Okay, new chapter; new action. Once again, I don't own Dean, Sam, or Castiel. Those are all Kripke branded. Andy is mine, but he is a combination of several backgrounds. Just as a small warning, there is a small about of sexual humor in the middle; nothing too bad. Enjoy!

The motel door swings open and Dean and Sam rush through; carrying a lifeless Andy between them. They set him down on Dean's bed and Dean's starts pulling off his jacket. "Should we get him to the hospital?" Sam asks as he rushes to grab the emergency kit out of his duffel.

"And tell them what actually? That he manage to drive a car 5 ½ miles across town with a two inch branch through his lung before passing out?" Dean throws back at him as he pulls out his switchblade and cuts off Andy's bloody shirt. His hand knocks against the stake and Andy's body lets jerks to the side as he starts coughing up blood. Dean flinches back at this, and then starts tapping at Andy's face. "Hey Andy, come on; open your eyes."

"He still alive?!" Sam looks down at disbelief.

" 'm 'most immortal, 'cle Smy," Andy's voice slurs out; his eyes still closed. "Not fir' time sabed shrp 'ject."

"Andy, I gonna need you to open your eyes," Dean says as he pulls the gauze away from the wound.

Andy lets out a low hiss as the gauze sticks to the wound. " 'ot gonna like it," he mutters. "Vamp in pain, 'meber?"

Sam looks over at Dean in confusion, but Dean just nods. "I know and I understand. Just do it."

Andy turns his head to the two brothers and opens his eyes. Red halos circle yellow irises surround black pupils dilated in pain. Sam jumps back, but Dean's only reaction in a slight twinge of his lip. "Saw Skp like 'is?" Andy guesses as he looks up at his dad.

Dean nods. "Once. It let me see that he wasn't the animal I thought he was." He looks down at the post in Andy's chest. "Is there any way to get this out of you without making it worse?"

Andy tries to push himself up, but nearly doubles over in pain. Dean grabs his shoulder and slowly pulls him up onto the headrest. "'ll be 'ble to heal 'self when 's out. Need blood. Dufl bag…" Andy's eyes flicker closes again as a line of blood drips down from his mouth.

"Damn it!" Dean grabs Andy's jacket and after going through all the pockets; finds his hotel keys and turns to Sam. "Sam I need you to go to his room and get one of his blood packs." He throws him the keys. "Now."

Sam catches the keys, but looks back down at Andy. "Dean, you saw his eyes and you barely flinched. This is just so a little-"

"Weird? Bizarre?" Dean grabs one of the fresh gauze strips and wipes the blood off Andy's face. "Sammy, he's still my son. Please."

Sam gives Andy and Dean one last look before he tears out the motel door. He runs to the next door and uses Andy's key to open the door. Sam spots Andy's duffel near the door and starts tearing through it; pulling out rolls of clothes and emergency bags, but no blood packs. "Oh God, what if he's out?" Sam whispers in panic.

"He is," a monotone voice answers. Sam looks up to see Castiel standing in front of him holding several blood packs. "Once he's healthy again; Andúril will need to start looking into hospitals." He hands the bags to Sam. "These should help for now."

"Thank you," Sam says as he turns back to the door, but stops abruptly. "Cas, just tell me one thing." Sam turns back to the angel. "Are the secrets Andy's keeping dangerous to us?"

Castiel's piercing blue eyes stare straight into Sam; making him uneasy. "Whether Andúril tells you the truth or not is up to him, but I will tell you one essential fact about Andy." He looks at the dividing wall of the two rooms. "He is more like his father than you could ever understand."

"What the hell does that" Sam starts to ask, but in a flutter of wings, Castiel disappears. "mean?"

Andy's eyes blink open sluggishly to see his dad wiping down his forehead with a cool wet towel. The left side of his mouth twitches into a half smile. "I've woken up… to this sight… more times…than I want to…remember."

"Hey, sunshine," Dean looks down at him. "You've lost a lot of blood, I thought you were…out for the count."

"Blood loss…won't kill me…it just…makes me weak…and hungry," Andy looks away at the last part.

"Don't worry; Sam will be back with your blood pack." Dean looks over at the door expectantly.

Andy shakes his head slowly. "He'll have to…go to the hospital…first." Dean looks back at Andy in alarm. "I drank the last…pack Cas brought me…yesterday. Wasn't expecting…to get skewered…by Popeye's power…hungry cousin."

"Then how are you-" Dean starts to say, but the hotel door slams open and Sam strides in; blood bags in hand.

"Sorry it took so long," Sam says as he sets the bags on the nightstand. "Andy's out of his original supply, but Cas showed up with these to help you heal."

Andy nods his head. "Alright…now comes…the fun part. I gonna…need you guys…to grab my shoulders…and pull me forward." Sam and Dean briefly exchange looks, but follow Andy's orders; Dean grabbing his left shoulder and Sam holding his right. Slowly they pull him into a sitting position further from the headrest; Andy letting out hisses of pain during his repositioning. "Okay…Dad grab one…of the pillows…behind me." Dean grabs it and starts to hand it to Andy, but he gestures to wait. "You're going to…need to push it…out through my…back…lesser damage…to be added. On three." He grabs the pillow from Dean. "You guys count." Andy pushes the pillow into his mouth.

