Chapter One: Letters Of Farewell

~Andy's p.o.v~

We cremated Dad's body yesterday. We were all at Bobby's house recovering from the car crash and mourning over Dad.

Dean would hardly talk to anyone, even me, his baby sister. He just sat outside all day, working on his car. Sam wasn't much better. If he wasn't trying to talk to Dean, he was looking for new cases for us to work. It seemed to me that he was trying to make up for disobeying Dad in the past. I just sat in the guest room, trying to get my crap together. I thought about what Bobby had showed me this morning.

~Flash Back~

"Andy, can you come here for a moment?" Bobby asked from the door way. I was sitting on my bed.

I nodded and got up from the bed. I followed him out of the house and out into the scrap yard behind his house. We walked through a maze of piled, rust covered, stacked cars. We passed Dean at one point, who didn't even notice us considering he was under his car with the music blaring. We finally came to what appeared to be a dead end because of a tarp.

I looked at Bobby skeptically. "You brought me out here . . . for a tarp?" Ok. So I take a little after both my brothers. So I'm pretty much a smart as like Dean.

Bobby rolled his eyes and yanked the tarp off of, what now, made my eyes go wide and my jaw to drop. A pine green Camaro. It was beautiful. There was a pentacle and dream catcher on the rearview mirror.

"Wow" it was the only thing that would leave my lips.

"Your Daddy got this for your sixteenth birthday. But since he was on the lamb, He never had the chance to give it to ya. He told me, if anything was to happen to him, I was to give it to you. Then in a day or two, you'd be gone. Now, are you going to tell me what that means?" He stared at me expectantly.

I gave a heavy sigh. "Dad, he came to my hospital room."

~Flashback within A Flashback~

I lay in my hospital bed. Stiches in my legs, IV's and blood transfusion bags in my arms, and an oxygen mask over my face. I had just woken up. I knew exactly where I was and why I was there as the heart monitor beeped constantly. There was only one thing that buzzed in my mind over and over again. Where was my family?

*Knock Knock*

I looked to my left and saw my dad standing in the doorway. "Hey there Kiddo" He smiled a sad and relieved smile.

I smiled my own weak smile. I reached for my air mask and removed it. "Hey Dad. Is everyone ok?" My voice was dry and horse from under use. It made me wonder how long I had been out. I coughed a few times to clear my throat. "How long have I been out?"

"Sam's fine. Dean just woke up from a touch and go coma. He'll be fine. It's been a few days since the crash. You were in surgery for over five hours. The doctors said you'd pull through though. It was just that you needed your rest so they put you in a drug induced coma. They thought today would be a good day for you to make up."

"Oh" my small simple statement escaped my lips. I looked at my dad more closely. There was something wrong. "Dad? What's wrong?" My brows frowned. His pace pained when I asked. "Dad?" I spoke softly.

"You're so much like your mother. You can see right through secrets and lies. ~Sight~ Andrea," He paused. He wouldn't look me in the eyes anymore. I knew this had to be serious. He took a deep breath and continued. "Andrea, I'm dying." My eyes welled up with tears. I was about to protest. But he held his hand up. "I don't want to see you in another Hospital bed! I have a house set up for you in Washington." He walked and handed me a piece of paper. It had an address on it.

My tears were flowing freely now. "But Dad! What about the demon? We have to-" He cut me off.

"The boys can handle the demon. Baby girl, I never wanted this life for you. Please, live a normal life. Washington has an abnormally large iron and salt deposit around it. No demons can get through. Please Andrea, do this for me, as my last dying wish. Would you live there, live a normal life, the one we all secretly wish for?"

~Second Flashback end~

"So I'm respecting his last dying wish. He then told me not to tell the boys because they would try to stop me and make me stay. Bobby you cannot tell the boys a word of the. They'll just drag me back."

Bobby gave me a hard stare. Finally he sighed. "Fine, but you'll have to tell the good-bye at some point."

~End of first flashback~

A stray tear fell down my face as I wrote my 'Good-bye' letters to Sammy and Dean. Telling them why I was leaving, how I'm leaving, but not whereI was, and that "I'll always love my two best and only brothers" I hid the notes in my journal. (It's just like her dad's in the very back pages. In the front it's like any other teenage girls diary. It is over four hundred pages long.)

I looked at my watch. 3:00 PM. Four hours till the sun went down. Seven hours till I had to leave. I looked outside the window. Dean was under his car again. I gave a sigh before I got up and went to the kitchen. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out the pitcher that was full of Iced Tea. I also grabbed two glasses from the cabinet and filled them with the rich brown liquid. Placing the pitcher back where I got it, I then started heading outside and up to Dean. His feet were still sticking out from under his car.

