Follows the episode Mystery Spot. Credit goes to the writers/creators of that episode. I changed some things to fit with Andie but the skeleton of the story is the same :P
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Day 203
'Moments Like These'
"Heat of the moment…telling me what your heart meant…" Andie opened her eyes as the 80's song rang though the tinny radio speakers.
Dean was at the foot of the bed tying up his shoelaces. He saw her wake. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." He greeted her loudly.
"What the hell is this?" Andie asked; gathering the blanket around her upper body as she got up.
"Asia! Come on; you love this song and you know it." Dean told her.
"I certainly do not love it." Andie said as she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.
Dean responded by turning up the radio. "Heat of the moment! Heat of the moment! Heat of the moment!" he pointed at Andie and sung along to the music along with an overzealous head bob.
Andie chuckled. "You're an idiot."
"You love it." Dean said, kissing her cheek before dancing his way to the bathroom. Andie laughed to herself and followed him.
After Andie got out of the shower; she caught sight of her bullet wound in the mirror. "Hey, Dean, come look at this." She called to him.
"What?" Dean stuck his head into the bathroom.
"I think I'm healing…" She ran her hands over her bruise; it was certainly less colourful than she'd become accustomed to. "How does it look to you?"
Deans' eyes were on the rest of Andie's exposed skin. "Smooth and milky-white..."
Andie playfully chucked a washcloth at him. "Go away." She used her telekinesis to shut the door. It felt good to use her power again; it felt like forever since she'd chucked a godforsaken demon through a window. Andie dressed in her better pair of jeans, a black t-shirt with her favorite Beatles song lyric, Let It Be, across the chest and her denim jacket. She then waited by the front door while Dean searched his bags for something.
"Hurry it up; would you Dean? I'm starving." Andie complained.
Dean removed a black, lacy bra from his duffel bag. "This yours?" he asked, holding it up to Andie.
Andie cocked her head at it and furrowed her brow. "I lost that like two months...wait; do you carry around my underwear?" She asked accusingly.
Dean smiled. "As if you're shocked I'd do that." He answered; stuffing the bra back into his bag.
"You are unbelievable." Andie muttered irritably.
"What a coincidence; you said the same thing last night." He winked at her.
Andie tried her best to hide the smile that played on her lips as the memory of the night before seeped back into her thoughts. "Can we go?" she sighed.
Dean removed his gun from his bag. "Ah-ha!" he chirped gleefully as he slid it into the back of his jeans and headed to the door. "Let's go get some breakfast."
xxx
The nearest café to the motel was a short walk down the road. It was the essence of a small town, really. One of everything because that was all they needed. Dean held the café door open for Andie and the bell above the door tinkled as they came in.
"Drive safely now Mr. Pickett." The cashier was saying to an elderly man in a beige cardigan as Dean and Andie walked by him
"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal." A waitress in a yellow uniform whose nametag read Doris said to a young man who looked very down on his luck. "You know the rules."
The man was counting out small change on the counter. "Just coffee." He mumbled; sliding his coins over to Doris.
As she and Dean sat in a booth, Andie looked around at the dull décor of the diner. "Good God this place is depressing."
Dean was busy looking at the menu on the wall behind the counter where a different special was written up for every day of the week. "Hey; Tuesday! Pig 'N A Poke." He smiled gleefully at Andie.
"Do you even know what that is?" Andie asked with a wry grin.
Dean frowned and shrugged in reply.
"Are you kids ready?" Doris the waitress asked as she arrived at their table, pen and paper at the ready to take down their order.
"Yeah; I'll have the special; side of bacon and a coffee." Dean ordered.
"Make it two coffees and I'll have the short-stack." Andie added.
Doris made wrote it all down then gave them a smile. "You got it." She said as she left.
"I tell ya, Morgan, I'm not so sure Bela's out this way." Dean said as he leant back into his booth.
"She was heading east out of Monument; we're going east." Andie shrugged. "I tell ya right now I'd rather be tracking down Ruby and getting Sam back."
Dean nodded. "Yeah; well Ruby's got this way of disappearing when she doesn't wanna be found."
Andie saw the worry on Dean's face very clearly. "She won't hurt him, Dean. If she wanted him dead she woulda done it already. Instead all she's done is help you guys; even offered up her life back at the sheriff's station."
Dean paused; growing a crease in his brow. "Andie...she tried to make you kill yourself?"
"Oh yeah…bitch." Andie cocked her head. "Still; I don't think she'd hurt Sam."
"Just disappeared; can you believe it?" An elderly woman sitting behind Dean was saying to her friend.
"And he was at the Mystery Spot?" her friend shook her head. "Poor Dexter."
Andie could see from where she was sitting the women had a newspaper and a brochure touting the name THE MYSTERY SPOTopen on their table. Glancing around, she also noticed newspapers and brochure on a stand by the cashier. "I'll be right back." She muttered to Dean as she went and picked up both items and brought them back to the table. Both elderly women were exiting the diner by the time she sat down.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked curiously as Andie started rifling through the newspaper.
"I overheard those women talking about something…" Andie muttered as she searched for the right article.
"You were eavesdropping?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Ssh. Look at this." Andie pushed the newspaper across the table to Dean.
Dean glanced at the article. It had the title MISSING – DEXTER HASSELBACK, LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA at the top of it. Dean read it aloud to Andie. Apparently Dexter was a journalist who had disappeared the week before on the way to the local haunted house; the Broward County Mystery Spot. "Mystery Spot?" Dean looked up at Andie.
