Becca kept her attention on the werewolf as he began to stand up.
"Becca, Becca, Becca, always trying to be tough. Don't want anyone to see how pathetic you really are, do you?"
Becca laughed, "Is that the best you've got?"
"Oh no, I've got this, too." In the blink of an eye Andrew had swept her legs out from under her and she was on her back, lying on the ground. She tried to kick him, but he grabbed her leg.
"That's it, bitch." He started to grab her.
"A little help here!" She yelled to Sam and Dean, but they were already moving, surrounding Andrew. One of them shot Andrew and he yelled out and then just as quickly as he had before he knocked the gun from Sam's hand and scratched him across the face. He grabbed Sam's shirt and threw him into the trees and then turned to Dean. Andrew pounced on him, slashing him across the stomach, causing him to yell out in pain.
"You all really are pathetic. Here I thought killing you would be a challenge." He said coldly to Dean and Becca jumped to her feet, pissed and not willing to watch Andrew kill Dean.
"Damn you!" She focused all of her attention on Andrew and he flew backwards, hitting the ground a few feet away with the loudest thud she had ever heard.
Quickly she was at Dean's side. "Dean, are you okay?" She asked him, kneeling by his side.
"Ah, I'm fine. Finish him off," Dean replied, handing Becca his gun and seemingly ignoring the fact that his shirt was soaked with blood.
Becca, however, took the gun anyway and got up and walked over to Andrew. She pointed the gun at his chest…..and hesitated.
"Come to shoot me when I'm down? Real brave, Becky," He informed her.
"I'm not going to shoot you…….yet. I want to know where Chase is and I want to know now." Becca kept her voice as firm as she could, glaring at Andrew.
"I knew it. I knew you didn't have the guts to pull the trigger." He laughed at her.
"Last chance, Andrew, where is she?" Becca tried to steady her shaking hands, keeping the gun pointed at Andrew's chest.
"Shoot me."
"Have it your way."
She aimed the gun for right next to him and fired. The bullet made a loud 'bing' as it hit a rock and bounced off. Andrew jumped and looked at her, confused.
"Now let's try this again, shall we?" She asked him, hoping Sam and Dean were okay because she knew she wouldn't be able to shoot Andrew – not like this.
But Andrew took her moment of hesitation and used it to his advantage. He stood up, and in one jump was on top of Becca, slashing at her flesh. The gun had gone flying from her hands, landing somewhere she didn't know, and she couldn't see Sam or Dean anywhere. She held back a scream as Andrew sliced across her stomach. He raised his hand and Becca closed her eyes tight, preparing for the worst, when she heard a single gunshot.
Andrew stopped mid swipe, his eyes going dark. He fell off of her, his dead body landing next to her, and Becca looked up to see Chase standing a few feet away, one single, smoking gun still pointed at Andrew.