in front of me. She was just as beautiful as her pictures, with a bright face, full lips and gorgeous hair. I let out a shuddering breath as I took her in. Even if it was as a ghost, this is the first time I've ever seen her in person. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Mom?" Dean gasped, his voice shaking. He let his weapon drop to his side as Mom smiled prettily at him. She approached him, her loving gaze never leaving his face.

"Dean," she spoke softly. This was the first time I ever heard her voice. It was like a wind chime on a breezy day; music beautifully filling the air. Dean stared back at her with tearful eyes, speechless and emotional. Smiling gently, she moved around him to Sam, giving him another smile like she had given to Dean.

"Sam," she said. The corners of Sam's lips quirked upward and tears fell onto his cheeks. Like Dean, he couldn't bring himself to speak. He instead let out a breathy, tearful laugh. Our mother's smile fell and her expression turned sympathetic and remorseful. "I'm sorry."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "For…for what?" he breathed, flustered. He received no response. She stared at him a bit sadly for a few moments longer, and finally stepped towards me. Tears dripped down my face as I looked into her green eyes. Her ghost of a touch gently pushed a strand of my hair out my identical eyes.

"Lucy." More tears formed at the sound of my name. Shakily, I smiled, absorbing her every feature. I couldn't conceive that this was actually happening.

"I knew it," I whispered with a small chuckle. I was basically crying like a baby; it couldn't be helped. My mother grinned her beautiful smile. Once again, her expression changed. She was sorrowful this time, her eyes full of regret.

"And I'm sorry to you too," she addressed. Like Sam, I was perplexed. What the hell was she sorry for? Leaving me at such an early age? She didn't ask to be killed. She had nothing to be sorry for.

I shook my head slowly. "Don't be," I choked out, tears continuing to flow. A small smile returned to her pretty face. She examined me for a bit longer. Eventually, she turned, walking slowly forward and faced the ceiling.

"You get out of my house," Mom ordered the poltergeist. "And let go of my children." I jumped and watched in horror as she burst into her original flaming form. The flames crept up towards the ceiling in what looked like a slight struggle. Once they reached the top, the flames vanished. The hold on Sam and I dropped and we both plopped heavily to our feet. My brothers and I stood side by side, all in shock and breathing heavily.

"Mom?" I broke the silence with a trembling voice. I was still crying silently. No response followed. There was a long silence between my brothers and me— waiting for anything to happen. Anything else that could have possibly followed.

Sam was the one who broke the silence this time. "Now it's over."

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I strolled slowly through the hallway of my birthplace—my first home, taking in the scenery of the house for the last time. It was the morning after the storm and so…this was it. After this, my brothers and I were gone. I'm not one to say that we'd never come back, but it didn't seem likely. I reached the kitchen, stopping to peer inside. At the table sat the little girl Sari, who was fiddling with her bowl of cereal. I presumed she was still a little scared by everything she had witness. I didn't blame her. Everything I withstood as a kid was enough to scar me for life. I made my way to her, smiling at her as I took a seat.

"Hi, Sari," I greeted gently. She returned my smile.

"Hi."

"Are you okay? I know this might have freaked you out a little," I questioned her, concerned. She nodded shortly.

"Yeah," she replied. "I'm just glad that thing's gone. The bad thing, not the one on fire."

I nodded, leaning forward a bit. "The figure you saw—the one on fire." I paused for a moment, considering my words. "That was my mom." Sari dropped her spoon, her eyes widening.

"That was your mommy?" the little girl questioned, her voice full of wonder. I gave her a small, sad smile and nodded again.

"Yep," I replied. "She was stuck here for a long time. And when you moved in, she protected you. And your brother, and your mom—just like she protected me and my brothers." I took her hand and grinned kindly at her. "You guys are safe now. I promise." Sari once again returned my smile.

"Lucy?" a voice behind me said. I turned around to see Jenny standing in the doorway, also wearing a smile. "Your brothers are waiting for you." I nodded and gave Sari's hand a small squeeze. I began to leave exit the house when Jenny put a hand on my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

Her expression was filled only with happiness, gratitude and relief. "Thank you," she whispered gratefully. I beamed.

"You're welcome," I responded joyfully. I made to leave, but halted once more. "And listen…you're a great mom to these kids, I just. I grew up without a mom; she was only alive for about a day after I was born and—well, I don't really need to get into that. Just—thank you for being so good to them, they…they need that."

