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Chapter 48: Salvation Part 2

Everyone exchanged glances and Sam looked like he was mentally preparing himself for a vision, like it was going to happen the minute after I said that.

"Damn it." I heard John swear and Dean stuck his body halfway out of the car, still managing to hold onto me.

"What is it?"

"I just got a call from Caleb."

Dean turned to look at Sam, who was getting out of the car. I pulled myself off of Dean and pushed for him to get out and talk to John. He looked at me hesitantly, but did so and left the car door open so I could hear them.

I laid down in the backseat of the car and tried listening into the conversation. But everything sounded louder than it was supposed to. It wasn't fair. At least when Sam went through the worst of it he had a vision attached to the pain. I just got the blinding pain and nothing else for no reason. Did that mean I could only have visions when I was asleep? It just didn't make sense.

"Jim Murphy is dead." John said upset.

I looked out at Sam and his whole face fell. "Pastor Jim? How?"

"Throat was slashed—he bled out." I just shook my head and buried my face in the seat of the Impala. I could tell Sam and Dean's faces were stunned without even looking at them. "Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."

"The demon." Dean muttered.

I'd been working this job all my life; it was second nature to me. The demon knew we were getting close, and it was frantic. Not that demons really showed that they were scared but it didn't mean they didn't feel terror. The demon was lashing out at people we cared about because we were getting close; it was trying to get us to back off.

"What do you want to do?" Sam asked.

"Now we act like every second counts. There are two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, we cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's gonna be six months old in the next week."

Maybe that's why Sam and I were so different. My mother hadn't been killed on the night of my six month birthday, unlike Sam's. Maybe that's why our visions differed. Hell, I didn't think some of mine even counted as visions. The ones I had about the random found objects made me feel like I was in a 'Where's Waldo' book. Sam's were about people, ones he could help.

"Dad, that could be dozens of kids. How the hell are we gonna know which one's the right one?" Sam asked, the thought coming to my mind as well.

"We'll check 'em all, that's how. You got any better ideas?" John snapped and Sam shifted on his feet obviously not having an answer. "Where's Andy?" John asked suddenly, shifting as well to look in the car.

"She's not feeling well." Dean muttered.

I could literally hear the frustration in John's sigh. He didn't like weak links and I felt horrible to the fact that I was suddenly getting hurt like crazy around him. Which, okay, it wasn't my fault. I couldn't have prevented any of it but I didn't want him to see me that way. To look at me like because I was the only girl on this team that I couldn't do my job. He probably didn't actually feel that way, none of the Winchesters were sexist, but I felt that way. I got up from the seat and pulled myself out of the car, ignoring the screaming pain that was ricocheting in my head.

Dean turned and saw me and I ignored his, 'Andy, stop being a hardass' look. "I'm okay, just a headache."

John didn't seem like he bought it but nodded anyways. "Good because…this ends. Now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes." He turned and got back into his truck and started the engine, revving it so the boys knew to get in their car and do the same.

My legs felt wobbly and I had to grab the side of the car door to remain upright. Dean turned and I could literally see some kind of steam crawl out of his ears. "You wanna sit down before you fall down there Andy?"

"I just didn't want to seem weak in front of your dad." I muttered, turning to head back into the backseat. I rolled my eyes at him. Sue me okay?

"Yeah, well, you won't seem so strong if you faint." He added.

"Dean, just, chill out and get in the car." I said looking at him. He raised his eyebrows at my tone and scoffed, shutting the car door.

I think he slammed it on purpose and I groaned as the door made the car shake. Sam glared at Dean as he got in the car and started it. It was off to the hospital.

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We arrived at the hospital and Dean handed me a fake Hospital staff ID card while Sam clipped an investigator ID to his own shirt.

"How's your head?" Dean asked softly as I got out of the car. It was his own silent apology and I could hear what he actually wanted to say. I'm sorry for slamming the car door.

I nodded and shrugged. It's okay. I hoped it was enough of an answer for him, I really didn't feel like talking.

"Are you going with me or Sam?" Dean asked as we entered the hospital. I looked between the desk Sam was heading to and the one Dean needed to go to. There was a very attractive receptionist at the one and I contemplated on whether Dean had noticed her yet.