Music could be heard coming from the radio on the porch. I gave a sigh before kicking his feet. He gave an annoyed groan. "For the last time Sammy! I don't want to talk, hug, cry, or any of that touchy feely crap! I just want to work on my car."

I smirked. "What about an ice cold drink?"

Dean rolled out from under the impala . . . or, what was left of it. "Oh, Andy. I thought you were Sam for a second,"

"I figured. I don't know if I should take that as an insult or not," I joked. "Look do you want the drink or not?"

"Well when you put it like that," he took the tea from my hand as I sat down next to him.

We sat there for a moment. Just sitting there, drinking tea. That is, until I broke the silence. "Hey Dean, c-can I ask you something?"

He almost spit out his drink. "This isn't about . . . boys, is it?"

I gave snort of amusement and disbelief. "Dean, when was the last time you saw me with a guy?"

His face lightened a little. "Well then ask away Kiddo." He had that famous 'Dean' smirk.

I looked down at my glass, the brown liquid just sitting still. "Did you ever want to, you know, stop hunting?"

I stole a glance at him from the corner of my eye. His face had dropped, smirk gone. I looked back down at my glass. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked him that. I better take it back before he-'

"~ugh~ Yeah. I have. There's not a day that I don't wish things were different. But I'm too far into this job to just quit now. Why do you ask?"

'Crap!' "It's just, I can't help but wonder what it'd be like if things would have been different. Though I guess I wouldn't exist huh?"

"Yeah. I remember the day Dad found out he had a teenage daughter. And when he told us, we thought it was a joke." He chuckled.

I laughed as well. "Yeah, there was a shapeshifter in town. Mom knew it was something Dad could handle. You know, before she died or even told me that Dad was coming, do you know what she told me he did for a living?"

Dean showed new interest in the conversation. "A grease monkey?"

"She told me that he was an exterminator. But I didn't know she meant it like that!" There was a second of silence before we both busted out laughing.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "So," I started. "Don't stay out all night. I'm making dinner." I got up and dusted the dirt from my jeans and started heading inside.

"Dinner? Since when do you cook?" Dean called from behind me.

"There are a lot of things you just don't know Dean" I whispered.

~2 hours later~

"BOBBY!" I called from the kitchen. Sam and Bobby, hearing me call from the kitchen, thought I was in trouble, so they ran into the kitchen, guns raised.

"Andy! What's wrong? Who's here?" Sammy asked as he looked around frantically, arm around me protectively.

"Uh, Sammy." I looked up at him innocently. "I just wanted to know where the spices were." I blinked up at him, waiting for him to let go. By now, the guns were down and I was being stared at as if I had two heads.

"The . . . spices?" Sammy asked slowly.

"Yeah, I'm making spaghetti." I pointed to the stove where the sauce and boiling water was.

". . . .Pfft!" They both busted out laughing. Sammy had finally let go of me.

"Hey! What? Does no one think I can cook?" I asked incredulously, remembering Dean had asked . . . well . . . you know.

"N-no! We just thought that you were being attacked." Sammy was now doubled over trying to get his breath back. "And all you wanted was the spices!"

Then I started laughing, seeing the humor in it. After we all calmed down, I looked at Bobby. "Well?"

He pointed behind me at a cupboard just over the sink. I nodded. Walking over, I started pulling out spices.

Bobby left the room. I started humming 'Once upon a December' as I added cinnamon to the sauce.

"Need any help?" I looked up to my left to see Sammy standing next to me.

"Uh, over there," I pointed to the cookie sheet. "There are some noodles. Can you put them in the boiling water and then poor some olive oil into the water? Just a little." He nodded.

I started adding salt and garlic powder when Sammy came over, looking at the noodles in confusion. I couldn't help but giggle when he said "Why do you want me to cook them? Their already cooked and limp."

"No they aren't smart one! I had to make the noodles from scratch because Bobby didn't have them." Realization hit his face, and he did as I instructed.

I stirred the meat sauce slowly as I waited for the noodles to finish. I couldn't take the silence anymore. "So, I uh managed to get Dean out from underneath his car." I said hesitantly.

"What? How'd you manage to do that?" He asked.

"I took him an ice cold drink." I stated smugly.

"Heh, why didn't I think about that?" He had a sad smile on his face. The silence fell again. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to ask him.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"If you ever had the opportunity to change something in the past, would you still have gone to college?"

For the second time today, I was being looked at with a surprised face. "What brought this up?"

"Well, just a lot of 'What if' questions have been going through my head lately. It makes me wonder how different things would have been."

