ANYWHERESVILLE

A/N: Ladies and gentlemane, I aim to please... so I bring you 2 more chaps tonight. Enjoy!

To all my reviewers: Have I meantioned lately how much I love you guys? Cause I do!

Okay, so, everyone seemed interested in Andy and here's a little intro to her story. Trust me, she's pretty interesting! The more I think about her the more I have to write! I really want to know what you guys think about her. She's about to become a really, REALLY big part in the boys' lives. She's going to sound kind of overdramatic for my liing in these nxt few chapters, but she's really a funny gal. Trust me! So please, review! Please, please, please!

Now Read! ;)

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 6: 104 Gassamer Way

Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB...Corrine's Mine and so is Andy Wilson

Dean helped Sam out of the bathroom and into the booth he had occupied. Don Ream had stormed off, leaving the brothers with many unanswered questions. Corrine made her way over to the two handsome devils.

"Glad to see you didn't take residency in there." she said softly. Dean smiled back at her, Sam however sank into the seat. "Can I get you two anything?"

"No, we're actually good. How much is that?" Dean replied quickly, reaching for his wallet.

"Yes, I think you can." Sam said to her. Corrine eyed him now, smiling. Sam tried to smile back, but it came out more of a smirk.

"What would you like?"

"An address."

"Ah," Corrine said, putting her notepad away. She looked at Sam skeptically. "Who's"

Dean, noticing where this was heading and recalling Sam's hardship on talking just earlier, replied this time. "One Andy Wilson. Know her?"

"Hell," Corrine said shaking her head slightly. "Everyone knows her. No, better yet, everyone knows of her. Barely anyone knows her."

"How's that?"

"Sad little thing. Every god awful thing seems to happen to her. But she's got a pretty good outlook in life. She pulls through." she then added sadly. "It'd do people more good to just get to know her better, but they don't listen, now do they. Thinking they know better than all the others." She then eyed them suspiciously. "Why do you want to know where she lives?"

"Want to thank her, that's all." Dean said, putting on another great smile. Corrine nodded.

"For?"

"Saving me." Her eyed grew wide with Sam's reply.

"Where?" she looked at both of them and lowering her tone she asked. "Did that thing get you in the bathroom?"

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"What do you know about it?" Dean asked her.

"Not much. Same as everyone else. Not as much as Andy, though I guess." she then nodded to herself. "Yep. That's it. If you were attacked, and she helped you then there must be something about you worth saving. Then, I guess it's okay for you to see her."

"Do you know her? Like personally?" Dean asked.

"Used to. Sweet kid, really is. She just shut herself down from everyone a few years back. I'll let her explain all she wants. Just don't believe everything you hear about her, okay? Just promise me that." Both men nodded. Corrine pulled out her notepad again and wrote down Andy's address.

"Now, she most likely won't be there…"

"Where then?" Dean asked, accepting the extended piece of paper.

"In the woods behind the house. I'd go there immediately. She'll look after his wounds, too. I guess he hurt you pretty bad?" Sam nodded. "Yeah, he does that. Hospital won't do much good. They're pretty skeptical about this invincible man attacking and leaving no marks and all. Most people in town are the same. But I've seen some things and I believe her. I really hope you will too. She must have a good feeling about you, cause usually she won't tell anyone about the attacks until after."

Dean pulled into the drive way of 104 Gassamer Way. It was the only house in that entire part of town. It looked almost abandoned, the grass unkept and the newspapers pilling up by the mailbox. But this had been the address Corrine had given them.

"Let's try the woods first." Dean said. "Think you can make it?" He asked with a worried glance to Sam.

"Corrine said she'd be able to care for me. Guess the least I can do is go to her."

"Okay then." Dean said, opening his door, closing it quickly and rushing over to Sam as he was opening the passenger door. He pulled him out much like he had pulled him out in Constance's house so many months before.

"Okay then, lean on me." Dean instructed.

"No, I'm fine." Sam said, but Dean knew better than to trust him, so they both made their way over to the woods some twenty yards behind the house.