"I don't know, cruising for a hookup?" I asked him and nodded at the desk.

"Do you mean, do I want to ask if she interested in a threesome?" he asked, looking hopeful.

I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulder. He laughed, pulled me close for a moment and left a long kiss on my head. "I don't know Dean. How bout this, get her résumé and see where the most interesting place she's done it in. See if her place beats mine." I said entertainingly.

I tried pulling away but he was intrigued and pulled on my arm. "Wait a minute; we've done it in a car, a shower…a bed…?"

I smiled slowly and kissed his lips. "I didn't my place had anything to do with you..."

"Haha Andy…" He said watching me make my way over to Sam. He shifted on his feet looking from the receptionist to me. "No, seriously."

I smiled at his confused pout and shrugged, turning around to Sam completely. I laughed to myself. Dean would be so preoccupied with trying to think about what I've said that he wouldn't even think twice about the girl in front of him. Guys were incredibly stupid that way.

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"What have we got?" I asked Sam, following him out of the building.

"Right now about three possible children."

"I wonder how many Dean and John got." I thought out loud and he shrugged.

Suddenly Sam stopped short and grimaced in pain. I grabbed his shoulders and swore. Crap, why couldn't this happen when Dean was here. I didn't know what to do.

"Sam, are you okay?" I asked, my voice squeaking with worry.

Sam started massaging his temples and squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't seem like he could answer me and I squeezed his shoulders. "Map." He managed to grit out, breathing heavily.

I nodded and went around to the backpack on his back and searched for the map. I pulled it out and came back around the front of him. God, I knew exactly how he felt, even though the more pain Sam's visions were causing him the more my headache went away.

"What do you want me to look for?" I asked softly.

"Train…" He grimaced and I wished I had some Advil for him.

I checked the map for train tracks even though I was dying to ask Sam why the hell I was looking for it. But I knew better, he was in pain and any unnecessary questions would most likely just make him angry. "There are train tracks near this street." I pointed at the map and he nodded, pulling on my arm.

"That's not far away, come on."

I just nodded and let him pull on my arm to get me there. I'm just glad someone was with him during this and that he wasn't by himself. The pain these visions packed was disorienting and all you would need was to be in traffic and get hit with one of these visions. Suddenly you'd get hit by a car or something because you're too worried about the pain lighting your brain cells on fire.

"There." He said pointing at a house after some walking.

"That house was in you vision?" I asked. It sounded like a stupid question because why other than that would Sam be pointing out that house. But he didn't turn around and glare or anything, he just nodded.

He then motioned to something else, a woman pushing a baby carriage and holding an umbrella. "Come on." He muttered somewhat painfully and I nodded.

"Hi." He said smiling at the woman. He masked pain very well. I smiled at the woman also and Sam held the baby carriage for her. "Here, let me hold that. You don't need that anymore."

She smiled and took down her umbrella. "Thanks."

I looked at the baby in the carriage and smiled. "She's gorgeous. Is she yours?"

She nodded and smiled at me. "Yeah."

"Oh, wow." Sam said, looking down at the baby. He then looked at the woman. "I'm sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam and this is Andy. We just moved in up the block."

She extended her hand to me and Sam. "Oh, hey, I'm Monica. This is Rosie."

"Rosie? Hi, Rosie." Sam said, smiling at the baby.

"So, welcome to the neighborhood." Monica said. "Do you two have any children?" She asked.

Sam just looked at me and I shrugged, grabbing his hand. "No, not yet. But we want one."

Wasn't completely a lie. One day, I wanted a kid with Dean. He seemed like he would be a great Dad and I wanted to be a mother. But as I've said, this life was so screwed up half the time. Raising a kid, taking her or him one place to another…it wouldn't be a life. And I couldn't bear doing that to a little kid. Not to mention I could name at least thirty demons that used children sacrifices. It would destroy Dean and me if something like that happened. I'd like to think we had the odds in our favor, but nothing was certain with this stupid job.

