Please note that this is kind of an AU. It's placed in when Sam tries to kill Crowley. Did he really think it would be that easy? This explores my idea of the events afterwards. Still keeping when *spoilers* Dean attempts to kill Cas. You'll catch up in the chapter...oh wait, next chapter.

"Mom, seriously, I'll be okay with you going to bed early."

Andy chuckled when her mother gave her this hopeless look, draped over the edge of the couch. They had been watched back - to - back slasher fics for the better half of the night and it was nearing midnight, her mother was tired and felt bad for leaving her alone. Not because she thought Andy would do anything unsavory, but because she just felt bad about it. Andy had been trying to convince her for a good half hour to go to bed, she would be fine.

"But sweetie -"

"Ma," Andy chuckled, patting her moms knee as she sat up. "I'll be fine. You go to bed, I'll be in bed after this movie. Half hour. Get some sleep."

Her mother sighed and stood. "Goodnight, sweetie," she leaned in and kissed Andy on the forehead. "I'll wake you up at nine, we're having that birthday party here tomorrow and I need your help decorating."

"I got it, I got it," Andy reclined on the headrest, propping her feet up on the other end. "Get some sleep."

Her mother waved a hand at her, shuffling towards the hallway that led back to her and her husbands room. "Alright, alright."

Andy chuckled and pressed play when she heard her mothers door shut. Blood spattered over the wall of a fictional home and Andy plucked up her Cola can, sipping on it slowly. Everything had settled, finally. She'd usually be locked in her room at night, and that was actually pretty usual; she used to just be listening to music in her room. Since her terrible mistake with the stranger named Dean, she'd been crying and trying to get every bit of him out of her head.

She'd been failing, of course, and she remembers Amy - who she had yet to tell in the three weeks since the incident - telling her how she had gotten attached to the first guy she slept with. He took her virginity, he was special in her mind even if she regretted all of it.

Of course, she didn't really regret it in a weird way, once she began to piece together what she did remember from their night. She had never even touched herself in the ways he did.

Her cheeks were burning already and that weird tightness in her belly was starting again. Andy tried to quash the feeling but that only seemed to make it worse.

"Great," she muttered, cheeks bright red.

She went to hit the power button but froze when Thor lifted his head on the floor beside her. His lips twitched as a growl rumbled in his chest, eyes locked on the door. Andy looked over when she heard something rubbed against the wood. Her heart hummed in her chest as she let the television play and padded over to the door, peeking out the peep hole.

It was shaded in red.

She almost screamed for her parents but she heard the groan and her heart fluttered; she knew who that was. Her fingers fumbled with the lock and she jerked the door open.

She did scream when she saw him.

He was leaning against the door frame, blood coating nearly all of him. His leather jacket was torn on the shoulder of the left sleeve and he had a deep gash over his brow. When he saw her, his dull green eyes seemed to light up and she wanted to smile but there. . .there was so much blood.

"Hey, kid," he mumbled.

He collapsed then, leaving her to catch him. Her legs wobbled under his weight and she really began to panic when she heard the footsteps thundering towards her. Her arms tightened around him, now slick with blood and she could feel it soaking into her tank top. Now that her parents were coming, she didn't want to let him go; her father would have him taken away from her.

"Andy!," she heard her dad scream behind her.

After a moment, Dean was lifted off of her and laid on the ground. He groaned in his unconciousness, fingers twitching at his side, one hand tightening over his abdomen; the shine of the blood was blocked by her father, who was cradling her face, trying to get her attention.

"Are you okay, baby girl?"

Andy held her arms out in front of her, staring at the blood shining in the dim porch light. She nodded numbly and looked down at Dean as he groaned, rocking his head back and forth.

"Is he gonna be okay," she whispered.

"Whenever the cops get a hold of him," her father snapped his fingers at her mother. "Call 911."

"No," Andy almost screamed. Her father looked at her like she was crazy. "Daddy please, don't call the cops."

Her father furrowed his brow. "And why not," he gestured to the unconscious man on their floor. "There's a strange man covered in blood in my house, I want the cops to take him out."

Andy shook her head. "Please don't, please. I know him."

"Andy," her mother approached her husbands side. "How do you know him?"

Andy blinked a few times. Too fast - it was all happening way too fast. She never wanted them to know about this, she hadn't even wanted to accept that he was real, what they did was real. But here he was, bloody and unconscious in front of her parents. Andy rubbed her forehead and gestured at Dean, her mouth dry as a bone. What could she say? He took my virginity? I betrayed your trust and had sex with a stranger? An older stranger at that?

"Please," she whispered.

"No," her father spat. "I won't have some stranger in my home - especially when he has blood all over him."

"I'll clean it up," Andy tried.

"You won't touch him. And that's not the point, Andromida," he was fuming.

"Daddy, please," anything, anything to get him to stay within her reach.

"We don't even know the man," her mother interjected.

