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Chapter 4: The Kids are Alright Part 1

"Hydrokinesis." He said smoothly, his voice velvety soft. This man was dangerous, I could feel it. But…I felt like he was misconstrued. Like, he had something deep and dark inside him like a storm upon an ocean that he was trying to fight to control. Why do I always have to find the good in people…it got me into trouble more then it saved me.

"So what does that mean…exactly?"

The man smiled at me. "I can…control water."

I swallowed and watched his hands for a moment and then looked up at his eyes. "Why are telling me this? I could easily tell the guys I was with…you're responsible…"

He smiled again and his face…it was…beautiful. His eyes were a deep blue color and his hair a sandy brown; it was straggly on top of his head. I noticed the cleft in his chin as his head tipped downwards to look at me and his cheekbones were deep, outlining his lips and his eyes somehow.

"You won't tell them…I trust you, Andy."

I knew him…like I remembered knowing Jason. He was a friend I knew…maybe I had even dated at one point. Why couldn't I remember his name?

"I'm sorry…I have to. What you're doing…even if you can't control it, its wrong. It's…hurting people." He frowned. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen. A sad frown shouldn't been on a face so beautiful. "And I couldn't bear lying to Dean."

"Dean." He said. The one word sounded angry.

He suddenly took my face in my hands and I heard Sam and Dean yelling my name from behind me. It was then I noticed…I was on a bridge. I felt rain hit my skin, drenching my clothes.

"I'm so sorry, Andy." He said, kissing my lips. His lips were ice cold, like the water hitting my skin. "I don't really have a choice…"

It was then I realized that…the water wasn't rain. It was the water from the lake below the bridge. He had moved it! Moved it up from the lake to encircle me. I screamed as the water picked me up in a fast and fluid motion and threw me off the bride and into the rest of the icy water below.

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I jolted awake and hit my head on something. "Ow." I swore and rubbed my head. I looked to the side of me and saw I had hit the damn wall. Wait…I was in a diner?

"Andy?" I looked to my left and saw Sam, those worried lines crossing his skin again. He was on the phone with someone and then turned back to the conversation. "Bobby, I'm gonna have to call you back. Yeah." He hung up and looked at me. "You okay?"

"What…?" Was that all I had managed to say. Wow, I was disoriented. I didn't even remember getting up and heading to the diner, where I had apparently fallen asleep on Sam's shoulder.

"You hit your head hard?" He asked and gently brushed my hair to the side, over the bruise forming.

"Ow Sam." I swatted his hand away and a small smile danced on his lips.

"Sorry."

I swallowed and looked down at the cup of coffee in front of me on the table and then looked at Sam. "Sorry I fell asleep on you."

He smiled and something told me he really had no problem with it at all. "Its fine…you're exhausted. That's what happens when a baby keeps you up half the night."

I nearly smacked my forehead. Of course! Now I remembered. Riley woke everyone up last night, crying in loud shrilling sounds. It was the first night that she had done that since she was born. She startled Dean so much that he grabbed a weapon before checking on Riley. He thought she was being attacked. Which, even though she was crying, was unlikely. We salted the doors and windows every night and not to mention she was protected by several charms and demonic traps. Nothing was getting to her unless it was human.

We tried calming her half the night but even Dean couldn't get her to settle. Eventually though, she did…about an hour before we got up to start the day. I could feel my body literally lose energy as I sat up and thought through what had happened. I was exhausted.

"Where's Dean?" I asked Sam.

Sam frowned…was he offended or something. I wanted to roll my eyes but I didn't. Didn't have the damn willpower. "He's taking her to Bobby's for a little. We have another case and he figured that she'd be safe with Bobby and that he hasn't seen her for a while."

I nodded and rubbed my forehead. Good, at least I didn't need to worry about her being safe. "Why were you on the phone with him?"

"Oh," Sam sipped his coffee. "I ordered you pancakes."

I frowned. "You called Bobby to tell him you ordered me breakfast?" He shrugged. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Sam, you're a bad liar. Like…an awful one."

He smirked softly and looked at me. "You can't tell Dean." Wow I didn't like the sound of that. I sighed and nodded. I at least wanted to hear it, telling Dean however was up to me. And if Sam was about to do something stupid, I was telling him.

"It's a demon-dispelling ritual. But…I don't know we're just not adding things up right. We maybe have got the translation wrong."