Sam smiled sympathetically, as if he read my mind. "Life has been hectic to say the least. One day it'll calm down and we'll get our chance."

I smiled, thanking him and squeezed his hand. Monica nodded almost knowingly and I looked down at the baby again. "She's such a good baby." I observed.

Monica nodded, leaning down to stroke Rosie's face. "I know. I mean, she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you, and I swear, it's like she's reading your mind."

Sam squeezed my hand now, but for a different reason. I knew what he was thinking and nodded. "What about you, Monica? Have you lived here long?" I asked.

"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born."

"How old is Rosie?" Sam asked.

"She's six months today." Monica said smiling. I smiled half-heartedly while Sam just looked stunned. "It's big, right? Growin' like a weed."

"Monica?" Sam said after a moment and she looked at him confused.

"Yeah?"

Sam paused, looking sad. I squeezed his hand comfortingly. "Just take care of yourself, okay?"

Monica nodded, looking at the both of us. "Yeah. You, too, guys. We'll see you around. I hope you two have that baby." She smiled at me as she walked to her driveway.

"Thank you." I said quietly.

We watched her for a moment before I pulled on Sam to walk down the sidewalk. Sam stopped for a moment as we crossed the street and grimaced, clutching his head in pain.

"Crap…" I muttered.

I pulled him to where there were some trees near the railroad track, not wanting anyone to see Sam. He kneeled down on his knees, groaning.

"Come on, Sam…" I said softly, massaging his shoulders. "It's almost over." Or God I hoped it was. Sam was squeezing my arms so tight that he almost pulled me down to my knees.

He finally came out of it, breathing heavily. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, although I didn't know if it was from the pain or from the vision itself.

I kneeled down and pulled him in a tight hug, not knowing what else to do.

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I took Sam back to the motel and Dean and John were there waiting.

"Where the hell were you two?" Dean asked, worried.

I rolled my eyes and sat Sam at the table. "I have a cell phone ya know."

Sam was grimacing and rubbing his temples and it occurred to Dean. He looked at me as I went to get Advil. "It happened didn't it? He had a vision?"

I nodded and John just looked at the both of us like we were crazy. "A vision?"

I handed Sam the Advil and Dean got him the water. "Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."

"It started out as nightmares, and then he started havin' them when he was awake." Dean concluded.

"Just like Andy?" John asked.

I shrugged. "It's a long list of compare and contrast. I have nightmares but they're not about other people."

"Yeah, they're about herself and objects. Kind of selfish when you think about it."

I glared at Dean and smacked him upside the head. He grunted and sat down on one of the chairs.

"It's like the closer I get to anything involving the demon, the stronger the visions get." Sam said painfully.

"Maybe that's why Andy's headache was so intense this time." Dean said, glancing at me.

"All right, when were you gonna tell me about this?" John asked Dean angrily.

Dean now looked at John confused. "We didn't know what it meant."

"All right, something like this starts happening to your brother and Andy, you pick up the phone, and you call me."

I scoffed and looked at John. "Call you? Are you serious? It's not Dean's fault you'd rather get eaten by a pack of wild dogs than answer your phone."

Dean nodded, stepping towards his Dad. "She's right Dad. I called you from Lawrence; Sam called you when I was dying. Gettin' you on the phone—I've got a better chance of winnin' the lottery."

"Seven times." I muttered, thinking that was going to tip John into yelling at me.

He just looked at us and nodded. "You guys are right." He looked at Dean. "Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."

"Look, guys, visions or no visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell that we went through." Sam said and I nodded, looking to Dean.

"No, they're not. No one is, ever again." John finished.

I took Sam's glass to the sink and I could feel Dean following me. I rinsed out the cup, even though there had just been water in it and Dean leaned next on the sink next to me. He grabbed my hand as I pulled away from turning the water off.

"Thanks for taking care of Sam." He said softly.

I smiled as one of his arms went protectively around my waist. "No need to thank me." I kissed him softly and he rubbed his nose along my cheek as Sam's cell phone rang.

"Hello...Who is this?"

Dean and I turned to see Sam on his phone and Dean pushed himself off the sink, pulling me across the room to sit down on the bed with him.

