A/N: Well, we'll just get right to it, as I have nothing of great importance to say. Except that I'm sorry for the wait, and that I realize this is a rather short chapter. I thought y'all might need something to tide you over 'til I can get back on the ball, so to speak. As always, I adore reviews, be they good or bad!

~wwsadd

When the Shit Meets the Fan

(Andie's PoV)

I guess, in hindsight, I was lucky that Caleb didn't die of shock. His eyes did bug nearly completely out of his head though. Which I must admit was somewhat entertaining. However, the look on Reid's face was terrifying. I could hardly believe that I was letting myself be scared of his flat-black eyes. I grew up with these morons, why was I letting myself get wigged out by their freaky powers now? I knew they'd die before they hurt me.

I mentally cursed John Winchester to the deepest pits of hell; something that had become a depressingly commonplace for me. "This is not the place for this." Pogue warned, a hand outstretched toward the each of the two most outspoken Sons of Ipswich.

I scoffed, though my hands shook slightly until I balled them into fists. "What, you don't think the whole floor would like a 3:00 a.m. production of Crazy Town in real time?" I asked sarcastically. My brother's best friend shot me a very dirty look. "I threw my hands up in mock-surrender. "Geez, sorry. Let's take it to the Colony House, okay?" I asked, softening my tone. I had, after all, been the one to cause their current freak out (what a shocker there).

Caleb, his naturally brown eyes turning black and flaming over, strode the three feet over to me and grabbed my hand. The next second I felt like I was being dropped on my head, my feet finding no purchase on the carpet that should have been there. Colors blended together dizzyingly—sickeningly—until everything stopped and I could breathe again. I glowered at my brother. He'd never done something like that before. Mr. Stickler-for-Rules had just transported us the 15 miles out of town to the dilapidated Colony House that had been in our family for centuries. "What the fuck, Caleb!" I complained, yanking away from him and taking deep breaths of the cool air. I received no reply but a dark look from my older brother as his eyes faded back to normal.

We didn't have to wait long enough for the silence to become awkward. The rest of the boys showed up within moments, and we all trudged around the back of the house and down into the dark cellar. Familiar books lined the shadowed walls; candles sparked to life as we descended the stone steps, and stood in a ceremonial circle around the raised dais in the middle of the roughly-hewn dungeon-like room.

Minutes passed. I was so not going to be the one that started whatever apocalypse was headed my way. I was not going to be the first one to speak. Tyler and Pogue seemed to be battling it out mentally for who was going to break the silence.

Ty finally sighed. "Okay, let's get this over with. Andie, what the hell happened?" He asked, and I could tell that it took him some serious effort to keep his voice light. I smiled tentatively in appreciation.

"Didn't you get my letter?" I hedged. Lying to them made me sick, but the truth was impossible. They'd go so ballistic that the Winchesters would be cleaning house for a decade.

"Cop. Out." Reid spat. I stuck my tongue out at him. "You were with him, weren't you?" He asked, as though I'd spent the last few months playing house with the devil or something. Begrudgingly I noted to myself that he was arguably -ironically- close to the truth.

"What are you, jealous or something? Jesus, you guys need to calm down. Dad knew I was leaving and he was okay with it. He trusts me, why don't you?" I asked brashly. Reid's glower increased in intensity, if that was even possible.

"Stop it Andromeda. We were worried. And we deserved more than a fucking letter." He replied shortly, his eyes flashing with fire. I had to force myself to stand my ground. How had the Winchesters managed to turn me against my own family? I wanted to kick myself for my continuing apprehension around them. They had never hurt me before. They never would hurt me… voluntarily…. Right?

Gripping my fingers into fists again, I waited for my heart rate to slow before answering him. "I know. And I really am sorry for that. But think about it, if I had talked to you guys directly you would never have let me leave." I pointed out. Caleb and Reid both looked ready to interrupt me, but I barreled on, ready to be done with this business. "And it had nothing to do with Dean Winchester, okay? We aren't even together anymore; I haven't seen or heard from him in months. This was about me, needing to find a way to keep my head this year. I'm human, remember? I'm not genetically equipped to deal with you guys' supernatural bull shit. I had to figure out how I was going to be able handle it." I asserted. I nearly laughed, realizing that I'd now had to point out my human-ness to both sides. Sucks to be me.

For a moment it seemed no one had anything to say. Yes, I had lied. My leaving had a lot to do with Dean Winchester. But I had also told the truth. Serious soul-searching had been a very real part of my…leave of absence. Looking around at my friends' faces, I made a mental note that they all seemed to believe me this time. I had gotten good at lying. Reid should have been able to see right through me.

"So… you guys are done then?" Tyler asked hesitantly. I gave half a shrug, trying to seem nonchalant. "Yeah. It was never really serious or anything. Mostly I just got a kick out of how not-scared of you all he was." I said with a smirk.

"Very funny D." Pogue replied, throwing in an eye roll for good measure.

"Well I certainly thought so." I snarked back. "…So are we cool then?" I asked hesitantly, praying the answer was yes. I didn't know how much more of this I could handle running on little sleep and an overdose of adrenaline.

Caleb gave me an exasperated glare. "You get your butt enrolled in school in time to start class on Monday and we'll be fantastic." He remarked. I scowled.

"Oh come on Caleb. Like the Provost would even consider letting me back in. Besides, I hate school." I whined.

"I don't care. You are not dropping out of high school." He demanded.

I rolled my eyes and gave him my best you've-got-to-be-shitting-me look. "We're talking about Spenser Academy, Caleb. No one not headed for Harvard tortures themselves by calling that place high school." Reid snorted.

"Man, she kind of has a point."

Caleb groaned.

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(Sam's PoV)

I couldn't believe that Dad had made such a simple mistake. But his stupid cell phone wouldn't stop going off, and I was trying to sleep. Pulling myself out of the crappy-motel-room bed, I stumbled over to the counter and picked up the offending object. "John Winchester's phone." I muttered, hoping it wasn't some pyscho on the other end with a question about how to be a better ghost-buster.

"Sammy? Why do you have Dad's phone?" I sighed in relief. At least it was only Dean.

"He forgot it. What's up?" I asked, making my way over to the bed again and falling back down onto it, the phone still pressed to my ear.

Dean mumbled some choice words under his breath (and by choice I mean ones I only ever heard on HBO). "Wonderful. Okay, well just let him know I'm headed back to Ipswich the next time you see him." I was more than just a little confused. Ipswich was where Andie was from. And we all knew she was human. There was no reason to go after her, especially since she could definitely kick Dean's ass.

"Uh… why?" I finally asked, after debating whether or not to even ask. Chances were he was just going to tell me to mind my own business. He didn't like talking about her anymore.

"It's a long story bro. I'm just going to check on Andie, alright? She's not going to be able to keep everything under control where her family is involved. Just let Dad know where I'm at. And be good." He stressed. I knew that meant the conversation was over. Lo and behold, the call cut off half a second later.

"Bye." I said, to no one in particular.

Someone was going to be in trouble, I just knew it. What I didn't know was if it was Andie or Dean that was in for it. I was putting my money on Andie.