Okay, writer's block sucks. I had started this chapter twice and didn't like it; so finally something decent came out. Also, I know there's been a lot of dialog so far, but I'm just trying to build up the mystery behind and the relationship between him and Dean and Sam. Action is coming very, very soon; I promise. Once more, the boys are not mine; I'm just having fun. Andy and siblings are mine, their heritage comes from many different backgrounds. One last note italics between ** means it's a dream.

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**Flashes of red and black cross the screen. Gasps of breaths are heard. A scalpel carves out symbols and sigils across a bare chest; the whiteness of bone visible in some areas. The scalpel traces up towards the heart, digging deeper into the flesh. A scream of pain erupts as Dean's face flashes into view and twisted claws reach out for his-** "Dad, Wake up!!"

Dean's hand shoots out from underneath his pillow as he aims a sideswipe with his Bowie at his attacker; still caught in the horror of his nightmare. Andy grabs his wrist just as the blade nicks the side of his arm. He twists Dean's wrist down letting the blade dive into the bed and uses his other elbow to press his weight down on his father's struggling form. "Come on Dad; please wake up!!"

Dean's eyes snap open and he instantly focuses on the face in front of him. "Who are…Andy," he says quietly.

Andy gives a smile half smile. "Figured you'd still need time getting use to me." He pulls his arm back and lets go of Dean's wrist. "You okay?"

Dean lets out a snort as he rubs his face. "Fantastic." He looks down at the Bowie sticking out of the mattress and then up at the red stain on Andy's button-up. "Did I hurt you?"

Andy gives Dean a confuse look, and then follows his gaze to his arm. He rolls up the sleeve and sees a small gash from the attack. "I didn't even notice," Andy says with a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry." Andy looks back over at his father to see him unable to look at him.

"Dad, it wasn't your fault. The nightmares…" Andy shifts around uncomfortably. "It wasn't your fault. Besides," Andy says as he walks over to the sink. "I've gotten worse before."

Dean arches his eyebrow as he turns back to Andy. "From me?"

Can of worms; remaining shut. "No not from you, but from my siblings." Andy grabs a towel off the rack while flipping the water on. "The whole elfish-vampire mix has us constantly dealing with the supernatural and sometimes," he runs the towel through the water, wrings it, and presses it against the cut. "Sometimes, you end up fighting against the people you know best." More times than I want to think about.

"Sounds vaguely familiar," Dean mutters. He looks around. "Where's Sam?"

"There's a note on the stand next to you; says that Sam went to grab breakfast." Andy pulls the towel away from his arm and smile at his reflection."

"How's that cut?"

"It's gone." Andy turns back around. "Great thing about having elfish and vamp blood-." Andy voice dies as he sees Dean holding snapshots in his hand and Andy's jacket lying next to him. DAMNIT!! "I thought I put those in my jean pocket.

"When was this taken?" Dean looks up at him as he holds up a picture of a younger Andy and an older Dean on either side of the Impala; both raising beer bottles to the camera.

Andy smiles as he takes the photo. "Beginning of my Junior year of high school. I had just gotten home from school. Dad-Spike-was away on business and you were out front working on the car. You tossed me a wrench and told me to 'get my ass over here and show me these mechanic skills you've heard so much about.' We worked on the car for about an hour and then you pulled two beers out of the cooler and handed me one. I said I was only sixteen and then you crack that you were already drinking tequila at that age. That's when Mom came out." Andy starts laughing. "I thought she was going to kill you for letting me drink. Instead, she took this." Andy hands the photo back to Dean. "It always has been one of my favorites of us."

"It's got a great story behind it, too," Dean chuckles as he looks at the next photo. "Your siblings?"

Andy sits down next to Dean as he looks at the photo. Two women, one with chin length auburn hair and one with flowing sandy brown, are sitting on either side of a man with thick, curly auburn hair. A cake is sitting in front of them. "25th birthday." He shrugs a little. "They're 30 now, but it's a great shot of them." Andy points to the light brunette. "That's Rose; the oldest. She's one of the smartest people I know and is definitely has the big sister rule down pat, but she's a sweetheart. That Dru-Drusilla," moving over to the red head girl. "You'd like her; she's kinda the tomboy jokester of the family, like Mom. She's the sister I can turn to for almost anything." Andy taps the photo of the man in the middle. "Then there's James, who been mediator from almost day 1." Andy shakes his head. "Rose and Dru are so completely opposite that there have been times where he's kept them from killing each other." Andy lets out a soft sign. "James and I don't always see eye to eye on everything, and as I've mentioned before, sometimes supernatural events make things worse, but I couldn't ask for a better big brother."