"~Sigh~ No. I would have still gone to college. I would never change that." I knew he was thinking about Jessica.

"Do—do you think she would have liked me?" I whispered more to myself. But Sam heard.

"She wanted to meet you."

I stopped abruptly to look to look at him. "But I thought you didn't about us at college!"

"Well, you were the only one who supported me going to college, and called me. That, and she saw the bracelet you made me." He lifted up his arm to show me his surfer style bracelet. I had braded out of dyed twine. Dean had a brown and black one, Dad had a blue and black one, black and white for Sam, and mine was green and black. . . . I had a lot of black twine ok? But each bracelet had a little metal charm on it that on it that was the shape of a gun.

We looked at each other and smiled. For one second, I felt like we were a normal family. That is, until the water for the noodles boiled over. "SAM!" He looked down.

"Oh shit!" He started to stir it as fast as he could.

"Sammy, did you pour the oil into the water?" I asked.

He gave me a guilty look. "Uh . . . maybe?"

"~sigh~ The oil keeps it from boiling over." I grabbed the tongs to pull out some of the noodles. I took one and held it in my hand. "Hey Sammy"

"Yes Andrea?"

"Do you know how to tell if noodles are ready?" I held a noodle and dangled it in front of his face.

"Uh, no?"

"You throw it against the wall." His face was priceless. "If it sticks than its ready" I had an evil smirk on my face.

"No way. You're making that up." He patted me on the head as if I was a child.

"Oh really? Watch." I stepped back about two feet and aimed for the wall behind Sammy.

"Wait! Andy- don't-" to late, the noodles flew past his ear and landed on the wall next to the door, just as Bobby walked in.

He stared at the noodle as it hung on the wall, then turned his stare to us. "You know what? I don't even want to know." He walked back out.

I looked at Sammy with an 'I-told-you-so' look. He rolled his eyes and pulled noodles off the wall. I then went back to stirring the sauce. "Go ahead and strain the noodles and call Dean inside. And tell him if he doesn't wash his hands he won't be eating." He did as I asked with the noodles. "Oh and get Bobby back in here too." He nodded and exited the kitchen.

I turned off both the burners and got some plates from one of the cabinets. After I put the food on it, I placed them at the table, then got everyone drinks and silverware. By now the boys had walked in. we sat down, Dean to my left, Sam at the right, and Bobby in front. They all looked down at their food.

"Dude," Dean whispered rather noisily to Sam across the table. Sam looked up from his plate. "Is it edible?"

"I don't know man. I saw here put cinnamon in it."

"What? Who puts cinnamon in spaghetti?"

By now I was twirling my noodles. Though I was clutching my fork so hard that it started to bend. "~oh boys. I'm sitting right here, and if you don't start eating, I swear that the deepest, darkest, abyss of hell will seem like heaven when I'm done with you." All of their eyes widened as I took a bite of my food. They knew I made good on my threats. I once through this guy out a bar when he grabbed my ass. He was too wasted to relies I was 16. Though I ended up having to pay the bar owner for a new window. I was soooooo worth it though.

Sammy gulped, took up his fork, scooped up some food, and looked at it. Everyone looked at him expectantly. He took the bit. His face changed from shock, to concentration, to enjoyment, and in an instant I knew he liked it. Once Dean saw Sam's face, He didn't have to be told twice. He started eating like he would any other food, like a slob. Then Bobby ate as well, while reading what looked like yesterday's paper.

"Vow-swe weawy can cwook" Dean said with his mouth full. No surprise.

"And there was doubt why?" I asked incredulously. Everyone looked in different direction as to not meet my evil eye.

~6 ½ hours later~

My bags lay by the door, the bed was made, phone was off, and letters in my hands. 'Ok, check list. Am I forgetting anything?'
Food: Check
Water: Check
Cloths: Check
Electronics: Check
Money: Check
Wallet: Check
Keys: Check
Camera: Check
Photos: Check

'Ok, I'm ready to go.' I thought. I walked over to Sam and Dean's room. I put the notes on each night stand. I looked at me sleeping brothers. Sam was lightly snoring in his sleep and Dean was mumbling in his sleep about 'Having a good time'. I smiled sadly at them. "I love you guys." I whispered.

I walked out of the door, out of the house, to my car, and out of their lives. It felt like the longest walk of my life. I pulled the Tarp off my Camaro and started packing my stuff into the trunk and the back seat. I then got in. Starting it made my hands sweat as it purred to life. My stomach lurched as I made my way down the driveway. My heart broke as I started down the dark lonely road, glancing at the rear view mirror. And tears flowed freely down my face when three words rang through my head.

I'm sorry. Good-bye.