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Chapter 14: Simon Said Part 2

"Andy, it's me Chrissie. I know we didn't exactly get along the last time we saw each other but… it's important. Please call me back."

I looked at the phone and pulled it back from my ear. I pressed seven and heard the annoying woman say that the message was deleted. I wondered if there was auditions somewhere that you could be that annoying woman that announced your new messages and told you when you deleted them. I rolled my eyes, looking out the window to see Dean filling up the gas tank. Chrissie could definitely audition for that part and win hands down.

I twisted the phone in my hands, trying to figure out what to do. That was the third call I'd gotten from her and it was the third time I'd just let the phone ring. I fully intended on doing it a fourth time since I knew she wouldn't leave me alone until I answered.

"Who was on the phone?" Sam asked, turning around in the passenger seat.

"Um, no one. Just deleting old messages." I said hastily and tried calming my voice down. It didn't take a lie detector for the Winchesters to know when I was fibbing. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom."

Sam watched me get out of the car as I headed to the small gas station bathroom inside the convenient store. I closed the door and grimaced at the small room. Luckily, I didn't actually have to pee. The place was covered in cob webs, like it'd hadn't been used for years and I prayed the water in the toilet was brown because of rust. At least when I turned the sink on the water was a natural color and I took some in my hands and splashed it over my face.

I hadn't seen Chrissie in years; not since I informed my family I was leaving them to join the Winchesters. I was sixteen years old…

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"So you're coming to my birthday party right?" Chrissie asked me. "I mean the duty of being my favorite cousin is you have to help me plan it."

"Um…yeah, when is it?" I asked. I was putting off on telling her. I was putting off on telling everyone. But I mean, my family hadn't really said anything to me after my father died. The birthday cards stopped and the warm Christmas phone calls died off. Chrissie was the only one I ever really talked to, and I could tell that would eventually stop too.

No one in my family ever respected the idea of hunting; hell everyone thought my dad was crazy when he told them what he did for a living. But you figure, 'hey, they're your family. You could tell them you owned a leprechaun from Brigadoon and they'd still believe you and stand by you'. Boy, was that statement ever full of shit.

I could tell by the way my aunt and uncle looked at the Winchesters that they were just itching for me to be sent away with them. None of my family members trusted them. They thought since my dad had befriended John that it was one of the reasons that he had died. I knew that wasn't true. I knew a whole lot of things my family didn't want to know. That's why I decided I was going with them. When it really came down to it, the Winchesters were my family. And I wanted to be with them. Not with an aunt and uncle who barely spoke my name and didn't believe that things were actually living under my bed.

"Are you kidding?" Chrissie asked me, her short blonde haircut bobbing up and down as she spoke. "My birthday is in three days silly. I'm gonna be eighteen. It's going be a blast. Wait till you see all the hot guys that are going to be there."

Three days. I'd be gone by then. I'd already cleaned out my house and we'd be leaving as soon as I said goodbye. Apparently there was some sort of vampire nest in Chicago and that's where we were heading.

"Look, Chrissie. There's something I have to tell you." Her green eyes sparkled curiously in the sun as she turned to look at me. "Remember what kind of job my dad had?"

"Andy…your dad was nuts." She said seriously. "He should have gotten help."

This wasn't going to be easy. She didn't believe me. Nobody in my family ever did. That was another reason I was leaving with John. I didn't feel crazy with them. I knew what was out there and how to protect myself. Plus, I knew that they loved me. I wasn't just some crazy girl with a screwed up family and past.

"Just because your brain is too shallow to believe in things that aren't right in front of your face doesn't mean he was crazy." I snapped, eyes filling with angry tears.

I remembered getting up from her porch steps and walking down the street. Dean was supposed to pick me up in an hour but I couldn't wait. I needed to get out of there. I couldn't stand being around her a moment longer, even though it might have been the last time I saw her.

"So I'm guessing you don't want to help me plan my party?" She yelled and huffed. I heard her run down the steps and after me. "Andy wait…"

I stopped and turned around, waiting for her to say something. "What?"

She was weighing the option of apologizing. I could see the scale tip behind her eyes. But she finally looked at me, green eyes filled with resolve; she didn't apologize. Just smiled and made the action of brushing the little fight under the rug. An action people did when they didn't want to deal with things they didn't understand.

