Chapter Ten: Found

Meeting Ava was a strange experience. She was glad to see team, happy to thank him again for a ridding the old hotel on her block, that spirit. But the fact that he had come back to her at all with a supernatural cause unsettles her, especially with the protection charms they gave her and wards they set up in her home.

The other reason it was strained with her obvious inclination toward Sam. It would have been comical if Dean weren't such a possessive bastard, but alas...

"Are you sure you won't stay for dinner?" Ava asked again, practically begging on her knees. It looked like she would actually have tried that if she thought for a second that it might work in her favor.

"We have to be in the next state by the end of today. I'm sorry," Sam smiled apologetically, but Dean saw that his eyes were showing anything but remorse.

"Oh well, if you're ever in town again..."

"We'll make sure to drop by," Dean smiled at the emphasis Sam put on 'we'. They were out the door two minutes later, settling back into the Impala. Dean didn't know whether to be teasing Sam or insanely jealous that Ava was so flirtatious with him.

"You looked like you were ready to strangle her," Sam snickered.

"If she kept touching you, I was gonna," Well, jealousy had obviously won out...

"So..." Sam began.

"What?"

"Have I ever told you that you look fucking sexy when you're jealous?" Sam leaned over, nipping at Dean's ear and neck.

"Don't tell me that was the only... mmm... reason that we stayed in there so long?" Dean tried to stay mad, really he did.

"Yeah, otherwise I would have run out as soon as she thanked us the first time," Sam pulled back slightly, kissing Dean fully. "It was just such a turn on to see you glare at her like that,"

"You're getting back at me for that demon in West Hens, aren't you?" Dean frowned, then smirked, "It's not my fault that he thought I was hot,"

"Just drive already," Sam glared.

"All right," Dean laughed, relieved that they were getting away from Ava. It was so easy to forget this very situation when they joked together like this.

Andy Tusal was their second person to check up on. Dean was actually dreading going to meet the guy, because after...

What else were they going to do? Wait patiently and play "Where's Azazel?" until the elusive bastard decided to show his ugly mug?

Of course, neither Sam nor Dean expected what was going to happen next...

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And he rented an apartment in the skirts of the city on Thyme Street, though his girlfriend had had to use some heavy persuasive methods in order to get him to move out of that ridiculous van. Which he refused to give up.

Dean parked in the covert structure next to the apartment complex. They walked quietly to door number 56, Sam wondering if there would be more jealousy issues that they would bicker over with this handy. From the way Dean described him on the drive over, it didn't seem too likely.

They knocked and waited for in an answer for a few minutes before Sam unlocked it with his 'angel awesomeness,' as Dean had jokingly called Sam's powers when he was drunk.

There was silence inside, and they decided they would wait until the 22-year-old returned. Not half an hour later, when they were contemplating the merits of utilizing Andy's bedroom in his absence, (only half seriously) the black haired short man opened the door.

He started as soon as he turned around and his eyes landed on Dean, "Geez! You could have told me you were coming! What if Rachel had been here?"

"Relax, she's not a she?" Dean rolled his eyes, "it's not like I'm going to spill the beans to a chick that I spent two minutes with a year ago."

"Still, why is it here?" Andy's eyes fell on Sam, "shouldn't you be off hunting or something?"

Dean brows furrowed as he watched Sam and Andy glare at each other. "All right, what's got your panties in a twist, Andy? Last time I was here you nearly begged me to stay and keep out all the monsters that might be under your bed."

"Who is he?" And he ignored Dean's comment, and that only made the Winchester more wary. Andy was hardly single-minded about anything, and had the attention span of an ADD gnat.

"His name's Sam." Dean said flatly, "Andy."

"What Russian market" Dean waited until the black haired shorty looked at him.

"Christo,"

A muscle twitch in Andy's cheek, and his eyes flashed yellow.

"You're not a very good actor, Azazel," Dean and Sam were on their feet 2 seconds later.

"Don't really plan on winning an Oscar, but it worked long enough to distract you," Azazel smiled grossly, overly pleased with how the situation turned out. Demon possessed humans seemed to appear out of the air and they held Sam down against the couch while they pinned Dean on a nearby wall.

"Good idea, leaving the safe house to try and save Ava and Andy, Dean. We weren't even after them." Azazel chuckles as they struggled, "they were failed attempts to find a soul compatible for the ritual. But nice try."

"Fuck off," Dean growled, ever the eloquent one.

"Maybe another day, but now that I've caught you I think I've earned some bragging rights." He thrust his victory in Dean's face.

"Who says you've caught him?"

Sam had knocked back both the demons holding him down and hit the demon holding being psychically present. He tossed Dean the blessed knife and they went after the remaining too quickly. Azazel watched almost this interestedly until they came after him, and he left Andy's body before they could get too close.

Breathing hard in excitement of the hunting kind, they plopped Andy on the couch after they checked his pulse. They ran to the Impala and warned Bobby and John to watch out on the phone, telling the older men they were on their way back to South Dakota as quickly as they possibly could. Dean had the Chevy powering down the highway at nearly 100 miles an hour, and still didn't think it was fast enough, considering that they literally had hell on their heels. Would Bobby's even be safe anymore? Neither he nor Sam wanted to think like that, but –

"DEAN, ON THE LEFT!"

Too late, Dean thought as the navy blue SUV slammed into the Impala and crashed them into the railing off of the highway. Dean saw black eyes things surround the car as they struggled in the last vestiges of consciousness.