"I do," Andy all but cried out. "I slept with him, okay? I - Amy talked me out of the house the night before you guys got back from Daddy's event and I guess I thought my virginity was a pretty big thank you for saving me from some drunk guys outside Rusty Nail's."

It just poured out, she couldn't stop it. Weeks of holding it all in, she never kept secrets from her parents. She never usually had secrets to keep from her parents, Dean was the first and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, her heart. But her father had murder in his eyes and her mother was shocked.

"What do you mean you slept with him," her father growled. "He's a grown man, Andromida! What were you thinking?!"

"Ralph," her mother hushed him. "It's a little late for scolding. She made her mistake, time to deal with the situation at hand," despite the calm, the shock and sickness on her mothers face was evident.

Her father looked down at her mother and Andy saw him loosen a little, but it was hardly a change. "You're right," his voice was smooth and. . .unsettling. "First things first, we're not calling the cops."

"We're not," Andy and her mother asked in unison.

Her father shook his head and brushed past the both of them. "No, I'm gonna kill him."

"Ralph," her mother groaned and jogged to catch up with her husband.

Andy stood there for a long moment, even after she heard her parents bedroom door shut. She looked down at Dean, watching his chest rise and fall rhythmically before she decided the door needed to be shut, and she doubted her father would be helping her any time soon. So, she hooked her arms under his and used her legs to drag him across the floor and all the way into the house. Her heels slipped once she had stretched her legs out all the way and her heart shuddered when his head ended up close to an area she still did not want touched. She scrambled away from him and shut the door, locking it before she brushed her hair back from her face.

She looked down at Dean, examining the blood shining in the spastic lighting from the television and decided water was in order.

She stepped around him and walked into the kitchen,opening the cabinet under the sink and pulling out a large Tupperware bowl. She filled it in the sink and grabbed two rags from one of the kitchen drawers before carefully toting the full bowl back into the living room. She set it down to Dean's right, Thor lying on his opposite side with his eyes glued to the possible threat. Andy swallowed nervously and wet the first cloth, starting with his face, careful of the open wound on his brow.

She wondered what could have happened, and why - out of all the people in the world - did he come back to her? Not like they knew each other, she just had a name and memories of being tangled in his arms; she wondered how he remembered their shared night.

When the water in the bowl seems as thick as blood, she stands and grabs the bowl. She rinses it out and refills it, cleaning the rag too and bringing it back as she sat beside him, cross legged.

She contemplated removing his jacket, eyes moving over the blood up the sleeves. In the end, she did remove his arms from the sleeves and found a few cuts and scrapes amidst the dust on his skin. She cleaned them gently before she decided she had done all that she could and dried his skin, emptying the bowl and throwing the rags into the laundry room.

When she returned, she plunked down in the same spot and honed in on the handle of a pistol tucked into his jeans. She looked to his face and decided it was safe. After a few tugs and a good wiggle, she managed to free the gun from his pants and weighed it in her hand. The stock was heavy and the clip was missing three bullets; she had grown up mostly with her grandpa and uncle, her grandpa a Vietnam veteran and her uncle a hunter, well, they were both hunters. But that aside, she knew how dangerous this gun was, but she couldn't place the caliber. It was like the bullets were made by hand.

She leaned over Dean and slid the gun under the couch before settling back into place when she heard a bedroom door click shut. Her mother paused at the threshold of the hallway, brow furrowing as she stared at her daughter sitting so comfortably near a stranger.

"I convinced your father to at least hear what the man has to say," her mother approached slowly. "He's not happy, but he knows you have a better head on your shoulders. Though, I gotta say even I am a little frustrated. . .mostly because you lost your virginity to a stranger."

Andy groaned. "Ma!"

Her mother hiked her shoulders up. "What? I'm your mother, its troubling. What if he has some kind of disease?"

"I think I'm okay," Andy mumbled. "I need help getting him on the couch though."

Her mother nodded, knowing as well as Andy that her father wasn't gonna help this man get comfortable. Once they had him settled on the couch, her mother gave her a distressed glance when she sat in the loveseat near his head.

"I don't feel comfortable with him in the house, let alone, alone with you."

Andy sighed. It was late, she was tired. "Mom, I have Thor," the aforementioned dog was sitting at her feet now, eyes locked on Dean. "I'll be fine. I just wanna be awake when he is so he doesn't disappear again."

That earned her another distressing look from her mother but there were no more objections. "Okay, okay," she looked sick to her stomach. "I don't know if your father will get any sleep so if you need him, I'm sure you can just call him."

Andy nodded. "Okay, ma. Goodnight."

Her mother looked back at Dean once last time. "Goodnight. . .

Andy watched her mother disappear then looked down at Dean, her hand reaching up to stroke his hair. He inhaled in his sleep and his head rocked towards her, she removed her hand and scolded herself.

He was a stranger.

But he had come back to her.

A girl he didn't know, an underage girl he had sex with. Did he even know how bad he screwed her up?

She still had no clue.