I shook my head. "Sam, Dean wants us to back off."

He was really angry in a very short amount of time. "And you want to listen to him? Andy, if we don't find something to help Dean, he's going to die. And he's going to go to hell. Not for a short amount of time, for forever."

I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose. "I understand the conditions, okay? But if we screw with this, you could die." I looked up at him.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm supposed to be dead anyways."

I smacked his arm, really hard. "Don't ever say that Sam!" I said, fucking angry and close to tears.

I looked at the table and just stared at it till tears made my eyesight blurry. I felt him shift a couple times and then move closer, putting an arm around me. He rubbed my shoulder, moving my frame a little. It made the tears disconnect themselves from my eyes and they fell down my cheeks, plopping onto the table and my jeans.

I felt his lips in my hair, which made me uncomfortable but I let him do it anyway. Pulling away now wasn't going to make anything better. "I'm sorry." He said.

I licked my lips and sniffled. "You both are ridiculous. If things wouldn't have worked out the way they are now…you'd both be dead. Dean would have died when he had that heart attack and you…well, you know." I felt sobs burn in my chest. "And I'd be all alone…"

I felt Sam's lips frown against my head and he turned me so I folded into his chest. He held me closely and rubbed my back gently. "Shh." He said softly. "I'm sorry, okay? You're right. You're right." He sighed and I breathed in his vanilla scent. "I'll…" It was hard for him to say, I could tell. "I'll settle down on the search."

If I wasn't genuinely upset right now I could have made a crack about how both boys folded so easily when I cried. But I didn't want him to think this was just a joke or a way to get him to do what I wanted. Because it wasn't. He had no idea how terrified I was to lose either of them…or both of them. It was something that…I couldn't bear.

I leaned back after a moment and he handed me a tissue from his coat pocket. I nodded in thanks and blew my nose. After a few moments of composing myself I sipped my coffee. It was lukewarm now, but still drinkable.

"Can I ask you what your dream was about?" Sam asked gently, like I might cry again.

Great. That was so not how I wanted to be seen. "I'm okay." I told him and he just nodded, like he had no idea what I was talking about. Whatever, I didn't want to get into it again. "I uhm, I actually don't know. I mean, it's hard to explain. I was on a bridge with…a man. And from what I could tell, I knew him. Like I knew Jason."

I looked up at him and he realized his eyebrows. "Jason as in I-tried-to-kill-you-Jason?"

I glared at him. "Yes, Sam what other homicidal Jason do you know?"

He sighed. "What about this man?" He was growing impatient, though I couldn't tell if it was from my attitude or from my slow recollection telling of what happened.

"We were on a case that had to do with…people drowning, I guess. It seems like the only logical explanation."

His eyebrows creased. "Why would you think that?"

"Because he told me he could control water. He had the power of," I thought for a moment. "Hydrokinesis." I nodded and looked up into Sam's eyes. "That sound right? Or have you ever heard of that or anyone who could do that?"

Sam sighed softly and licked his lips. "Uh, I'd have to research it and everything but I think there was something about it my dad's journal."

"It couldn't be anything like a water wraith right?"

He shook his head. "No, water wraiths don't leave the shore line. And they can't control water like that; they just lure people to drown."

I nodded softly. "So whoever this," Was friend the right word? "Guy is he's human? And learned to control water?"

"It's possible." He looked at me. "A lot of humans can learn to possess greater abilities through meditation and practice. Kind of like monks…"

I smirked. "Monks? I don't think this guy was a monk."

He smiled and bumped shoulders with me. "I didn't say he was either. He'd have to go to a certain monastery, stay there for years and learn that type of meditation."

"So how could he obtain a power like that?"

He shrugged softly and then leaned back as the waitress delivered our food. I looked down at the pancakes and started spreading butter over them while Sam ate a piece of his bacon. "It could be he was just born with it, or he," He looked at me. "Got it from a demon."

I swallowed and then poured syrup over the pancakes. "Like Jason and Yellow Eyes."

"Yeah." He said softly and sipped his coffee.

I couldn't kill another person…well as far as my dream went looks like I wouldn't get to. The asshole threw me off a bridge. My eyes widened and I dropped my fork, how did I forget that damn detail!?

"Andy?"

I looked at Sam and swallowed. "I uhm, I forgot…he uses the water from the lake under the bridge and he…"

Sam turned to face me and took my hands. "He what?"

