A/N: Can we all just take a minute to appreciate how HISTERICAL THAT PIC IS?! Sorry, on with the story.
I received a rather rude awakening when Dean slammed on the brakes, and I was thrown to the floor. "Owwww!" I whined, sitting up, and rubbing my head. It had stopped raining, but was pitch black, clouds covering the moon and stars. Dean looked over his shoulder, and responded with a quick, "Sorry, Patty cake. You okay?" He sounded, frustrated? What? I received my answer when he turned back around. Some guy was standing in the middle of the headlights, and the road. "Who...?" I trailed off, seeing the guy staring dead at me. "Saaaaammmmm, Deeeeeaaaannnn. Who is that, and why exactly is he staring at me? It's freaking creepy." I muttered that last part. "Wait here, Sam, Stay with Patricia." Dean ordered through gritted teeth. He got out and slammed the door. Hard. "W-whoa," I stuttered looking at Sam, "N-not only did he actually use my name, but he slammed the door!" I put some emphasis on that last part. (Not sure if Dean has ever slammed the door on his baby before, or their relationship with Lucifer, as stated repeatedly I'm not caught up on the show, AT ALL, so if you don't like how I wrote this story, bye!) "What do you want?!" Dean snarled. The man came twords the back seat. "Sam, Sam!" I whimpered. Sam locked the door. 'Get ahold of yourself Patricia!' I mentally scolded myself, 'You're a hunter now for whatever god may be out there's sakes!' That did so much. NOT! The guy tapped lightly on the window, getting my attention. "Tendency to space out, huh?" He spoke. "Why don't you step out of the car, you can bring your brother with you." He gestured to Sam. I looked to Sam, who was looking at Dean, who was looking at that weird guy, who was looking at me. "Get back some, and I'll have them get out." Dean demanded.
"Okay," He said, raising his hands in surrender, and taking a few steps back. "There, now they can join the two of us." I got out on Sam's side, since it was opposite where the Weirdo was standing, and rushed straight to Dean. Sam on my heels, and they both took a protective stance, me behind them. "Awwwe, how sweet," Weirdo smirked, "Big brother bears protecting the little cub sis." The boys just glared, as I wondered why none of those fools taught me how to use weapons before we left Uncle Bobby's. "Lucifer," Dean hissed, "I'm not going to ask you again, what do you want?" Lucifer just stepped closer, "I want to give your sister a little welcome to the business gift." Sam looked back at me, the to Dean. "What are you talking about?" He inquired. "I mean this," He pulled a black cord, with a blue and white speckled crystal looking pendant.
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"It's called blue sandstone," Lucifer spoke, stepping twords us, "It's a special healing crystal, it's supposed to give her courage, ease pressure on her anxious little mind, and help her to keep focused, and not space out as often." Sam and Dean, each stole a glance at each other, then at me. They stepped aside, and Lucifer hooked the necklace around my neck. It fit like a choker. "Good luck, Patricia Winchester." He added, before vanishing. (Again, not caught up. Not sure if he can actually do that.) I gently placed a hand over the pendant. My rune started to glow faintly. I ripped my hand away in fear. "AHHHH! FREAKY POWER WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT AND WHY?!" I screamed, trembling. "Patty cake!" Dean spoke quietly, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Calm down," He wrapped me in a hug, and I calmed some, sometimes you just need a hug from your big brother. "There, lets find a hotel, and I'll call Cas. He should be able to help." He decided, leading me to the impala. We climbed in, and Sam turned to me, saying "Just try and relax, there's a hotel not too far from here." I noticed he had his cell phone pressed to his ear. "Who-" He cut me off, "Bobby, maybe he can help before we have to trouble Cas." I sat back, and closed my eyes. Sam was incoherently mumbling into his phone. "Why don't you lie back down, Patty cake?" Dean asked, looking back at me through the mirror, "I will try my best not to slam the brakes and send you flying again." He stifled a laugh, and I rolled my eyes, and lay back down. One final thought running through my head, 'I hope my powers don't get either of the boys killed.'