"So I'll see you on my birthday? You can bring Dean and Sam if you want. Those boys are growing up to be real cute." She grinned, lust and girlish pleasures filling her .25 brain matter.

I rolled my eyes. I didn't care how she took this. "I'm leaving with the Winchesters and I'm not coming back." I was so angry by that point that I didn't care how sad and angry she looked.

I turned back around and started to walk back to the motel John and my guys were staying at knowing full and well that she was following me. "So that's it? You're just going to throw your life away with crazy notions that demons walk amongst us? Just like your hack of a father did?" I stopped controlling the fists at my sides as angry tears rolled down my cheeks. "Don't Andy. Don't throw everything away. Stay here…please."

She had my best interests at heart and I knew she was trying one little pull at saving me. Saving me the fate my own father had suffered. But my fate was already thrown into motion. It was planned for me the moment I met the Winchesters. And I wasn't going to throw that away; no matter where it took me.

"Just because you can't see it and touch it…doesn't mean it's not real." I said quietly and continued to walk to the motel. I swore it was the last time I would ever speak to her.

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I sighed, pocketing my cell phone and heading out of the bathroom. I remembered showing back up at the motel, a crying mess. Dean and Sam had threatened to head back to the house and show her just how much of a 'hack' they really were. I finally calmed them down enough and convinced them to just watch a movie with me instead. I told them that it didn't matter because I was never going to see her again and that it hadn't really hurt me as much as they thought. Even then I couldn't lie. I was practically sobbing when I showed back up at the motel. They didn't believe one word that I was alright but sat down and watched the movie with me nonetheless.

"Miss, that'll be four dollars."

"For two candy bars?" I asked the cashier incredulously.

He smiled and I grimaced involuntarily when I saw he had about four teeth missing. "Well looks like you can't get it off your looks sweetie."

I shoved a five into his hand, muttering to keep the flipping change and took the candy bars back out to the Impala.

"Hey." Dean said smiling, kissing me gently as I reached him. "What took you so long?"

"Got you a candy bar." I said, handing him the Twix.

He smiled and took it. "My favorite. Thanks."

I nodded and played with the Hershey bar in my hands, knowing full and well that asshole cashier jipped me but not wanting to do anything about it. Not having the energy to.

"So we're heading to Oklahoma?" I asked.

I could tell he knew something was off but decided against saying anything. All came in due time and I knew if I kept acting like something was bothering me Dean would figure out what.

"Yeah, see if we can figure out where the hell that Andrew guy is." His eyes scrunched in confusion. "What's wrong?"

I ran my tongue over my bottom lip as I bit into the chocolate. It tasted sickeningly sweet all of a sudden. I didn't know if I should tell him or not seeing as how I didn't know if I wanted to see what Chrissie wanted. I couldn't even call her back let alone go visit her or check up on her after all these years. But she called three times, stating that she needed me to call back; that it was important. What could have it possibly been? Had someone else died and she wanted me to know? Did she need money or something and needed me to bail her out of trouble? That could have been it seeing as how she didn't know the Winchesters and I were running credit card scams. But why call me? Why not call her parents or a good friend? Why me? Guess I would never know that unless I called her back. This little voice inside my head was screaming at me, 'what if she really needs you and you never call her back? What if something happens to her and you could have prevented it?'.

She was, after all, my family. Even though after what she had said to me made me think she wasn't. She'd been with me when my mom died, even though Sam really helped me through it. She made the effort of being there for me, saying I could call if I needed her. She was three years older than me and I never wanted to bother her. She had a normal teenage life and I knew, or at least I figured, she'd be busy with school and friends or boys. Just like I should have been bothered with when I was that age. Instead I had been worried about learning spirit deterrents and how to deal with being a hunter without my father.

I smiled at Dean, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm fine babe. Just hungry I guess." I waved the chocolate bar at him. "But that's what this is for."

Dean snaked his arms around my waist, leaning against the car. "Uh huh…what are these for by chance?" He asked, tugging on one of my braided pigtails.

I giggled, forgetting my hair was even up like that. I woke up late and Sam was screaming at me and Dean to get our asses out of bed. I hadn't had time to get a shower so I just put my hair in braids, figuring it would be wavy when I undid them.