I started feeling panicked, hadn't my dreams about Jason turned out the same? Granted, I hadn't died, but Dean almost did, not to mention I had killed him. What if these dreams turned out the same way…what if, what if the drowning I had seen with Riley in the tub was because of this man? Was he going to take me out and Riley too?

"Andy, sweetheart, you're hyperventilating. Please try to relax."

I felt that icy water grip my throat and my chest felt tight. "He…he threw me off the bridge and I drowned in the water, Sam."

He swallowed his face became very serious, protective and worried all at once. I felt like I could read his eyes too, he was thinking the same thing: how could we prevent something like that?

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"You mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" I looked up from Sam's arms to see Dean, standing there in his leather jacket looking…actually looking really pissed. I sniffled and leaned up and Sam's hand drifted down my back and held my lower waist for a moment before letting go. "I leave you with her for two hours and I come back and she's a mess."

"Hey!" I pouted while Sam glared at him. Dean smiled, pushing the table back away from us a little bit so he could take my hand and pull me from the booth without Sam getting up from the seat.

I collided against his chest and wrapped my arms around him, under his jacket. He held me close to him and kissed the top of my head. I could actually tell from his stance that he was angry, but I couldn't tell if it was from me being upset or because Sam was cradling me close when he came into the restaurant. I breathed in his scent, calming down immediately, and decided I wasn't going to try to figure out which one it had been.

"Something happen?" He asked softly.

I swallowed and nodded softly, rubbing my face against his chest. I kissed his neck and then pulled back. I shimmied into the other side of the booth and took my plate from across the table. Dean sat next to me and started picking at my food with a fork. I smiled softly and rested my head on his shoulder as he ate. It was weird how much I missed him when he went away…maybe it was because I was on a timer with him. I couldn't bear remember the numbered days I had left with him.

"I didn't do anything." I heard Sam say, knocking me out of my daydreaming.

"Huh? Oh right, Dean, Sam wasn't the reason I was upset. I had a dream about a man who could control water." Sam nodded and Dean looked down at me as I spoke. "He threw me off a bridge and…I drowned." I swallowed, that last word was so quiet I'm surprised Dean heard it.

"You know who it was?"

I shook my head. "No, I had a feeling I knew him…but," I shrugged. "No idea."

Dean swallowed and stole a piece of Sam's bacon. "You know this isn't the last serving of bacon that they have." Sam commented dryly. "You can order your own breakfast."

Dean smiled at him. "I know…food always seems to taste better coming off of other people's plates."

I smirked softly and snagged my plate back from him. I could tell he was pouting at me but I refused to look and ate some of my pancakes.

"Did you recognize the bridge?" He asked me next as he looked for the waitress.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the bridge and what it looked like. I shook my head as Dean snagged the waitress and ordered some bacon, sausage and eggs with some toast. "No, it just looked like…any other bridge. I mean there was nothing that made it stick out."

Dean sighed and stroked my hair. "Well, we'll figure out. Meanwhile, I picked up a newspaper and look here." He took it out of his jacket and opened the folded paper to face Sam.

Sam scrunched his eyebrows as he looked at the paper, like he was scrutinizing it. "Cicero, Indiana…Guy falls on his own power saw." Sam looked up at Dean. "That's it? One power saw?"

I shrugged softly and looked at the paper. "Maybe…it's a haunting or some type of curse?"

"Or he was a drunk guy who wandered into his work place and fell on a power saw."

"Yeah, but how often do we run into cases and it's just a 'drunk guy'?" Dean asked, rolling his eyes and sipping my coffee again.

The waitress set down Dean's breakfast, gave him a smile and walked back to the kitchen. I sighed softly and ate a piece of toast off his plate. "So we can at least check this out."

Sam looked at Dean for a long moment…and I could tell Dean was avoiding his eyes, picking at his food and sipping his coffee. Well, my coffee.

Sam scoffed. "I think Dean wants to check this out for a completely different non-supernatural reason."

I looked up at Dean and then Sam, frowning. "What? Why? Is this about my random water control guy and the bridge?"

Sam shook his head, not even looking at me. "Actually it has nothing to do with you, Andy."

"Shut up, Sam." He shot, quick and suddenly angry. I frowned again, what was going on?

"Wait…I don't understand. What are you…?"

