Sam was in the Bunker, lounging on his laptop. It was an off-day for the Winchesters. Which was strange, considering Dean's current situation. It was getting late, around 4:30 AM, and Sam needed a break from the research he was doing on the Mark of Cain. Maybe there's a way to cure it, like with the demon, he thought to himself. He jumped when he heard a chuckle. He looked around and saw a slim figure hiding in the shadows.

"The rumors about you are true, I guess. Self-sacrificing, co-dependent, and tall." A girl stepped out, dark brown hair with tinges of red hair, short-cropped with a fringe covering her brown eyes.

She was tall, 5'9" or taller, and she was pale, sickly looking, wearing a black leather jacket, black biker boots, and dark green cargo pants. Her dark blue shirt was baggy enough to reveal a black undershirt. It looked tight, which might explain the lack of...breast. Sam sat up in his seat and pulled out his gun. The girl chuckled again and crossed her arms. "Oh, Sammy. That little toy isn't going to hurt me. Haven't you learned anything?"

"Who are you?"

"Sweetie, I have many names. But, I guess you can call me Andy," she said with an over-dramatic sigh. Sam cocked his head a little, clenching his jaw and swallowing hard.

"Ok. What are you?" The girl, or Andy, grinned wide. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were pitch black. Sam scrambled up and aimed the gun at Andy's face, eyes narrowed. "A demon." Andy waved.

"Hi." Andy looked around the Bunker, then sat down in one of the chairs, slouching with her legs spread. Sam watched this behavior with hidden interest and sat down also, gun still trained on the demon.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Andy pouted.

"I can't visit the Boy King?" Sam scoffed.

"You're a little late."

"I still want you as king, Sammy Boy. Even though Yellow-Eyes is dead and gone and Lucifer has been defeated. You'd be a good one." Sam apprehended the demon warily then set his gun down slowly, against his better judgment. The demon smiled. "Good. This is good. Building up a good trust here." Sam rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Well, I'd like to help you with your brother, but, Ruby kinda ruined your ability to trust fully." Sam frowned.

"How could you help Dean? Crowley would be pissed at you for even talking to us." Andy smirked.

"Crowley can suck my dick, the pompous ass." Sam blinked, glancing at Andy's spread legs, then back at her. "Why, Sammy. Such a sly dog." She laughed, throwing her head back. She disappeared, then reappeared in Sam's lap, face inches from his. Sam's breath caught in his throat as Andy trailed her finger across his jaw.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. You have a lot to learn about demons. We can be...different."Andy stood and brushed herself off. She looked at Sam and smiled darkly. "If you don't let me help you, Dean is going to go down a dark road. There will be fire, Sam. And it's gonna engulf you too." She watched him for a moment before disappearing. Sam's eyes were wide. He didn't even notice the sun come up.

What just happened?