"What? You don't like them?" I asked, pouting.

He smiled, taking my one of my lips in his and suckling gently. "I think they're cute."

"Yeah? Pippy Longstocking cute or naughty school girl cute?"

"Is that mean you're considering wearing the outfit?" I rolled my eyes and shoved him, making him chuckle. "How bout naughty Longstocking?"

I shrugged, leaning my chest against his. "I guess I can live with that."

"I can live with you just wearing the stockings and nothing else." His voice trailed off as I laughed and he kissed me, pulling me closer to him.

Suddenly Sam honked the horn, apparently very uncomfortable with the sight of Dean's ass against the window and me up against him. I pulled back from him with a groan and he looked equally unpleased that we were being interrupted. But all in fairness, we were in the middle of a gas station.

Dean glared at Sam as he rolled down the window. "You know, when you pull into a gas station, 'fill her up' means the car tank Dean." Sam said pointedly and I widened my eyes at the sentence.

"I'm gonna end up filling his mouth up with my fist." Dean muttered angrily, turning to head into the convenient store to pay for the gas.

I laughed, pulling on his arm. He kept on walking and eventually just tugged me into the store with him, the cashier eyeing me as we headed to the counter.

"That'll be thirty." He said roughly, looking at my breasts as I hung on Dean's arm.

"You sure this time?" I asked him. "You seem pretty distracted."

"Hey!" Dean said, noticing the guy was practically drooling on the counter. "Eyes on me."

"You're not exactly my type."

I smirked. "Looks like you're not as pretty as you thought Dean."

He glared at me and I discreetly pinched his ass, making him jump and I smirked. He turned to widen his eyes at me as I headed down one of the aisles.

"Hey, eyes on me pal." Dean told the cashier again as he turned back around. I could hear the hints of amusement in his voice from my little touch.

I went down one of the aisles to turn down another, observing the various beverages and bags of chips. I grabbed one of the iced teas and a bag of Doritos for Sam, seeing as how he didn't have breakfast this morning either. What better way then to fill up on chips till dinner?

Dean snuck up behind me, circling his arms around my waist and leaning his chin on my shoulder. "Hey, I had an idea."

I smiled, the warm scent of cinnamon filling my nose as he leaned against me. "For the last time Dean, I am not wearing any type of outfit for you."

He smirked, kissing my neck. "Okay, first of all, you have no idea what you're missing."

"Uh, I think I do. If I dress up as a nurse or a school girl, I think I'll loose all my dignity."

I could see him roll his eyes against the reflective surface of the glass door in front of me. I wondered if Sam wanted green tea or iced tea with lemon.

"Second of all, I was thinking…we should have another date. And actually go out for this one."

"Like you buy me a really expensive dinner?" I asked, turning in his arms and sounding giddy. He could tell I was mocking him. I hadn't meant to be a bitch about it, I was just making sure he knew he didn't have to go all out with me. Our first date, that little dinner and after performance, had been enough for me. So therefore, for our second date, cheeseburgers and a really cheesy movie would do me in. But maybe it wasn't all about me; I could tell as his face lightly drooped after I had made the comment. Maybe it was important to him.

"You don't want to." It wasn't a question.

I shook my head no, trying to take back the asshole mockery. I hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. "No, you'd know I'd love to." I said smiling, putting my arms around his neck even though my hands were full. "It's just…I don't know. After all that's happened these past few weeks I feel like I should be doing something for you."

Dean was touched, you could tell by the way his cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly. He smiled and leaned into me, kissing me so gently I hardly felt it. "You wanna buy me dinner?" He asked, his voice resembling mine ever so slightly.

I giggled and pushed him. "I'm serious you fool."

He sighed. "I know and I love you for it, believe me. But the only thing you're gonna be able to do for me is say yes to this date."

I stared at him a moment, pushing myself on my tippy toes to kiss the bridge of his nose. Why was he so afraid to let anyone care for him? Even if it was just a simple little date. I nodded. "I would love to go out of a date with you Dean Winchester."

He smiled slowly, his eyes thanking me. "Good." He looked at the tea and chips in my hands as I pulled back from him. "You wanna ask our favorite cashier to join us?"

