My phone rang. It wasn't Dad's ring, or Dean's, not even Sam's. I pulled it out of my pocket and say the name Andrew on the screen. I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi Monica." He told me, sounding chirpy. I knit my brows.
"Hi Andrew, what are you calling me for?" I asked him.
"No reason, just got bored, thought about you." He told me. A suspicious look came across my face.
"Me of all people, why?" I asked.
"'Cuz you're cool. I mean you travel the US with your cousin in a really nice car. You're actually pretty mysterious. And to be honest, it's kind of hot." He said I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. I blushed darkly clearing my throat.
"You do know that the chances of us meeting again are like one in four million, right?" I asked.
"Well not if we arrange a meeting." He told me. I smiled a little.
"I can't do that." I told him.
"Why not? I mean, I don't see anything wrong with it." He told me.
"My family and I never go to the same town twice." I replied. "Safety precautions." I continued.
"Then I'll come to you." He said. I smiled more.
"No Andrew, you have school." I told him, the term felt strange on my lips.
"Summer vacation is in like two weeks." He told me. Damn he was relentless.
"Dude. I'm some strange girl you met on the street in your home town. I could be like an accomplice to a mass murderer, or I could be a mass murderer. Ever hear of stranger danger?" I asked him.
"You feel safe." He continued. I heard his mother call in the back ground.
"I gotta go, I'll call you back, bye!" He told me. I shook my head as Andrew hung up, I snapped the phone closed and threw it down on the little table in the motel. I was sharing a room with Sam and Dean this time. There was only one spare room. Dean refused to use Miracle's money for lodgings when we had enough money for one room. Dean took the couch and Sam and I took the beds.
Sam came into the room and sat down with a brisk 'Hey Abbi.' I smiled at him.
"Where's Dean?" I asked him.
"He's at the diner, grabbing some food." Sam told me.
"Sam, what are we going to do?" I asked. He looked at me from the computer screen.
"What are you talking about?" He knew what I meant, but I knew that he had to ask. He felt like he had to protect me. He just wasn't as… obsessed as Dean was. Sam trusted me; he knew I was ready to go start hunting. He's the one that suggested we use me to get the Trickster. He knew I had it in me to take care of myself.
"Sam, Dean may go to Hell in a matter of weeks. What are we going to do if we lose him?" I asked him. Sam turned in his seat and leaned forward.
"Abbi, in case you haven't noticed, we're Winchesters, we don't care about the rules of nature or the supernatural. We're going to find a way to keep Dean out of Hell and keep me alive at the same time." He told me. I frowned.
"Sam, I have this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, it's been there since Dean made the deal. I can't shake this feeling that we're going to lose him. And it scares me." I told him, my voice tightening and tears coming to my eyes.
"Abbi, I promise if something does happen to Dean, I will be there for you, every second of the way." He told me. I kind of jumped forward and hugged him tight.
"I'm scared, Sam." I told him.
"I know, I am too." He told me, hugging me back and it made me feel better. Sam was full of comfort and care. I pulled back and retreated to my bed. Dean came back a few seconds later, bearing food. I sat up as Dean tossed me a tin foil package.
"They didn't have club sandwiches, I got you a burger." Dean told me.
"Then there better be French fries." I told him. He laughed and sat down across from Sam. I got up and grabbed the chair from the desk and placed it in between Sam and Dean. Dean ripped open the bag and grabbed the cartons of French fries and dumped them out into the flattened back. He gave a pleasant smile and took a bite out of his burger.
"So we need to get in and out of the Morton house before midnight or we can't get in or out. This is the only day out of the year that this guy comes out so we gotta make sure we gank him. You got it Sam?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.
"Can I come?" I asked, Dean gave me a look.
"I'll think about it." He said. I frowned. I knew that meant no. I wasn't easily fooled, Dean liked to think so. He typically forgot that I was a genius.
"Okay." I said, it came out with a pouting edge to it. Sam gave me a look and the switched his gaze to Dean. The two of us chatted during supper and then geared up for the job.
"This shouldn't take long. So Sam and I are going to take this alone. You can get in on the next hunt." He told me, kissing my forehead. I smiled.
"Okay Dean." I told him. He smiled at me charmingly and left the motel room. I went over to the bed and switched on the television. My phone rang again. I picked it up.
"Wonder who that could be." I said aloud. The ID screen said Andrew. I almost didn't answer. But I did anyways.
"Hi Monica, I'm back." He said. I could hear the goofy smile in his voice.
"Do you typically fall in love with people you meet on the streets?" I asked him. He laughed a little nervously.
"No. But have you thought about meeting over the summer?" Andrew asked. I frowned.
"I haven't, but I don't think Dean is going to like it, besides, he's going away in a few weeks. I don't know i- when he'll be back, so maybe not. Or maybe so, it depends on how my cousin Sam is." I told him.
"Oh." He said flatly.
"Yeah." I replied.
"But we can Skype can't we?" He asked. I nearly groaned.
"Why are you so intent on me, hmm?" I asked. Andrew didn't say anything at first.
"Because, I feel connected to you, Monica." He told me.
"We don't even know each other." I replied.
"Then let's meet up this summer and get to know me." He said. I laughed.
"It isn't that simple, Andrew. If you really knew me, you would run for the hills. There are things about me that I can't tell you without putting you in danger." I told him.,
"Nothing is that bad Monica, at least at this age." He told me. I huffed, smiling.
"You don't know much about the real world to you?" I asked. He laughed.
"What do you mean?" He asked. Dad appeared at the foot of the bed. I smiled at him.
"I gotta go." I told him.
"No, wait, Monica!"
"Bye Andrew." I told him, clicking the phone shut. I sat up in bed as Dad joined me on the bed with a chuckle.
"So who's this Andrew guy?" Dad asked, I shook my head.
"Some boy who started crushing on me after a five minute conversation on a city bench." I told him, Dad laughed.
"Can you watch out for him Dad?" I asked him.
"Seems like you care a little for him there Confederate." He told me. I smiled.
"He's getting into something he really should leave well enough alone. But he won't that leads to bad things Dad, I'm a hunter, it's my job to protect people. I can't do it from where I am now, but if he dies from something supernatural; that blood will be on my hands." I told him Dad nodded.
"He'll be just as safe as you." He told me. I smiled and hugged him.
'Thanks Dad, I appreciate it."