Okay, wow, it's been a while. Sorry! Don't shot me, I'm trying the bestI can!

I loved all the reviews though:)

I decided that I'd answer a few here, so you can read this or skip forward to the story. Either way, please review!

doyoufeellikeyourfallingdown:You feel sorry for Don? Really? I was trying to pass him of as angry...said too much. I love Andy as a girl's name. It's short for Andrea though. I just love that name:D

Nate and Jake: I hope this was soon enough. :)

Lady Padalecki: I love Sam angst too! It's just so refreshing. Mainly because Dean has to make him all better (not meant in a freaky way);:)

Kasey Clark: I glad you like it! I also hope you like Andy. Don't htink so much about the others quite yet. I'm still trying to make Andy a likable character before I throw in the twist:)

Windyfontaine: Yippee a new reader! I used to update fast, before school and all. Now, I'm not so good. :( Sorrry.

And I was trying for the element of surprise! What John? No one thought that one up! lol :)

pmsdevil01: Yes, it's a good read if I may say so myself. lol. I'm gald you like it and hope you keep reading!

Ghostwriter: My faithful reviewer! Lol. I do plan a lot more chapters! Hope that's good for you!

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supernaturalfan0718: It's okay, doesn't matter how long it takes to review, I just like to see them! I will try to update sooner:)

A/N: Still with Andy, this will take a few chapters. But if your patient I promise a really cool twist. I want to know how you all feel about Andy along the way, so you have to review. If you guys stop liking her, then my story might go differently than what my head seems to want it to go. Unless, you guys like my creative ways, then we'll let my head win! Hahaha! So, please do review!

ANYWHERESVILLE

By: chocolate rules

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

Chapter 8 : Some One You Thought You Knew

Dean's eyes went wide and Sam started stuttering. Their father? She had been brought there by their father? When…why…what…how. So many questions passed through their minds as worry and the unknown passed through their eyes. Andy stared at her hands. She knew they weren't going to take this too well. Not this part of their father's lives and not everything else she was going to tell them. Mentally, she wished that they hadn't passed the city and hadn't stopped their. She wished she had had more time to prepare this little meeting. But that wish was late and she was currently in that predicament with no way out but the truth.

"How did…why would…when could…"Sam said, he looked between Dean and Andy began for the unasked answers.

"He knew my dad." Andy started after a few minutes.

"How?" Dean asked. He was staring straight at Andy, as if noticing she was there for the first time.

"They were in the Marines together." Andy said with a shrug. The brothers looked at each other. Their father never talked about the people he had met while in the corps. He never even mentioned his time there. He only told them of his training and how it made him stronger and got him prepared for anything. He taught them how he had been thought and treated them much like he had been treated, like soldiers. Most of their lives, they had even forgotten that he had actually done those things with others. They had almost concluded that their father had just concocted it all together and raised them into it.

"They were?" Sam asked after a few seconds. Andy nodded with a sigh. She knew that they knew nothing of their father's earlier days. Nothing about the force, nothing about her father, and nothing about her.

"Yeah, they served the same time. They became great friends after they found out that they had both grown up near each other. Like twenty miles apart, I think."

"They… they were friends?" Sam asked again. Dean seemed reluctant to speak again. Almost like this was all part of a huge scheme, like the ones him and Sam had to make up everyday.

"Yeah. Like best friends. My dad was best man in your parents wedding." Andy replied softly. "He…he even met my mom there." she looked up to meet Sam's eyes. Both saw the tears flowing out of each others eyes. Looking over to Dean, she was almost thrown back at the sight of the streak that ran down his face and the residue that a previous escapee had left.