Dean looks over at Andy. "Sounds like you have a pretty close family." He starts to flip to the next picture, but snaps his head over at the door as Sam walks in holding Styrofoam take-out boxes. Oh shit! Andy lets out a low hiss as he sees the bottom half of the next photo. He snatches all the photos out of Dean's hand and slips them into his back pocket. Dean turns back to Andy in surprise and narrows his eyes as Andy looks away.

Sam notices the silent exchange between the two of them. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's great." Andy bounces off the bed and helps Sam with the boxes. "About time you got here; I'm starving."

Sam gives him the boxes and sends Dean a questioning look, but Dean just continues to stare at Andy.

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The Impala drives through the slush and parks on a side street. Dean and Sam get out of the car; decked out in their suits. Dean ducks down to the back window. "What's the girl's name again?"

Andy, stretched out in the back seat, hold up a profile page. "Mallory Teras; 24. The first victim's wife of two year." He holds up a briefcase to the window. "Forgetting something?"

Dean grabs the handle and plus it through the window; bumping it against Andy's head on the way out. Andy's face scrunches as he sends a glare to his father's departing back. Okay so he's still mad about this morning. Probably not helping with the whole trust thing. Andy shakes his head as he looks down at the clipping and notes in the folder; circling and scribbling in his own theories. He glances out the window for a second, and then does a double take when he sees a woman walking down the street, pushing a stroller. Andy looks down at his notes of the third victim, Mike Rifter. A picture of his girlfriend is attached and it's the same girl walking by. Andy glances up to be sure, and then puts the folder in the front seat. He opens the door and slips on his jacket as he starts following her. Andy races ahead as the woman slips on the ice and catches her arm before she falls. "Whoa, I gotcha."

The woman looks up and sees Andy smiling at her. "Thank you," she says as she regains her balance. "Geez, I'm such a klutz."

Andy shrugs. "This weather makes everyone a little klutzy. I didn't mean to scare you." He holds out his hand. "Andy Corvin. I'm visiting my aunt and uncle down the street."

She shakes his hand. "Teressa Marloon. I live at the end of the street."

Andy glances around the hood of the stroller to see a little baby bundled in pink blankets looking up at him. "And who is this cutie?"

Teressa smiles down at her. "This is Carmen." She stoops down to adjust the blankets.

Andy kneels down on the other side. "Hi Carmen." He brushes his fingers under her chin and Carmen smiles at him.

Teressa looks up at him. "She likes you. You have any kids?"

Andy smiles back at Carmen, then looks up. "I have a couple nieces and nephews, so I get to be Uncle Andy several times a week."

Teressa stands back up. "Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here." She walks to the back of the stroller

Andy follows her. "Thanks. This place seems pretty quiet, but my aunt mentioned something about weird drowning in the neighborhood. Like three guys now."

Teressa's face lost all the happiness that she had. "Four, actually. My boyfriend, Carmen's father, was the third victim."

"Teressa, I'm sorry. My aunt didn't give me any names. I didn't know."

"It's alright. It's not-" Her voice cracks. "I'm just having a hard time knowing that I'll never see him again."

Andy looks back the Impala. "I can understand that," he says quietly; more to himself. He turns back to Teressa. "Was your boyfriend upset or anything that day when he went out to work?"

Teressa gives Andy a weird look. "No he wasn't upset. He was happy; really happy. Mike had just found out that he and his friend Stephan were going to get transferred to the East Coast; all moving and housing expenses paid for."

"Stephan? That wouldn't be Stephan Krossmore, the last guy who died, would it?" Andy asks her.

Teressa pauses for a second then looks back at him. "Yeah, actually it was. Do you think that was part of it?"

My money's on yes… Andy shakes his head. "Probably not," he lies. "It just a coincidence."

"Yeah, I guess." She holds out her hand. "It was nice to meet you Andy."

Andy takes her hand. "You too, Teressa." He nods towards the stroller. "You two stay safe."

Teressa returns the smile. "We will."

Andy watches as Teressa pushes the stroller across the street and then jogs back to the car; flinging the door open as he grabs the notes and starts flipping through them. He runs his finger down the sheet and a victorious look crosses his face. "Gotcha."

"Gotcha what?" Andy looks up to see Sam and Dean walking back to the car. "Did you find some new information 'cause we got nothing in there?"

"This is why I'm so good at this job," Andy says with a small smirk. He holds out the folder. "I know who the ghost is targeting."

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