"Two words…Lisa Braeden." Sam said, he sounded smug. Like he was eleven and had just tattled on his brother for staying out late at night with a girl.

I swallowed and felt my heart fall into the pit of my stomach. "Lisa Braeden? Who's that?"

I felt like I was eighth grade again…or well, one of the eighth grade classes out of the many I had been in over the stretch of road trips with John and the brothers. The one eighth grade class I was in, I fell head over heels for this boy in my English class, Tommy Alelect. Well, according to him, he had liked me too. So we had this little fling for the period of time we were in that state and in that school. Until…I found out he was cheating on me. And she was gorgeous, the girl everyone aspired to be and who every guy wanted to date. I remembered walking back to the motel in full sobs and I remembered how angry Sam and Dean were when they heard what Tommy had done. I'm pretty sure Dean had left that night…going to find Tommy and beat the crap out of him. Maybe that's why he hadn't shown up to school the next day.

Regardless, I felt like I did that day…when I discovered Tommy had cheated on me. I felt like stupid that I was missing something that was going on when it was so obvious. I felt ashamed. Had Dean really wanted to take this case to meet up with a girl? Was that…what this was about? That…hurt. A lot.

"Andy? Did you hear me?" I looked up at Dean as tears filled my eyes. His face softened. "Aw sweetheart, she's just…she's a friend. I just wanted to meet up with her, say hello for old time's sake."

I scoffed. "You don't have girls who are friends, Dean. Old time's sake only means one thing with you."

Dean's eyebrows rose. "You think…you think I'm going to have sex with her?"

I bit my tongue so hard I think I tasted blood. Was he as angry as I was? "Please, Dean. What else were you thinking about when you saw that the case was in Indiana?"

His eyes bore into mine and I felt my anger dissipate as I saw how much I had hurt him by saying that. I was instantly sorry. God what was wrong with me? This wasn't two years ago when we first started dating and I actually had to worry that he would come across some other girl and drop me like an old, hole-filled shirt. This was now, closer then ever. Dean had never even spoke about another girl before…we had a baby for Christ's sake! How could I ever say that? I swallowed and felt my mouth turn downward, frowning.

"Dean…" I said softly and that's all it took for him to get up and head towards the door.

Dean left the diner without even looking back at me.

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I literally ran after him…like I seriously bolted from the table and ran outside, following him before he could get in the car and drive away. To the motel, to a bar…fuck to Lisa's house. I couldn't let him get anywhere.

"Dean!"

He didn't stop, he just kept walking and okay, I really deserved that. I deserved being ignored. He got into the car and I went to run in front of the hood when I tripped over the curb.

"Fuck!" I managed to twist my ankle and went down between the curb and the Impala. I guess I deserved this too. I ended up scratching up my two forearms pretty bad, seeing as how I used them as a landing pad.

I heard Dean sigh and get out of the car, rounding to the front. He crouched as I looked up at him. "You know, if it wasn't for your clumsiness and my inability to not care about you…I would have driven away by now."

I swallowed and tears gathered in my eyes, I think it was a combination of my ripped skin, throbbing ankle and just the utter sadness and guilt I had for what I said to him.

"I know." I said softly.

He sighed and gripped my shoulders and helped me up, supporting my weight as my ankle buckled beneath me. He craned his neck to look at my ankle. "Here, lemme see."

I raised my eyebrows and sniffled through the tears. "You want me to raise my ankle all the way up?"

He couldn't fight a small smile over his lips, but it went away as soon as it appeared. "No…I don't expect you to be a gymnast. Sit." He ushered me to the open driver seat and sat me down and crouched again to be eyelevel with my knees. He gently lifted my ankle and I swore, wincing as his thumb ran over a sensitive part.

"Sorry." He said softly, though I couldn't honestly care if he wasn't. I deserved that if he would have done it on purpose.

I swallowed. "I'm the one who should be sorry." My voice cracked but Dean didn't even look up at me.

"You're ankles fine, just a twist. I don't…see any sprain or anything. Can you stand on it?"

Dean had never done that before…blatantly ignored me when I was apologizing. It was a new feeling…and it took a sour hold on my stomach. I suddenly felt like I should panic. What if he was so angry he took it out on me by going to Lisa? God, what was wrong with me? He wouldn't do that to Riley, I was one thing…our baby was another. Why did I suddenly doubt everything I had with him?