"Sam, you push; I'll pull." Dean gently grabs the end sticking out of his back and Sam places his hand against the front end. "On three." Dean catches Sam's eyes and they share a look. "One." Sam pushes hard against the stake and Dean pulls it out of Andy's back. Andy lets out a muffled strangled cry of torment through the pillow as he starts jerking and convulsing within the grip of his dad and uncle. "Andy?! Andy just breath!" Dean throws the post at Sam as he pulls the pillow out of Andy's mouth and presses down on both of his shoulders to contain the convulsion.

"How's he supposed to breathe? He's got a two inch hole in one of his lungs!" Sam exclaims as he throws the branch in the corner.

"Crack open one of those bags," Dean orders. Sam grabs one of the blood bags and twists the seal open. He turns back to Andy, but flinches as he sees Andy's fangs fully extended and his yellow eyes filled with bloodlust. "Sam!!" Dean yells at him. Sam snaps out of it and places the plastic tubing inside Andy's mouth and squeezes down on the bag. Blood squirts out of the bag; filling Andy's mouth as he starts to choke the liquid. "Come on Andy, it's alright; just swallow it." Dean murmurs gently to him; rubbing his shoulders as he wills the convulsion to die down. Andy swallows a small portion of the blood as the rest spills out of his mouth. Dean props him up on his shoulder and takes the blood bag from Sam. "Come on Andy; just relax," Dean whispers as he squirts a little of the blood into Andy's mouth. Andy swallows it quickly and lets out a little whimper as he tries to suck on the piping as his seizures die down. Dean continues to sprays small amounts of blood into Andy's mouth until he was able to suck the blood down himself. Sam cracks open a second bag and hands it to Dean after Andy's finishes the first pack. Three quarters through the second bag, Andy's breathing evens out and his eyes drift close. Dean gentle sets him down on the bed.

"Geez, look at that," Sam gestures down at Andy's chest. The hole is starting to shrink down and healing itself.

"Guess Andy was right about that blood helping him," Dean says as he stands up and stretches. He looks back down at Andy sleeping. "God; he looks so young."

Sam nods his head slowly as he looks at Andy. "He really does look like you." Sam looks back up at Dean. "I'll stay with him you want to…," he gestures at Dean's blood soaked shirt. "Get cleaned up."

Dean looks down at himself and gives a small smile. He walks over to his duffel on the table, grabs a clean shirt, and head to the bathroom.

Sam pulls up one of the chairs next to the bed and sits down; watching Andy's chest move up and down slowly. "'More like his father than you could ever understand,'" Sam repeats Castiel's words as he looks over his nephew.

Andy's head shifts to the side as he opens his eyes and blinks against the cloudy sunlight coming through the window.

"Hey kiddo," Dean's voice whispers from the other side of the room. Andy rolls his head over to see his Dad sitting next to him; leaning forward to check on him. "You doing okay?"

"Almost," Andy's raspy voice answers. He reaches up to rub his throat, then lets his hand trail back down his chest; brushing against the faint pink scar that use to be a two inch hole. "Is there any blood left?"

"Yeah; one." Dean turns around and grabs the last blood bag sitting on the dresser. He hands it to Andy, who cracks open the seal quickly, but then looks down at it uneasily. "What, not the right blood type?"

"No, I just…" Andy looks over at the opposite wall. "I never wanted you to see me drink."

"Andy, I was feeding you that last night when you could barely breathe," Dean retorts as he shakes his head. "If it keeps you alive and healthy, and you're not actually feeding of humans; then I can live with it."

Andy looks back over at his dad and sees the truth in words. Slowly he lifts the tubing to his lips and begins sipping the blood. Andy's eyes keep flickering nervously over at Dean, who just rolls his eyes, grabs the bag, and gives a hard squeeze. Andy's eyes widen as he swallows the mouthful of blood and shoots a dark look at his dad.

Dean just smiles at Andy. He glances down briefly; then does a double-take when he sees the pink scar on his son's chest disappear as he finishes the blood. "I guess that explains your lack of battle scars."

Andy shrugs as he gets up off the bed and tosses the empty blood bag in the trash. "Yeah, less explaining I have to-," He looks over at the clock. "It's 1 pm! Holy crap, how long have I been out?"

"About 11 hours. I wasn't sure if we had gotten to you…" Dean looks down. Oh crap. I forgot he's not use to this. Dean looks back up at Andy. "You ever do that again and I'll tan your hide."

Andy lets out a snigger. "I doubt it…old man." Andy ducks as Dean throws the TV remote at him, then reaches out and catches it before it hits the window.

"Slick moves," Dean snarks as he walks over to the table. "Sam grabbing us lunch and then we're taking off."

