Chapter Two - Babysitting

                                    

                                          

                          
“So, what are we doing?” Lucy asked excitedly.
                          

                          
            “Get in the car,” Dean told her. She opened the back passenger door and hopped inside.
                          

                          
            “Why are you so hard on her, Dean?” Sam asked. “It’s not like she dumped herself on us.”
                          

                          
            Dean sighed. “I know and I’m not mad at her. I just don’t want her to get attached to us. Bad things happen to people that do,” he told Sam. 
                          

                          
            Sam nodded. “I know, but she’s got Crowley to look after her. C’mon, let’s go,” Sam said as he got into the car. Dean followed and started the car, driving back to the bunker. 
                          

                          
            “You know that the bunker is thirteen hours away, right?” Sam asked pointedly.
                          

                          
            “Yep,” Dean said, staring out the windshield.
                          

                          
            “You gonna drive the whole way?” Sam asked.
                          

                          
            “Yep,” Dean said. 
                          

                          
            Sam rolled his eyes and turned around to peer in the backseat at Lucy who was staring out the window. “You’re being awfully quiet back here,” he remarked.
                          

                          
            Lucy looked up at him and smiled sadly. “I was just thinking,” she said.
                          

                          
            “About what?” Sam asked.
                          

                          
            “Well, I died this morning,” Lucy answered. “And then I was told that my father sold my soul to make himself more attractive.”
                          

                          
            “What?!” Sam asked, astonished. 
                          

                          
            “She means he wanted a bigger dick, Sammy,” Dean said, looking over his shoulder. 
                          

                          
            “Yeah. I got that, thanks, Dean,” Sam told him. He loked back at Lucy. “That’s one hell of a way to find out.”
                          

                          
            Lucy shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. But at least I got to be eighteen for a few hours, right?” 
                          

                          
            “How’d you die?” Dean asked quietly.
                          

                          
            “Hell hounds,” Lucy responded. As Sam watched, bloody gashes appeared all over her arms, legs and stomach.
                          

                          
            Dean looked glanced over his shoulder. “That’s familiar,” he said. Lucy looked at him curiously. “I got taken to Hell by Lilith’s hounds,” he explained. 
                          

                          
            “But in all fairness, you also got eaten by a dog once,” Sam pointed out.
                          

                          
            “Hey, that wasn’t my fault. That was all on Gabriel,” Dean defended. “Besides, you’ve died a few times yourself.”
                          

                          
            “Yeah,” Sam conceded. “But I didn’t randomly die in the shower or choke on a sausage.”
                          

                          
            Lucy smiled to herself as she leaned her head against the window and fell asleep. 
                          

                          
            An hour or so later, Dean glanced back at Lucy and saw that she was asleep. He turned back and nudged Sam. “Hey, she’s asleep,” he said.
                          

                          
            “What?” Sam asked. “She’s a demon, she doesn’t sleep.”
                          

                          
            “I know, man. Maybe she isn’t a full demon yet or something,” Dean said. 
                          

                          
            Sam shook his head. “I don’t know, but this just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” he said.
                          

                          
            Dean looked over at Sam. “Dude, that’s our life.”