Suddenly Sam looked at us shocked. "Meg."

My head zipped to Dean and he stood, taking the phone from Sam to put it on speaker.

"Last time I saw you sweetheart, you fell out of a window." Dean said hotly.

"Yeah Dean, thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings, by the way."

"Just your feelings?" I asked. "That was a seven-story drop."

You could literally hear Meg's slow smile. If you compared it to an actual sound it would give you a chill like nails on a chalkboard. "No warm hellos Andy? How's you head?" She asked slowly.

It made me shiver and suddenly Dean was gripping the table. "Leave her alone Meg."

"Let me speak to your dad then."

"My dad—I don't know where my dad is." Sam said, looking straight at John.

Meg sighed impatiently. "It's time for the grown-ups to talk, Sam. Let me speak to him, now."

Sam reluctantly handed the phone to John. I exchanged glances with Dean and he came around to put his arm around my waist.

"This is John." John said quietly, the phone still on speaker.

"Howdy, John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys." Both Sam and Dean looked ready to tear the room apart. "I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood." I squeezed Dean around his waist as John looked like he was about to cry. "Well, I'm visiting another old friend of yours. He wants to say hi."

Suddenly a male frantic voice came on the line saying not to tell Meg anything. But his voice disappeared as quickly as he started talking.

"Caleb?" John asked.

Sam and Dean exchanged worried looks and Dean was squeezing the hell out of my wrist. He was scared and I started running my hand over his shoulder, trying to get him to ease up on the vise grip he had around me. Dean had known Caleb longer than Sam and I had, well at least remembered him better than we could. I was pretty sure that's who watched us when Pastor Jim couldn't.

"You listen to me." John warned. "He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."

"We know you have the Colt, John." Meg sneered.

"I don't know what you're talking about." John tried.

Meg chuckled. "Oh. Okay. So, listen to this." There was a quick movement of something but then the sound of Caleb choking on his own blood filled the room.

Dean's face filled with disgust and I thought he was going to be sick as he turned into my touch. I started stroking his hair instead.

"Caleb? Caleb!" John yelled, devastated. "I'm gonna kill you, you know that?"

You could literally hear Meg's eye roll and I squeezed Dean's shoulders. "Oh, John, please. Mind your blood pressure. Your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved—they'll all die unless you give us that gun."

John just looked at all three of us and nodded. "Okay." He said quietly.

"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there." She said slowly. "And if you don't get here by midnight, I guess your friends die, don't they?"

John sighed, obviously frustrated. There was no way he could make it to Lincoln by tonight and you couldn't just carry a gun on a plane.

"If you do decide to make it, come alone. Oh and Andy…" I looked up from Dean and at the phone. "I'm not accustomed to talking to myself…" She said waiting.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah?"

"Say hi to your father for me. I hear he's walking around."

She hung up after that and I swallowed, looking from Dean to Sam.

Sam cleared his throat as John shut the cell phone. "Do you think Meg is a demon?"

"Either that or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter."

Dean cleared his throat, stroking my forearm as he looked at Sam and John. "What do we do?"

"I'm going to Lincoln." Was all John said.

Dean literally jumped up from the bed. "What?"

"It doesn't seem like I have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die. Our friends die."

"Dad, the demon is coming tonight for Monica and her family. That gun is all we've got. You can't just hand it over." Sam said, standing as well.

I remained on the bed; anything I said was not going to help. So I just listened.

"Who said anything about handing it over?"

"So, what, you're just gonna pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" I asked, not being able to keep my mouth shut.

"Antique store." John corrected.

I scoffed, all of a sudden finding mass hilarity in the plan he was forming. "Oh great, that makes it better. You're gonna hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?"

"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference." John yelled angrily, directing it at me. I just raised my eyebrows and backed off.

"Don't yell at her, she's right." Dean said, standing in front of me. "What happens when Meg figures it out?"

John cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "I just—I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."

Something occurred to me and I got up from the bed, coming to stand next to the Dean. "You mean for Dean and Sam." John was silent. "You're running away again. You want them to stay here….and kill this demon by themselves?"