They couldn't see her, but they instantly knew she had to be there. Her tent was up and there was a small campfire set up. There was also, to Dean and Sam's surprise, a rifle, two knifes that looked as if they'd just been cleaned and the rag was still beside them, and a smaller .45 with an attached silencer. They looked at each other wondering if it had been such a good idea after all to come by there.

"What do you want?" a voice from above asked them.

"Andy? Andy Wilson?" Dean asked, looking around.

"I know that. But why?"

"You saved me, back in the diner." Sam replied quickly, hoping this would bring out the girl to them.

"Know that too. And I also told you to get away from there. Told you that you couldn't kill it."

"Just wanted to say thanks. And…" Sam continued but was immediately stopped as Andy jumped out of the tree in front of them.

"Bull. You wanted to know what I know so then you could go and pay revenge to this thing for attacking Sam. But I already told you, you can't kill it. It doesn't want to die."

"How did you know his name? I didn't tell you his name?" Andy smiled and shrugged at them.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. You were bound to come by here sooner or later. Actually, later, way later."

"How do you know of us?" Sam asked.

"Does everyone here know about us?" Dean wondered.

"No." was all Andy said.

"That's it? No." Dean asked.

"Not going to make this easy. Okay, I get that. But first, let's make sure Sam's okay. That I think is something we can all appreciate. But for that, I'm afraid we have to head back to that house." Andy said. She headed over to her hand gun and started to walk toward the house.

Once there, Andy motioned for the guys to wait by the back door. She went to climb up the side and when she hit the second landing, Dean yelled up to here, "You do live here right?" and she had smiled and nodded. Moments later, she emerged at the back door, and led them over to the kitchen where Dean sat Sam on the window seat.

Andy had her first aid kit laid out on the breakfast table. Hers was stocked more heavily then theirs Dean noticed.

"Pull off his shirt, slowly. I don't want to cause him any more pain." Dean nodded and helped eased off Sam's shirt.

Andy proceeded to care for Sam's invisible wounds. She applied alcohol, at which Sam winced as if they had really been there, and then she bandaged him up. Then, as she repackaged her kit, Dean began to help her and began questioning the teen.

"So, now can you tell us how you know our names?"

"Nope, not yet." she replied quickly, closing the packaged kit. She began to walk away, but Dean followed her.

"Why not? We have a right to know!" Dean demanded.

"I know. And you will. I just think that you need to hear about other things first to understand. Other things I need to tell you.."

"Like what?" She turned abruptly at the base of the steps.

"So you don't blame me like everyone else!"

"Blame you?" Dean asked, his eyebrows raised. Sam slowly entered the room.

"So it's true?" Sam asked the young girl. She looked on the edge of a breakdown. Sam watched as the grip she maintained on the first aid lit caused her knuckles to turn white. "You…you killed people? You killed that guy's godson?"

"NO! That's just it. I didn't kill anyone. I warned them all. No one ever listens to me!" and as soon as the words left her lips, Andy turned once again and raced up the stairs briskly opening a door and not shutting it behind her.

Sam and Dean stood in silence for a few seconds. Then, looking at each other, Dan asked Sam, "Was that like a temper tantrum or something?" Sam smiled lightly and shrugged. "Guess we better go after her."

"How come?"

"Well, she didn't yell for us to leave. And I for one would like to know how the hell this girl in the middle of Nowhere knows about us." Sam nodded and they both followed Andy's path up the stairs, Sam a few steps behind.

They entered the room and found it scarcely plain. Abandoned almost. The room was dully white and the bed had an old worn quilt and a solitary pillow for the inhabitant. The desk had a few papers on it that with closer inspection, they realized were some little kids drawings. The uppermost showed a small family of a mother, father and a little girl. A sad question was written in the clouds with red crayon in sloppy, little kid letters :

When can I see you again?

They proceeded to the open window, seeing as she was defiantly not in the tiny room. She sat on the roof and didn't even startle when the brothers joined her.

"Sorry for jumping to speculations, maybe you care to tell us about it?" Sam tried. Andy showed no response.

"What do we need to know? Why can't we kill this thing?" Dean tried.