I stood and leaned onto my sore ankle. I was hoping it would give out under my weight…so I could just crash into him. I wanted his arms around me and I got my wish. It buckled under the pressure and I was against Dean's chest in an instant. I stayed there for a while, neither of us moving. I decided I wasn't going to let him push me away.

"I'm awful!" I said suddenly, hooking my arms around him. He stood still and I felt his lips move. He was licking his lips. "Please…answer me." I whispered.

He swallowed. "Yeah, you are awful. Happy?"

I shook my head. "No…"

He sighed and looked down at me and frowned. "Your arms are bleeding."

I shook my head again, this time a little more forceful. "I don't care."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, well I kinda do. You're getting it all over my shirt." He pulled me back and I felt my arms stick to the fabric a little. Like peeling a band aid off raw skin.

I swallowed and looked up at his face. Would tears work? Because they were coming anyways. "I'm sorry." And there they went, plopping down my face and hitting his blood stained shirt.

He sighed softly and cupped my face. His thumb trailed under my right eye. He looked like he was about to say something…but then stopped and said something else. "Lemme get the first aid kit." He left me and went to the trunk. I slumped back into car and leaned my head against the seat, closing my eyes.

What was wrong with me? My number one rule of rules that I had made when Dean told me that he was going to hell. Well, more like the second rule, the first one was try not to cry so much and I was failing so fucking hard at that. What could I say? I was an emotionalist. And seeing Dean burn in hell in the back of my mind tended to get strong emotions outta me. My second rule was…don't pick a fight with him. The last thing he needed was a fight with his girlfriend. And the last thing I needed was anger and tension between us. We only had so much time left…and I didn't want to spend it being angry at each other. But I had really hurt him on this one…maybe that's why he wasn't so quick to let this one go.

I sniffled and felt him lift up one of my arms. "Man when you trip, you go all out." I opened my eyes to see him wince as he looked at the other cuts on my other arm. He set the kit down on the pavement and started cleaning the wounds.

I didn't even flinch when he put the antiseptic on my cuts. I just kept looking at him, waiting for him to give me some eye contact…but he never did. So I took my arms out of his hands and cupped his face with both of my palms and forced his face to look at mine.

His eyes reached mine and I kissed him gently. "I'm so, so, sorry."

He licked his lips and took my hands off his face. "Andy, let me just…get this straight, okay?" I nodded once and felt like I was losing him. "I have never felt like this, about one person, in my whole life." I swallowed, not sure if I was following. So I just kept listening. He squeezed my hands. "You are the only one I will ever want to have sex with." He smiled gently and kissed the side of my mouth. "Understand?"

I smiled and blushed, nodding. He licked his lower lip and smiled that crooked grin that always made my stomach tie into knots. He leaned up and kissed me deeply, his hands curling into my hair. I didn't deserve this either. I had made him angry, upset, I had cut him deep and even though he forgave me I could tell that cut still burned a little within. I had hurt him so badly and here he was reassuring me. I didn't deserve him.

I pushed myself closer and rubbed the back of his neck and smiled against his lips. "Want to…make sure I understand?" I asked, spreading my legs so he slid between them.

He chuckled, very sexily I might add. "Of course…I lead best by example."

I laughed as he picked me up and pushed me all the way into the car and closed the door.

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After dropping Sam off at the motel I went with Dean to Lisa's house. I insisted that I didn't need to go with him, that I sincerely trusted him. And I did. But he was insisting that I go, he said he wanted me there. Needed me there. So either he was trying to prove a point or he didn't trust himself to be around her by himself. I was definitely going with the first option.

"Dean, you don't have to prove anything to me." I said softly, playing with my shirt as he parked the car across the street from Lisa's house.

"You've said that…how many times?" He looked at me and smirked.

I smiled sheepishly. "Five."

He smiled back and took my hand, kissing the knuckles. "I want you here with me. Not to prove a point or to…" He shrugs. "Keep me well behaved." How was he reading my mind like that? "I want you here because I can't stand to be away from you." I smiled softly and leaned over to kiss his cheek, I let my lips linger and he smiled leaning down to kiss my nose. "Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay." I kissed his lips once and got out of the car with him. We walked to the door, hands held and Dean sighed, knocking. The door opened and a gorgeous brunette smiled at Dean when she saw him.

"So…" I said softly. "This must be Lisa."

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