I do not own Supernatural

Andi could still feel the heat of the fire as she bolted up out of bed, breathing hard. She reached under her pillow for the small silver knife and pulled it out, letting it gleam against the moonlight. She still slept with it even though she hadn't used it in years. Andi shuddered at the memory of the shapeshifter as she slid the knife back in its place.

She glanced down at her watch and it's face read 4:45 back at to her. She rubbed her eyes and groaned as she got out of bed. She needed to open the bar in about an hour anyway. Andi changed into a pair of old skinny jeans with holes all over, a black tank top and a red and white flannel shirt. She pulled on my Steve Madden boots and moved across my small room to the sink and brushed her teeth in the small sink. She looked into the mirror and looked at the woman staring back at her.

A twenty something year old stared back at her. She was tall, about six feet even, and skinny, but strong. She had wavy brown hair that almost reached the middle of her back, hazel eyes, and a white scar that ran from her ear all the way down her jaw line. Andi touched the scar as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail before applying a little mascara and eye shadow before grabbing her keys and leaving the room.

She owed a small bar in Sierra City, California that she had bought off the old owner about four years ago after she finished college at University of San Diego. She was hiking the Pacific Crest Trail that summer and wound up at Backwoods Bar and Café and chatting with the owner.

Paul the owner was looking for a new bartender. The old one, Paul had told her, had left for Nepal search for the "perfect high." Andi had plenty of experience working in bars in college as she had to pay my own way with no family support at all. She had no where to go, no plans at all, and completely broke, so she took the job. When she turned twenty five about a year ago, Paul offered to sell her the place. He was eighty and wanted to move to the Grand Canyon, a place he had never been. Andi accepted the offer at once. She loved meeting new people while working the bar. The place was always filled with backpackers and great stories.

Andi sold her small house and moved into the attic above the bar so she could update the place and add her own little flare. She even expanded the place with a small grass clearing for backpackers to pitch their tents and spend the night. She even provided a mail service too. The only condition was they had to buy at least a drink or two. If they couldn't afford it, they had to tell she an amazing story. If it was the best of the night, she would reward them with a free beer. Needles to say she was doing pretty well.

"Morning Bill," Andi told the dishwasher as she walked down the stairs from her flat into the bar. Bill was the dishwasher who had been working there before when she started.

"Morning Andi! Have any amazing dreams last night?" Bill asked. He was some gypsy from Paris would loved to analyze anyone's dreams. He wasn't too bad at it, and she had met some pretty crazy gypsies.

"Not this time my friend," She didn't like lying to him, but she already understood her dream from last night. "Anyone expecting any packages today?"

"The two young fellas from Detroit are expecting two sometime today. They said it won't come till after one."

"Good morning beautiful co-worker and boss!" Came a loud voice from the door. Andi looked up from wiping glasses to find Lucy, the waitress burst into to the bar. Lucy was twenty years old and had the energy of a young puppy. Andi hired her a few months ago. Lucy had a similar story to her own, as she was hiking the PCT and had no idea what she was doing after.

"I will never understand where all this energy comes from Luc. How many cups of coffee have you had today?" Andi asked, grinning.

"None! I'm just high on life!" She responded, taking off her coat and hanging it up behind the bar. "When is Will coming?"

"He's only a few minutes late. No one's gonna be showing up for food until 6:30 anyway," Andi responded, getting back to wiping glasses."Sweetheart, why worry? You think he's with another chick? The man's only got eyes for you."

"I'm just worried because of all those disappearances. I don't want anything to happen to him!" She said, her big blue eyes wide with fear.

Andi knew about the disappearances. She had been keeping track of them in the paper. She was trying to not worry about them yet. When they were within a mile radius of the city then it might be time to break out the old fake ID and start asking around. But she had given all that up.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. they haven't been near here," Bill spoke her thoughts. "You're boyfriend will be just fine."

And as if right on cue, a twenty three year old strolled in, "Good morning folks! Your master chef has arrived!"

"Nice to see you Will. Your girlfriend was beginning to worry," Andi told him, grinning. Lucy jumped into his arms and kissed him forcefully.

"Don't worry about me babe," He reassured Lucy, stroking her hair and moving back to the kitchen, kissing Andi's cheek as he went, "happy birthday Winchester."

"It's your birthday Andi?" Lucy asked right on cue as she cringed.

"Yeah but it's no big deal," Andi muttered, wiping the counter and moving to turn on the OPEN sign.

"Yes it is! How old are you now?" She asked, following Andi to the door while pulling her long thick blond hair into a bun.

"If I remember correctly, you are twenty six my friend," Bill said.

"Really? And you're still here? Jeez we need to find you a man, girl! What about that one guy from Seattle who's camped here? He was cute!" Lucy pointed at the small cluster of tents.

"I don't need a man thank you very much. They aren't my style," she muttered.

Lucy's eyes widened for a quick moment, then shrank back to normal size, "oh! Well, what about that cute girl with her other friends? She was checking you out last night."

Andi smiled at the gesture, "Thank you Lucy, but I really don't think I need anyone right now. Plus, she was like eighteen and that's gross. I'm not a cougar. Now can you please go pick up the newspapers from the store and set them out? We'll be opening in a few minutes." she asked, flipping through the iPod and choosing today's playlist.

"Sure thing girl! Be back in a few!" Lucy called over her shoulder as the quiet sounds of classic rock filled the bar. "And happy birthday!"

She smiled and turned on the TV, flipping to the news station. Andi looked up suddenly at the screen as the headline "Apocalypse?" flew across the bottom. Her stomach dropped as images of buildings crumbled down to ruins were shown.

She didn't expect her old life to find her so fast.