Jenny looked taken back and at loss for words. "T-Thank you," she repeated. With one last smile, she shut the door behind me. Heading to the car where my brothers were waiting, I passed Missouri. She placed a hand on the side of my face, stroking a finger across my cheek. A look of concern crossed her face.

"I know you're worried by what happened in that house, sweetheart. Not just with your mama but you're scared of something that happened to you," she observed. I bit my lip, nervously fidgeting. A slight smile formed on her lips. "Whatever it is, don't stress yourself out about it, girl. It's good, it's bright—it's a gift." I swallowed heavily.

"That whole weird superhuman strength thing—that doesn't seem 'good', Missouri. What—what is happening to me? What do you mean?" I questioned her anxiously. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"I…I don't know, honey." I sighed. I could only accept this answer. Instead of questioning it further, I gave the woman a tight hug before meeting my brothers at the car. "Now don't you kids be strangers!" she called out to us.

"We won't," Dean answered, smiling slightly.

The three of us slid into our respective seats with Sam in the passenger seat, Dean as the driver and me in the middle of the back seat with my arms and chin leaning on the back of the front seat. Dean ignited the engine and I watched the house fade from view as we tore off down the street and out of Lawrence, Kansas. What I didn't know at the time is that we were also driving away from our father, only a few blocks away.

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Within the next two weeks, my brothers managed to almost kill each other at least twice. And I was starting to get frustrated. I mean, this was ridiculous! Two grown ass men, 27 and 23 years old, at each others' throats like they were little bratty children. I'd been putting up with this for a majority of my life; but I just can't stand when they fight—when any of my family fights. Playing the peacemaker constantly gets exhausting and irritating.

Even after the whole thing in Kansas with our house and Mom's spirit, Dean and Sam's opinions on Dad were opposing and extremely conflicting. We worked this case with an asylum involved (and let me tell you: freaky things I'm most scared of, like hospitals and asylums and bugs, always tend to haunt me in these cases; there's no escape!) and Sam almost shot Dean! Well, he was technically not Sam and being semi-possessed by an evil spirit…but still. Sam wasn't too keen on tracking a father that didn't want to be found; while Dean was inclined to obey Dad's every order.

I just longed for them to stop head butting. Was that too difficult to ask for?

We did get a call from Dad though! I think it was April 8th, 2006. Yeah, I remember now. I was fast asleep, and it was early in the morning. And I was woken up by the sound of Sam speaking to someone over the phone.

"Sam, shut the hell up, I'm trying to sleep," I grumbled into my pillow. I'm not a morning person. Actually, I'm not much of an 'awake'-person.

"It's Dad," Sam whispered to Dean and I. That woke us both up. We listened intently to the one-sided conversation, and it seemed like Dad was telling Sam about the thing that killed Mom. A demon he said. He thinks it was a demon. I heard something about names, and Sam was slowly getting angrier. Finally,
Dean grabbed the phone from him.

"Put it on speaker," I ordered Dean. He shushed me, and I fumed. I growled out, "Put it on speaker, Dean." He rolled his eyes and obliged. I listened to Dad dodge our attempts to ask him where he was. Instead, he gave us names to write down.

And that was it. That was all he had to say. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little angry. He was hunting that thing—that demon that killed our mother and he was so fucking stubborn and bull-headed that he wouldn't let us assist even a little. So yeah. I was pissed with my Dad at the moment. I understood where Sam was coming from. But still, I wasn't going to go against his orders. I loved my Dad too much for that. Dad led us to our next hunt with those names. It was some freaky scarecrow that turned out to be this pagan god thing—I still don't really get it. But my brothers had another fight and it got to the point where Sam decided to venture off on his own. And Dean let him. Needless to say, I wasn't only pissed off with my Dad—now I was pissed with my asshole brothers too.

"I can't believe you two," I muttered angrily, shaking my head. Dean and I were on the way to Indiana…without Sam. Who was traveling his own way to California. Dean gritted his teeth.

"Well, what did you expect me to do, Lucy? Huh?" Dean yelled exasperatedly. "He wanted to go, so I let him go! If he wants to go be a stubborn bitch, so be it!"

I huffed irritably. "I expect you two to get over yourselves! Jesus, Dean, why can't you two get along for two fucking seconds!" I cried. "And now we're all split up and you two are fighting and now we're fighting and…" I trailed off, anxiety overcoming my voice. After a few moments, I heard Dean sigh.

"I'm sorry," he muttered genuinely. He knew how upset it made me when our family fought—especially if one ended up leaving. Hell, he'd been dealing with it for 20 years. I gently put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, letting him know that I forgave him. "He'll come back. If not, we'll go and get him. Okay?" I nodded silently, staring out the window.