Shuffling closer to him, Andie showed Dean the brochure. "This place. Looks like you're regular kook joint to me…could be interesting?"
"Wait; you want us to look into this?" Dean asked her. "Andie; come on. We have to find Bela, the colt, Sam and Ruby. Now you want us to find this Dexter guy?"
"Dean; you know everything happens for reason. Alright; there's a reason that we chose to sit in this booth and there is a reason I heard those ladies talking."
"You were eavesdropping." Dean said again.
Andie shuffled back over to her side of the booth so she was facing Dean again. "Yeah, well...please?" she asked. "Look; we booked the motel until tomorrow afternoon anyway; we may as well have something to do."
Dean considered this as Doris came back over with two coffees on a tray along with a bottle of hot sauce. "Two coffees black." She said as she set them on the table. Dean and Andie thanked her. "And some hot sauce for the—oh!" the tray slipped and the hot sauce bottle fell to the ground, smashing into pieces. "Crap!" she looked to Dean and Andie. "Sorry." She said. "Clean up!" She yelled back towards the kitchen.
After breakfast Dean and Andie headed back down the street towards their motel. A golden retriever tied to a bike rack barked at them as they walked past it. Andie was too immersed in the Mystery Spot brochure to pay attention.
"Morgan." Dean said, snatching the brochure from her hands. "You know joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, y'know, balls rolling up hills, furniture nailed to the ceiling – they're only dangers to your wallet."
"Yeah, well, I'm just saying there are spots in the world that just open up and swallow people." Andie countered, shoving her hands into her jeans pockets. "Bermuda Triangle, Oregon Vortex-"
"Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean cut in.
"Sometimes these places are legit." Andie shrugged.
"Alright so if it is legit – and that's a big ass if – what's the lore?" Dean asked her.
"Scuse me." A pretty, blonde woman apologized as she bumped into Dean while passing them. She had a handful of papers in her hands.
"Well, the lore…" Andie noticed Dean look back at the blonde. She reached out and turned his chin towards her. "Uh-uh." She shook her head. "The lore's pretty friggin nuts actually. They say the magnetic force in these places are so strong they can bend space time; sending the victims god-knows-where."
"Sounds a little X-files to me." Dean deadpanned as they walked passed two removal men trying unsuccessfully to move a large desk through a doorway.
"I told ya it wouldn't fit!" the balding, rounder of the two men grumbled as he strained pulling at one desk corner.
"Whaddya want; a Pulitzer?" his skinner, greasy haired partner snapped.
"Look, Dean, I'm not saying this is really happening but if it is, we gotta check it out and see if we can do something." Andie told him.
"Alright, alright. We'll go tonight after they close; get ourselves a nice, long look." Dean agreed.
Andie smiled. "Thank you." She hopped up and kissed his cheek mid-stride without breaking her step.
xxx
The Mystery Spot was exactly what Andie expected and more. When she and Dean broke in through the back door they entered a green and black hallway that had been painted to look like a hypnotizing wheel. Dean had one of Sam's electromagnetic detectors buzzing away in his hands as the two of them entered the main room.
Dean had been right; there was furniture stuck to the walls but also coming half out of the floor; as though it had sunk. "Wow; uncanny." He deadpanned as he guided his torch to the roof and spotted a table and chair upside down complete with a cigar in an ashtray.
Andie passed what appeared to be the back end of a horse sticking out of the wall. She shone her torch over it. "Hey look; a horse's ass." She laughed. "I so want one of these in my house…" She turned to Dean who was maneuvering the detector around. "Anything?"
"No." Dean answered. "Do you have any idea what you're looking for?"
Andie entered one of the back hallways. "An idea; yes. Am I finding it…? No." she walked into a smaller room piled high with books that appeared to be only a soft gust of wind away from toppling over.
"What the yell you doin' here?" A gruff voice suddenly said out in the other room.
The hairs on Andie's neck immediately pricked up.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Andie heard Dean say. "I can explain."
She walked cautiously back into the main room and saw a skinny man with a shotgun aimed at Dean; who had his own gun out. The man saw Andie move and aimed his gun at her. "Don't move! You robbin' me?!" he asked them both; switching his gun between them.
"Nobody's robbing you; calm down." Andie told him with her hands in the air.
Dean started lowering his weapon.
"Don't move!" The man yelled at him. "Don't move!"
"I'm just putting the gun down." Dean explained in a level voice.
A gunshot fired and hit Dean directly in his chest making him fall flat on his back. The man's shotgun smoked as he stared, shocked at what he'd done.
"Dean!" Andie screamed. "No!" She rushed to his side and pulled him into her lap. "No, no, no." She repeated, tears rushing to her eyes. She looked up at the man. "Call 9-1-1!" she yelled.
"I didn't mean—
"NOW!" Andie interrupted and the man hurried away. Andie turned back to Dean, he was gasping for air in her arms. She held his hand and gripped it firmly. "Hey; it's ok. You're gonna be ok, Dean, just hang on…" She could tell from the look on his eyes that he wasn't going to stay with her. "No, no." She whimpered; her tears falling onto Dean's blood-stained shirt. She reached out and held the side of his face; his eyes locked into her own. "No; please don't…please, please, please…not now…Dean please." His scared eyes glazed over, his grip weakened in her own and his head tilted away and fell limp in Andie's arms. "Dean...DEAN!"