Disclaimer: Lucy is mine. Lynne is mine. Devin Pierce is mine. No one else is.
Author's Note: Okay so it's been a while. I'm such a bad author. I have so many unfinished stories on here right now. I'm working my way through them attempting to update. There isn't much Sam in this chapter. Sorry about that. I promise he'll have plenty of face time in the next chapter. And if this chapter is confusing now, that's understandable. It will all make sense eventually. Especially why Lynne acts the way she does. Happy reading!
Sam pulled the car up to the curb of a small wooden shack in an isolated part of town. Woods surrounded the little house that looked as though it would topple over in a spring breeze. This was the house that Lucy's mother lived in.
"Good luck, you guys," Sam said as Lucy and Dean got out. "Call me when you're done." With one last glance at them, he drove back down the dusty road. Lucy watched the car get smaller and smaller in the distance. She had been angry before, but it was starting to turn into fear. She suddenly didn't want to be there.
"Come on, Lucy. Let's get this over with," Dean said to her quietly. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked when she didn't respond. She turned to face him
"If I don't do this now, I'll never get another chance. I just need to know why she left me behind. Once I know, we can finish this job and get the hell out of Dodge."
"Alright. If you're sure."
"Okay, okay just making sure." They started towards the house. They reached the door and Lucy stopped. Dean saw her hesitation and reached up to knock on the door, but Lucy hit his hand away. She stood up straight, composed herself, and knocked twice on the rotting wooden door.
They waited for a few minutes and nearly left, thinking Lynne wasn't there, but then the door creaked open just wide enough for a face to stick through. The face was of a small woman with wild, curly red hair, a wrinkled face, pointy nose, and small, scowling mouth. Lucy nearly turned and ran, but Dean grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place.
"Can I help you?" She said in a voice that suggested that she, in fact, didn't want to help them in any way.
"Uh…hi. Remember me?" Lucy asked timidly. She couldn't figure out why she was so afraid.
"Should I?" she sneered back.
"Still not ringing any bells." Lucy couldn't believe this callous woman could possibly be her mother. Now she was angry again.
"Okay let me try this again. Hi. I'm Lucy Winchester. Your dead daughter?" A look of recognition finally reigned on Lynne's face, and for a second, Lucy was hopeful. Those hopes were, however, shattered by what Lynne said.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Just the kind of touching family reunion I was expecting."
"You get away from my house," Lynne said as she started closing the door. Lucy jammed her foot in the door so it couldn't close. "I'll call the police," she scorned.
"And what are you going to tell them? That your daughter wanted to talk to you?"
"That a stranger is trying to break into my house."
"You…you think I'm a stranger?" Lucy stuttered, now feeling betrayal. She could feel Dean tensing up behind her and she knew he would explode soon. "I saw the look on your face when I told you my name. You know who I am. You know I'm your daughter."
"I don't have a daughter." Dean couldn't take it anymore. He shoved the door wide open, knocking Lynne to the floor.
"You bitch, she's your daughter!" he yelled at the woman on the floor.
"Dean?" she questioned.
"You remember me but not her?" he said incredulously.
"Look. Both of you get out of my house and never let me see you again and I won't call the cops."
"We'll leave if you answer some questions for us."
"Will you just leave if I do?"
"We'd be happy to."
"Fine," she said, picking herself up off the floor. She walked into the sitting room on the other side of the small, dusty cabin and flopped onto an ugly couch, not offering Dean and Lucy a seat. The siblings glanced at each other and crossed the room as well. They stood near the couch Lynne had thrown herself on, not wanting to touch anything in this woman's house. "Let's get this over with. What do you want?"
Lucy was about to speak when Dean stopped her. "Before we get to the personal discussion, we need to talk about your warehouse," he said evenly.
"That stupid thing? What about it?"
"One of the workers there, Devin Pierce, was killed last week."
"Stupid kid. He was an idiot. I was going to fire him that day. He lost me a lot of money with the mistakes he made. He's pretty much the reason I'm living in this dump."
"How did he die, Lynne?"
"I found him in one of the back rooms. He shot himself."
"Are you sure it was suicide?"
"Yeah why wouldn't it be? He probably knew I was going to fire him."
"See, though, the coroner seems to think differently, according to the report. There was no gun found and no bullet. Only a gaping wound in his chest. I believe it said something along the lines of it looking like someone or something had literally ripped a hole in his body."
"How do you know what the coroner report says?" Lynne suddenly gave them a frightening look. "You're still doing that hunting thing, aren't you. Getting in to illegal documents, impersonating people, the whole nine yards." She stood up. "You're still hunting supernatural things. Get out of my house."
"No. We can't leave until you answer some of my questions," Lucy protested.
"GET OUT NOW!" She ran over to a rickety end table and pulled something out of the drawer. When she turned around, she had a pistol in her hands, pointed at the two siblings. "I will kill you. I swear it."
"Okay, Lynne. We're leaving," Dean said, putting his hands in front of him. "But this isn't over." Dean began to back towards the door when he noticed that Lucy wasn't following suit. She continued to hold her ground and stared down the barrel of Lynne's gun.
"You won't shoot me," she said calmly.
"Lucy," Dean said. Lucy ignored her brother. Instead, she moved closer to Lynne.
"Why did you leave?"
"I will shoot you. I don't care who you are."
"I will figure this out. Once I do, you never have to see me again. And I'm sure that would make you happy. But understand this. You are my mother. I am your daughter. I have a right to know why you left. By the time we leave, I will have my answers. I'll know why…why you hate your own flesh and blood." There were tears forming in her eyes. At the end of her speech, she turned and hurried out the door. Dean sent a death glare at Lynne before turning to follow.
Lynne stood in the center of the room, shaking. If Lucy had any of the determination her father did, she would soon figure out what was going on. And Lynne couldn't let that happen. She had to stop the three Winchester siblings before they ruined everything.