"I think he was supposed to like be Dean's godfather even. But, I don't know what happened." She looked back at Sam and continued. "I have this picture, with you and Dean after you were born. You were in my mom's lap and Dean was sitting next to you on my dad's lap. Next to him is John, and he has this huge smile. One I don't he's used since then." she looked down, afraid at what their reaction would be to her statement. She stayed that way when she continued. "I love that picture. It's the only one I have with both of my parents in it. They're like super young and …happy. The only other picture I have of them is from their wedding. And one more of my mom with me. A few of me and my dad. And that's my pre-life all wrapped up in a package."

They all sat silently for a few minutes, letting all this new information sink in. A whole other side of their father, of their family, had just been exposed to them. Andy knew more about them, about their pre-hunting lives, than they did. Why? Why would this total stranger, a child even, know more about them than they did themselves.

"I'm sorry that was too much to handle. I shouldn't have said all that."

"No…" Sam said softly. He looked over to Dean who was staring back at the sobbing girl. Dean felt his glance and turned to Sam. They exchanged a knowing look and Dean turned back to looking at Andy as Sam proceeded to talk. "It wasn't too much to handle it was just…"

"Unexpected." Andy finished for him. "You didn't think that your father had this whole other life before you. I get it. Especially with the way he acts. Like life was meant for hunting and living a happy and sane one isn't an option." Sam smiled softly, this girl had obviously met their father. Dean, however, looked a little mishandle at the thought that this girl had the nerve to criticize his father. Andy turned to him then, looking at him with worried eyes.

" I didn't mean anything bad by that. I know that in his line of duty that type of mindset keeps you going day-to-day. I know it's saved him from a lot of things and kept him from doing a lot of worser things." She turned away from him, but did not look down, and while keeping her voice firm and her stare set she added, "It's just not the way people live. It's not the way anyone was meant to live. He shouldn't have dragged you both into this lifestyle, let you choice it maybe. He didn't give you guys the option that he had been given. He neglected everything of his old life and just up and started a new one.

"He was such the golden child. Football varsity, like a 3.5 grade point average. He gradated sixth in his class. He went to the marines because he wanted to rid himself of his own father's image. His father, the scholar business man. Your father's a smart man, but he wanted to be more than that and so he joined. My father went in to 'become a man', a man his father could be proud of. He wasn't as smart as your father. He was funny, though, and John used to love to have a good laugh. They both were like die hard football fans and they'd argue over the 'greatest' all the time.

"Well, that's all in the past now," Andy concluded. She wiped away the steady stream of tears as quickly as she could. She hated talking about her father. Talking about her mother always made her feel like she was talking about some random stranger, but talking about the man she remembered tucking her in at night and the man who had let her full out bang out on his drum set left her feeling lost.

"How do you know all this?" Sam asked in disbelief. He was trying to maintain control over his emotions, but was finding it more and more difficult as Andy's speech had continued. He was practically begging her to say how all this was just some made up folklore. That the man she was talking about was not his father. His father was a hunter out for revenge, take no prisoners kind of guy. This man, he hated to admit and mainly feared to hope, was too much like the man Sam wished John was.

"Well, John kind of told me."

"Kind of?" Sam asked unsure. Dean looked over at him, and watched as hope lingered in Sam's eyes. Hope for what he didn't know. Maybe Sam hoped that if this man had once been their father, then maybe he could turn back into him. Or maybe he hoped that this man was all a hoax and had never existed. That maybe their father just was who he was.

"Well, yeah, kind of."

"How exactly then?" Dean said suddenly. If he was to believe that this man had brought this girl there and had told her all about them, then he needed more than a kind of.

"I don't want to talk about." Andy said suddenly. She made to stand up, but as Dean was sitting right next to her, he just brought his arm out and held her down by the shoulder.

"That's not what you said before. You said you'd tell us everything. Plus, you still haven't even said how you knew who we were or what we do. You just said how you knew about us."

"Isn't that like the same thing?"

"No, not really."

"Andy," Sam said to the young girl. Both Dean and Andy turned to look at him. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Which one? How I know about you or who I live with? Or rather yet, why I'm here?"

"All would be kind of nice." Dean said with a little shrug.