I broke out in laughter and he chuckled, pushing me to the counter. As I told him before; he just wasn't that pretty.

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We headed to a local diner in Guthrie, Oklahoma to ask around about Andrew. I felt weird calling him Andy, even though that was his name. I kept feeling like I was talking in third person and when Dean and Sam said it I felt like they were talking to me. Which meant I really had to pay attention. We posed as lawyers, actually hadn't done that before, and represented Andrew's great Aunt Lita who passed. It was kind of ironic since I had said it, seeing as how Chrissie's mother was named Lita. We met one of his friends, a pretty brunette named Tracy but according to her she hadn't seen Andrew in a long time.

This weird worker approached the table and gushed how Andrew was kick ass and got him back stage passes to Aerosmith. The guy kind of wigged me out. He was tall, short brown cropped hair and had eyes like snake. At least that's what they reminded me of. Webber, I think Tracy called him. Weird name too. At least heading there hadn't been a total loss. Tracy told us where to find Andrew; apparently he had a van with a Barbarian Queen painted on the side of it on Orchard Street, which Dean was absolutely loving.

I rolled my eyes. What a dork.

We pulled the car up along Orchard Street seeing the van and Dean whistled. I rolled my eyes as he chuckled. "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet."

"Can I paint a polar bear on your car?" I asked Dean sweetly, leaning up on the seat.

Dean turned and looked at me like I was crazy. "No."

"Then shut up about the van." I said smiling. Must have been the fourth time he mentioned how he liked this Andrew dude and I could tell Sam was getting really antsy about it. "What's the matter?"

Sam continued to look at the van. Was he even blinking? "Nothing."

"What's going on? You already convicting Andy before we hear the whole case?"

My head twitched to Dean as he said the name and he turned smiling slowly. Asshole. He knew every time I heard the name said I was looking to see who was talking to me. I did it out of instinct, even though I knew who they were talking about.

"Wasn't talking to you sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes and hit him off the back of his head. He turned and glared at me as he rubbed the spot I had hit. I smiled; bet that was the last time he did that.

"He's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. The demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people."

"We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, okay? Could be innocent." I countered, trying to find some light at the end of this very long and very dark tunnel.

"My visions haven't been wrong yet." Sam said, refusing to look me and Dean in the eyes. "I'm one of them." He added quietly.

I scoffed, unwilling to believe it. "No, you're not."

"You are too." Sam said, finally turning in his seat. The certainty in his eyes was scaring me. "The demon said he had plans for us and children like us."

I looked down at my hands; forgetting all about John's chilling sentence. I never really let that seep in. All I remembered from that night was sobbing, scared to death that Dean was going to die on me.

"Knock it off." Dean barked, noticing what Sam was saying was bothering me. "You two aren't murderers, Sam! You don't have it in your bones!"

Dean was trying to reassuring but Sam kept coming back with things that actually made me think. "No? Last I checked, Andy and I kill all kinds of things."

It made me think of Jason and I looked out the window, praying this Gallagher would show the hell up already so I wouldn't have to think about things out of my control. No, you know what? This was in my control. I wasn't going to become what Sam said. I wasn't just going to lie down and take it while some demon tried to make me it's bitch. I wasn't going to become what I hunted.

"Well, those things were askin' for it. There's a difference." I said softly.

"Damn straight." Dean said tiredly, even though I knew he would have had nothing to say if I hadn't spoken up.

"Got him." Sam said suddenly, tagging Gallagher as he left the apartment.

He looked around the same height as Dean and had short cropped brown hair. His description Ash gave us said he had blue eyes. I shrugged; he was kind of cute. For a murderer. Wait, we didn't know that. I damned Sam for even putting the notion in my head. I had always looked for the best in people. Even Jo and Lucy, even though she turned out to be a Succubus. I couldn't convict this guy without knowing him first.

He was wearing his pajamas and a bath robe as he exited the apartment and I raised my eyebrows as he waved to an attractive blonde sitting on the window sill of the complex.

"Who is this guy?" I asked quietly, watching him talk to a random guy on the street and saw him give Gallagher his coffee.

He sipped the coffee and continued walking, running into an old black man. They seemed to know each other because Gallagher was smiling and laughing slightly.

Suddenly, Sam perked up, gripping the seat. "That's him. That older guy, that's him. That's the shooter."

