Lucy's hands trembled. Although she had bought a gun and had fully intended on using it to kill April once she had fired the gun she was left shaken. She thought she had prepared mentally for all possible outcomes but she hadn't prepared for this. She was devastated as she witnessed Dean getting shot and crumpling to the floor.
Her heart sunk, "No, no, no. It was supposed to be April, not you. Not you. This isn't the way things were supposed to go." It was like everything had happened in slow motion right before her eyes.
Dean had saved April and used his body to shield her.
"She is not worthy of your love nor your protection. it should all be mine!" Lucy muttered to herself. She stared at his body on the floor and got lost in her delusions. Once realisation hit her she let go of the gun and with a thud, it fell to the floor. "No no no… Not you… You aren't supposed to be here, you're not supposed to die!" She muttered as she pulled at her blonde hair.
