Chapter 12: Change of Plans

The next morning, Allana woke to find Junior staring at what was Kendall's bed. She looked over and saw that Kendall's duffle bag full of clothes that Allana had given her was sitting in the middle of a mass of messed up sheets and blankets.

Allana sat up. She remembered that Junior had fallen asleep shortly after his shower, still on that same bed.

"Junior? You doing okay over there?"

Junior looked at her and smiled. An actual smile, however weak it may have been.

"Yeah, I'm fine," his smile faded.

"Why are you over there?"

"Well, actually, there are two reasons. One, I woke up at two in the morning and realized that everything smelled just like her. It kind of freaked me out. Two, and this might sound really weird, but I swear I heard her talking to me. That's what originally woke me up."

"What'd she say?"

"She just kept saying to help her. She's not at the warehouse. She's in an old cottage about twenty miles from here."

Allana let all this sink in for a minute, "You don't think she's a..."

"Psychic? Yeah, I do. It would explain why I could hear her, but if she is, then why couldn't I hear what she was thinking. I mean, I'm a telepath and pretty much everything else, right? Why couldn't I hear her?"

Allana shrugged, "I don't know. Well, Dad and Sam did say that not all psychics can use their powers on other gifted people. Maybe she can."

He looked at her and she saw that his eyes were bloodshot.

"Junior, how long have you been up?"

"A few hours, why?"

"Because you look like hell."

"Gee, thanks."

"You know what I meant."

Junior put his head down tiredly, "Hey, Allana?"

"What's up?"

"Could you not call me Junior anymore? It kind of sounds like a four year old's name."

She nodded, "Yeah, sure. What would you rather me call you?"

"I don't know, anything but Junior."

"So, if I were to say, 'Hey, assface,' would you answer to it?"

"Shut up."

"So, how about... Andrew?"

"Sure, cool."

"Maybe you should get some sleep, Ju... er, Andrew. Holy crap, this is gonna take some getting used to."

Junior laughed, "No. I'm good. There'll be plenty of time to sleep later."

The door creaked open and Sam and Dean crept in.

"Where is he?" Dean asked as the door hit something.

"Ow! Dad, I'm behind the door you just hit me with!"

"Oh, shit. Sorry, Junior."

"Dad, he doesn't want to be called Junior anymore."

"What? Why the hell not?"

Junior stood up and rubbed his head, "I'm not four, Dad, I'm seventeen."

"So, what are we calling you now?"

"Andrew. Way cooler."

"Okay, Andrew, then."

"What happened to the bed?" Sam asked, eyeing the heap on the bed.

Jun... Or, I mean, Andrew looked sadly at the bed.

"Everything smells like her."

"Andrew, tell them what happened."

Andrew said nothing for a minute, "Oh, right! Uh, she's a telepath."

Sam and Dean looked shocked.

"Yeah, she talked to me last night. She's in an old cottage about twenty miles away."

"You're sure?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Dad, I'm sure. I'm not an idiot."

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure."

Sam looked between the two. Andrew's eyes were filled with pain and fear, coupled with the sure signs of weariness that showed. Dean's eyes reflected basically what Andrew's did, minus the weariness. Sam knew that Andrew wanted Kendall back, and he knew how he felt. He also knew that Dean felt bad for his son. Dean would do anything to keep Andrew from feeling what he was right now.

"When did you want to leave?" he asked.

"As soon as possible."

"What about the golden stake thing?" Allana asked.

Andrew held up a heavy bag, "Already taken care of. And just for the record, I want to take this guy out myself. Alone."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and back to Andrew.

"Hey, Andrew," Dean said, "If you're talking about a solo hunt, you're out of your mind. It's not happening."