Andy tosses the remote on the bed. "Give me five minutes to pack," he says as he heads out the door

Andy opens his door and stops dead in his tracks. "What the hell are you doing here?" he whispers ferociously as he sees Jaydean stretched out on his motel bed; dresses in black leather pants, a low-cut white and blue slash shirt, and white stilettos; casually flipping through a magazine.

"Gotta say, Cosmopolitan really hasn't changed much over the years." Jaydean looks up at Andy glaring daggers at her. "But technology of personal pleasure has definitely gone up." She throws the magazine on the floor. "I'm told that my cousin got a two inch piece of drift wood stabbed through his chest and you're asking me what I'm doing here?"

Andy rolls his eyes as he crosses the room. "It's so sweet of you to care about how I'm doing," he says as he grabs his duffel, then smiles to himself. "But dressing like a prostitute while working with angels could give someone mixed signals." Andy flips around and catches an arrow that was centimeters from going through his back. He smiles mockingly as he burns the arrow into ash and looks over at a scowling Jaydean holding a crossbow aimed at his chest. "Do you really want to send another piece of wood through my body after I just got done healing the first one?"

Jaydean arches her eyebrow as she considers the idea, then grabs the strap hanging off the bottom of the crossbow. She puts it over her shoulder as she slides off the bed and walks over to Andy. "You're lucking I'm in such a caring and generous mood right now."

"Yeah," Andy says as he shakes the ash off his hands. "Caring." He nods towards his bag. "You packed my bag for me?"

Jaydean smiles as she crosses her arms. "I can be a sweetheart when I want to." Andy gives her a small smile. "I also snagged a few more blood pouches for you. If either of them asks, just tell them Castiel got them for you." She looks out the window. "Cas' got me on a mission to Ancient Greece; get some info on treaties and-" Waving her hand. "other crap. Think you can keep yourself alive without me watching your back?"

Andy gives her a smirk. "Yeah I think I can manage." He lets his eyes wander over her form-fitting outfit. "Are you going to be okay when the only thing covering you is some miniscule toga?"

Jaydean throws a left swing, which Andy blocks and hooks his arm around her left; pulling her back first into his arms with his left arm around her waist. "You're a bastard," Jaydean growls at him.

Andy just smiles and gives her a peck on the neck. "And what does that make you?" He lets go of her, but quickly grabs her upper arms before she attacks again. "Jaydean, I know you would love nothing more than to kill me, but before you do," Andy pulls her into a hug. "Thank you for helping me with that woman and her baby."

Jaydean returns his hug; gently rubbing his shoulders. "You know I'm always here for you." Her voice grows thoughtful. "Please think about what Cas told you. Being honest about what happened…" Jaydean pauses as she feels Andy tense up. "I'm just saying; it might be something to consider."

Andy pulls away with a painful look in his eyes. He opens his mouth to respond, but is interrupted by the car horn of the Impala. Andy walks over to the window and looks out to see Dean and Sam in the car; waving at him. Andy waves back and gives a one minute sign. He turns back to Jaydean, who walks beside him; out of view range with the Impala, and hands him his duffel with a pointed look on her face. "I'll think about it. Thanks again; for everything." Jaydean just nods as Andy opens the door and walks out.

Andy walks out to the Impala, opens the back door and throws his duffel. He climbs into the backseat. "Do you guys mind if we make one last stop?" Andy glances back at the hotel room and sees a faint blue light. "There's someone I want to see before we go."

Andy knocks on a door. About 30 seconds later, Teressa Marloon opens the door with a sleeping Carmen in her arms. "Hey," Andy says with a smile.

"Hi," Teressa says as she steps outside into the porch. "Sorry about the mess. The moving vans are going to be here in about 10 minutes."

"Yeah that what the lady said last night. I think I might have scared her," Andy chuckles lamely.

"A little, yes," Teressa lets out a small laugh, and then looks down bashfully. "Look, I don't really know what happened last night, but I do know that you saved my life. She looks back up at Andy. "If you hadn't been there," Teressa kisses Carmen's head. "She would have been an orphan."

Andy's face turns a deep shade of red as he looks away in embarrassment. "Teressa, I'm not a hero, by any means. I just know that there are awful things out there and me, and my family," He nods towards the car. "We do what we can to keep innocent people safe. Plus," Andy's voice catches in his throat. "I know what it like to lose your family."

Teressa hears the pain in his voice. "Are you going to be okay?" she asks quietly.

Andy looks up at her. "Maybe," he says with a shrug. "Right now I'm just trying to figure out what I'm doing here."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing; never mind." Andy runs his finger across Carmen's cheek with a smile. "You two take care of yourselves."

Teressa smiles. "We will. You do the same too, Andy."

Andy nods his head as he opens the porch door and walks down the stair. He walks over to the back door of the Impala. Andy looks back and waves good-bye to Teressa, who waves back; then climbs in and the car drives away.

TBC…

Reviews are as always welcomed and loved; even one sentence. Thanks again.

P.S. The next chapter might not be up for awhile. I'm going on a family trip most of December, but I will try to have it up as soon as possible.