Dean literally hurried him out of the car and I went to trade seats with Sam. "Well, you keep on him, I'll stick with Andy…" He looked at me. "And…Andy."

I rolled my eyes as he started the car. I watched as Sam crossed the street to follow the black man and I saw Gallagher get in his van.

"He's getting in his van."

"Got it." Dean answered, pulling out of the parking spot and following Andrew's van as he started it and pulled it down the road.

I leaned my elbow on the car and set my head against my arm. The window was down and the warm air felt nice against my face.

"Hey." Dean called out gently to get my attention. I turned slightly to see him look at me once or twice before he had to look where he was going. "You can't let what Sam says bother you okay? He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"But…what if he's right?" I asked Dean, fear evident in my voice. We pulled to a stop at a red light and Dean shifted his arm around me, pulling me to lean on him. He kissed my forehead, leaving his lips rest there until the light changed.

"I'd never let anything happen to you." He said, his warm breath tickling the skin on my head.

He couldn't promise that even though I knew he was trying to be comforting. I nodded, despite the fact I was trying too hard to believe him and kissed his cheek for the effort.

"I killed Jason." I said quietly, small tears stinging the hell out of my eyes.

He knocked his shoulder and checked the light before he looked at me. "You know you didn't. Jason killed himself." He was tired of telling me this hundreds of times.

That's not what I meant. "He died because of me." Dean looked at me sympathetically and he shook his head. "If I hadn't of gotten together with him that one night maybe the demon would have never gotten to him. Never would have used him to get to me. He could be living his life right now…"

My voice broke as Dean gathered me in his arms, holding me tightly as the light changed to green. Gallagher's van jerked ahead of us and Dean put one hand on the wheel, the other remaining the thing that held me against him.

"So, what Andy? You're never going to talk to anyone again? Never going to let someone get close to you because you're afraid that they'll be used in another plan? You can't live like that." Dean said firmly. "You can't let him or Sam get to you like that. You won't become that Andy. I won't let you." He vowed and I nuzzled myself against him. "I'd die before I'd let that happen." He promised softly and I shook my head, small cries being muffled against his chest.

I was angry he said that out loud. Better be careful what you say Dean. You never knew who or what was listening.

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"What the hell?" I heard Dean ask and I shifted my face on his chest to see what he was looking at. Andrew had stopped his van and was getting out. I sat up and wiped the tears off my cheeks as he approached the side of the car.

"Hey!" Andrew said cheerily and Dean looked at him a moment.

"Hey." Dean answered hesitantly.

Andrew was looking about the car when his eyes landed on me and his face filled with concern. "Hey, you alright?"

I smiled slightly and nodded, moving my hands away. Dean nodded and I saw his hand reach inside his jacket to hold onto his gun. "Bad cramps."

I smacked his shoulder and he shrugged giving me this look that said, 'I had to say something'.

Andrew looked at me sympathetically but then smiled at Dean and damn near stroked the car. "This is a cheery ride."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

"Man, you know, '67 –- Impala's best year, if you ask me. This is a serious classic."

I saw Dean's hand slowly remove out of the jacket and set his hands on his lap. He read my mind. Andrew didn't threaten me either. There was something about him. He wasn't alarming me and I felt like if he was bad news then I'd catch it. Just like Paul from the bar and John when he was possessed and Lucy. I just felt it. But Andrew wasn't giving me that vibe. I actually kind of liked him for some reason.

"Yeah, I just rebuilt her, too." I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the seat. So not going into on how that had went. "Can't let a car like this one go."

"Damn straight." He looked at both of us and I got this sudden chill as he spoke. "Hey…can I have it?"

I felt my body move for me as Dean smiled and said sure. I wondered why he sounded so cheerful about giving the Impala away but the thought didn't really occur to me until it slammed me in the forehead. But it was too late, Andrew was in the car and drove the Impala away.

I literally gasped, seeing the car head down the road. "Dean! He just mind melded us!"

Dean was stunned and I grabbed his arm, hoping he didn't start hyperventilating. "Son of a bitch!" Dean screamed and I just shook my head.

Why hadn't I caught that sooner? Looked like visions and headaches wasn't all the demon had cooked up for children like me and Sam.

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