We did get him back. It took a few days and a whole hunt, but he returned to us just in time. He apparently never even made it to California. I wonder what he could have spent all that time doing. Nevertheless, I was secretly content just to have us all together again.

And then I almost lost one of them again. While working a case, Dean suffered through a severe electrocution and ended up with fatal damage to his heart. Sam and I were told that he had only weeks to a month to live. I couldn't let that happen. Dean, he—he couldn't just leave me like that. If he left me, I don't know what I'd do. I'd be lost. Sam dragged us along to some miracle faith healer, and worked his magic on Dean. And just like that, Dean was fine. He was healed. I wasn't a religious person; the only thing I bothered to put my faith in was my family. The fact that this miracle had been successful was enough to originally surprise the belief into me. But it turned out "the Lord" wasn't the force at work there at all. The culprit was a reaper controlled by the healer's insane wife.

We met up with Dean's ex, Cassie, a little bit after that. When I was younger, I had a bit of an animosity towards her caused by the normal 'what's-mine-is-mine' little kid jealously. I didn't want to share my big brother. But I liked her now. She was strong and independent. Plus, Dean really liked her. When we left her (she had turned Dean down…again), he joked with me, "It's okay. You're the only girl I need in my life." He pinched my cheek from where I was sitting in the driver's seat (yes, could it be? Dean actually let me drive for once!). I swatted it away with a grin.

"You sap," I mocked.

We spent a week in Michigan after Sam had another one of his visions. This one was creepier though, because it was during the day and…it actually seemed to hurt him. The family we were dealing with was named the Millers, and Sam had a freaky premonition of both the father and his brother being brutally killed by an unknown force. The son of the dad—Max Miller—he was behind all of it.

Sam found someone else, well…like him. Max was psychic too. They had some weirdo connection that brought Sam to him. But Max was still different than Sam. He was a killer. He used the powers he had to kill his family, and he crossed the line when he almost killed Dean! Dean seemed to be having a lot of near death experiences lately, and it was kinda worrying me.

Max ended up shooting himself in the head; which isn't exactly how we planned it to go, but hey. At least he won't kill anyone else. When my brothers and I were back in the hotel room, Sam expressed him and Max's connection and the psychic abilities they both shared. And then…he mentioned something that hit me hard.

"When Max left me in that closet, with that big cabinet against the door," Sam started, looking for the best way to phrase it, "...I moved it." Dean shrugged it off, but I automatically understood what he was trying to tell us.

"You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for," Dean mused.

"No man, I moved it," he insisted. "Like, Max."

Dean and I both stopped to stare at him. Sam had moved it with his mind. That was new. But the thing was…it sounded close to what I had done months back. With the couch in our old house. Somehow, I moved it. I didn't just move it, I freaking threw it.

"…I just...I saw you die and it just came out of me like a punch. You know like...a freak adrenaline thing," Sam said. I hadn't been listening to my brothers' conversation the past few seconds, but my attention returned for this.

"Yeah well I'm sure it won't happen again."

"It happened to me too," I blurted out. My brothers swiveled around to stare at me in shock.

"W-what?" Sam asked. He was looking at me like I had just grown two heads. I might as well have.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Okay, well," I started, "it wasn't exactly the same. I didn't move it with my mind or anything—I don't think I did. But when we were in our old house, that poltergeist had me pinned to the wall with the living room couch. And you know that thing? It's like 200 freaking pounds! I—I pushed it. And it kinda flew all the way across the room. If you say anything among the lines of upper body strength, Dean Winchester, so help me—"

"So, what you had like a power surge or something?" Dean questioned. He threw his hands up. "Am I the only normal one in this family?"

Sam had to chuckle at that. "You aren't exactly 'normal', Dean."

"Compared to Wonder Woman and Magneto, yeah, I'd say I'm hella normal!" Dean cried. I rolled my eyes.

"Really?" Sam said, shaking his head. "Come on, man. Magneto can only manipulate magnetic fields; at least get your facts straight." I snorted.

"You are such a fucking nerd," Dean commented. Sam held back a smile. "Like I said, whatever's going on with either of you—I'm sure it's not gonna happen again. And you know why? Cause you got me." I gave him a pouty face.

"Awww, well aren't you sweet?" I teased in a baby voice. Dean wrapped an arm tight around my shoulders.

"Sister, I am like sugar."

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Well this is my longest chapter so far, so I'm just gonna end this here whoops. Hope you like :)