"Because," Andy responded softly. She looked up to both of them and they could see the tears streaming down her face. She spoke however as if they weren't their. "He doesn't want to."

"They usually don't. We can handle that. We need to know more though. Why did it attack Sam?"

"I know they usually don't want to. But this one won't. Nothing's helped. And no, not even you can make him leave."

"How do you know we can't?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Andy. I mean, you don't know what we know. We can help." Sam said softly.

"But I do. I do know." Dean's eyes grew worried again.

"Which brings us back to how do you know about us?"

"You guys really want to know?" She asked them staring at them intently, as if asking them if they had heard of the most current unfortunate misshapen and she hated to be the bearer of bad news.

They nodded.

Andy stood up on the roof and headed back into the window. "Come on then, but I warn you this could take a while." And she entered the house once again leaving the brothers behind.

When they entered, they found her sitting on the crummy bed and looking through the drawings that they had seen earlier.

"Whose drawings?" Dean asked standing in front of her. Sam sat down beside him at the desk's chair.

"Mine."

"And, where are they?" Sam asked, referring to the parents in the picture.

"Dead."

"Oh, sorry." Sam said. Both boys lowered their heads.

"They were both killed by some supernatural bastard." she added sourly. At that, they looked up again to see her look back at them.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked softly. This poor girl had also lost a beloved parent to the threshold of the unknown.

"Do you know what did it?" Dean asked surprisingly sympathetically. He kneeled down now, eye level with Andy and beside Sam.

"Not really. I know a demon took my dad. But, I can't remember my mom. She died when I was eight months old."

"Who do you live with?"

"You want my whole story?" she asked softly.

"You said you'd talk." Dean reminded her. She locked eyes with him and nodded.

"Better find a better seat than that, Dean. This is fourteen years worth of shit I'm about to tell you." she said with a soft smile. Dean stood again and sat beside the girl on the small, toddler bed.

Andy's story: (Andy's POV)

My father told me that the night my mother died, she had checked in on me and gone off to bed. That's all he ever said. That's all I can remember him saying. I do know that one April night, fourteen years ago, something came into my house and took my mother from me. It unnerved my father. He couldn't take it. He raved about some creature thing that had mutilated her. I had no idea what he meant. They tried to take me away from him. He was going mad and saying crazy things about unbelievable things that made no sense to anyone. No one believed him and they feared that this would have a lasting impact on me.

It did, just not the way they had feared.

A few months after I turned four and had started preschool, my father was taken from me. I remember that clearly though. Like it happened yesterday. It was Saturday in November and we always watched movies or such because that was the only day we both had entirely to ourselves. I remember we watched a scary movie, but they didn't scare me because me father had let me see them my whole life. He wanted me prepared for whatever could come and take me. He didn't want me afraid.

He put me to bed, and I went to sleep fast, cause I'm a pretty quick sleeper. I used to be a heavy sleeper too, but now I guess I can't have that luxury. Anyway, that night I woke up cause something was disturbing me. Not like a nightmare, but something in my head was calling out to me. I went to see my father in his room, but he still hadn't gone to bed. So, I went over to the living room and I saw him sleeping in the armchair. And then, out of no where, this…guy comes over and smiles at me and tells me something in a language I can't understand. He looked evil though, so I screamed.

My dad woke up instantly, and the guy smiled at me like I had done just what he had wanted. Then, he and my dad started to fight. My dad could hold his own and so I was rooting for him and yelling at him to look out when the other guy was coming from behind. I was also chucking things at them and all the while trying to help my dad. But…but then the thing grabbed his neck and started choking him and flung him up and….and as he came back down he stabbed him. Then, he started eating him and I ran out of the house screaming.

I ran to my neighbor's house and cried enough for them to understand to call 911. My father would never be letting me out that late, in the dark. Alone none the less. They know something was wrong. They found most of his body when the cops came. All his blood was drained. I never went back in and my stuff was packed for me. Also, most of the keepsakes about my mom and dad were packed with me. I stayed with those same neighbors for a few days until a man came for me and brought me here. And then, my life really went to hell.

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