"What have I told you about speaking to me like that?" John spat, throwing another 'You're my child' undertone.

I lost it. I was tired of him treating me and everyone else around him like children. "You have a twisted way of looking at things you know that? You treat them like they're four and then you turn around telling them to face this bad ass demon all by themselves? They've been waiting to do this with you. They need you."

He was reminding of my father and suddenly something just snapped as he turned away from me. "All you're good at is running away!" I screamed. I hadn't meant that. It wasn't John I was necessarily mad at. I loved him just like I had loved my father. But all this running away was bullshit. They were stronger together, we all were and I was tired of this family sacrificing themselves.

Suddenly John retaliated and turned quicker than I thought he would. He threw a shot at me, hitting me on my jaw line. It wasn't a hard hit, just a frustrated one. What the hell was wrong with me? He had just lost one of his closest friends and there I was poking and prodding at his open wound.

Sam came up behind me and pulled me against him as I teetered back from him. I went to look at Dean but apparently that little hit had made him see red and he was going towards his father. Sam moved to pull him back before he could throw a punch he'd regret later.

"I want to stop losing people we love." John yelled. "I want Sam to go to school. I want Dean to have a home with you!" He started crying then and I had a half a mind to run out of the motel and just never come back. "I want Mary alive…I just want this to be over."

I shook my head, feeling the side of my face throb. "I'm sorry." I choked out and John turned to grab his jacket.

"I'm going to get the gun." And he was out the door.

Dean turned and looked at me, his face flushed with anger and concern. I looked at my hands and headed into the bathroom to splash water on my face. Dean didn't come in after me.

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Dean pulled along a road near the train tracks and parked the car, getting out and slamming the door. I winced as he did so, swearing at myself.

Sam turned around and tried smiling slightly. "You okay?"

I shook my head no. "I shouldn't have said anything. Now I insulted John and Dean's pissed at me."

"He'll get over it. He's probably just pissed off he didn't get to hit him and blow off steam."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. I should know better than to say something like that and put Dean in the middle." He was probably mad at me because I had made him almost punch his father for hurting me. All because I hadn't been able to keep my big mouth shut.

Sam shrugged. "But you were right and Dean knows that. It'll be okay, just give him a little time."

I nodded and got out of the car. We came around the trunk as John's truck pulled up.

"Did you get it?" Dean asked John.

John pulled out a fake gun that was wrapped in newspaper and unraveled it.

"You know this is a trap, don't you? That's why Meg wants you to come alone." I asked him.

John just nodded, but didn't look up at my face. He probably didn't want to see the small bruise forming on my jaw. I knew Dean had seen it though because his face softened every time he looked at me. Must have been hard to put that anger wall back up when I finally made eye contact with him.

"I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded—holy water, Mandaic amulets—" He answered me softly.

"Promise me something." Dean stated. He didn't ask a question, so John couldn't flip between yes or no. He just had to agree. "This thing goes south, just get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed, all right? You're no good to us dead." Dean joked but he wasn't trying to be funny.

"Same goes for you. All right, listen to me." He took the real Colt out of his pocket and handed it to Dean along with the bullets. "They made the bullets special for this Colt. There's only four of 'em left. Without 'em, this gun is useless. You make every shot count."

"Yes, sir." Sam nodded.

"I've been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here, and I'm not gonna be in it." He looked directly at me and I shied away from his eyes, embarrassed and sorry about earlier. "You finish this."

"We'll see you soon, Dad." Sam said confidently and Dean smiled at his dad.

"I'll see you later." John started to turn around and head back to his truck.

"John." I said softly, following him. He turned around and looked at me expectantly. "I don't…I don't want loose another dad. I don't Sam and Dean to suffer…be careful." I said as a tear slowly made its way down my cheek, making the bruise on my face sting.

John smiled at me, running a hand over my cheek to catch the tear. "I'm sorry."

I nodded. "Me too."

He pulled me close to him and gave me a loving kiss on the forehead. "You be careful, watch each other's backs."

"Yes, sir." I said. I hadn't said that in a long time and the action seemed to surprise him but it was an order I was determined to follow.

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