Ding! Sam's phone rang out, indicating he had a message.

Lindsey was lying beside him, and she glanced at his phone, "Who is it?"

Sam opened his messages, and saw that Dean had texted him: Went to the cemetery on the edge of town to talk to Andy. Don't wait up.

Lindsey pawed at Sam's bare chest, "You know it's rude to be on the phone when you're in bed with a beautiful woman."

Sam smiled slightly, "It's just my brother."

"Ooh, scandalous."

"Really, Lindsey?" Sam scoffed and then climbed on top of her, setting down the phone and murmuring, "I'd rather you not talk about my brother when we just had sex."

Lindsey put a finger to his lips as he began to lean in, "Nuh uh, one round's enough for tonight. I've got an early day tomorrow and it's already eleven. Feel free to sleep here, but you're not sleeping with me. Well, if you catch my drift."

Sam sighed and rolled back onto his back.

"I just said you're not sleeping with me." Lindsey said, annoyed.

"What?" Sam turned to look at her.

"You heard me. You get the floor." Lindsey pointed at the floor beside the bed, which was littered with items.

"Um—"

Lindsey grinned, "You are too gullible." She cuddled up to him, her eyes sparkling, "You're really adorable, Sam."

Sam sighed. He'd never win with her. He let himself rest, his arm around Lindsey, and he began to wonder if Dean was all right. He was capable, of course, but still, neither of them knew who they were dealing with. They were supposed to confront Andy together. Why had he suddenly gone off on his own?

It was with those thoughts that he drifted off to sleep, only to awaken to his cell phone alarm. He looked around, and realized Lindsey had already gone. He got out of her bed, and picked up his clothes from the floor, and began to put them on.

God, why did he keep coming back to her? Even after he'd found out she'd been cheating on Andy with him, he still slept with her. He was an awful person, wasn't he? Sam groaned, and he pulled on his socks. How can he be so stupid?

He checked his phone once more, and realized he hadn't replied to Dean's message. He sighed, and then tried calling him.

There was no answer.

Starting to get more than a little worried, he left Lindsey's house, buttoning up his shirt as he went. He noticed Lindsey's car wasn't in the driveway, and he wondered where she'd gone. Normally she'd been around when he'd woken up on other days.

He decided not to think much of it, and got into the impala. As fast as the law would allow him (at times a little bit faster if he was being honest), he drove to the motel he and Dean were staying at. He quickly got to his room, and opened the door.

The room looked empty.

Or it would've had Dean not left his clothes all over Sam's bed, and wasn't snoring lightly in the other one. Sam sighed, he should've guessed. He'd worried for nothing, then. He flipped on the lights, and Dean groaned.

"Five more minuss…" Dean slurred, "Jus' gimme' five more minutes Sammy…" Sam rolled his eyes and sat down on his own bed, moving the clothes off to the side. Still, Sam was eager to find out what had happened at the cemetery the night before.

"Come on, Dean. Get up."

"Five."

"Dean."

Dean just pulled the covers up above his head. Sam stood up, and his footsteps clattered on the wood floor as he walked up to Dean's bed, and yanked the covers off.

Dean grunted when the cold air hit his skin, and he curled up into a ball, "I said five minutes, Sam."

"It's been five minutes."

"No…"

"You fell back asleep. Now get up." Sam flicked on the radio, and finally, Dean began to sit up.

"What time is it?"

"A little after seven."

"Jesus Christ, Sammy, I had an alarm for nine," Dean fell back onto his bed with a groan, "Give me back my blanket."

"Nope," Sam said with a grin, "Come on, seven isn't early."

"Maybe not for you. But today I was allowed to sleep in."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you were off with that girl all night."

Sam sighed, "So?"

"Well…? What you guys do?" Dean grinned teasingly.

"I'm not divulging my sex life to my brother."

Dean chuckled and finally got up. He stretched and then rubbed his eyes, "Aw come on, at least tell me if she's flexible."

"Sure, now moving on—"

Dean grinned.

"Moving on," Sam insisted, "What was with that message you sent me?"

"Message?"

"You know… going to the cemetery? You said Andy had something to tell you?"

"Oh right," Dean sighed, "Turned out to be a hoax. He never showed."

Sam back down on the other bed, "Seriously? Why do you think he didn't?"

"No clue. Anyways, it was late, so I just came back here and went to bed." Dean ran a hand through his hair, "What do you think we should do now?"

"Well, we'd agreed to meet with him today anyways, so let's head over to his house. I got his address from Lindsey."

"Okay! Great, let's go talk to the kid then." So, Dean got ready and once he was dressed, the two of them set out to Andy's place.

Dean was smiling most of the way there, earning Sam's curiosity. He couldn't tell what his brother could be so happy about. He just brushed it aside; after all, what was the harm of him smiling?

But, no sooner had Dean parked the car in Andy's driveway, than Andy's front door had burst open, and said man ran down the driveway towards them. He had a frantic look in his eyes, and he pounded on the window until Dean finally opened it.

"Agents, oh thank god."

Sam got out of the car on the other side, and held up his hands in an attempt to calm the young man, "Andy? What's going on?"

He turned to face him, eyes wide, "I- last night I- they tried to…"

Dean, now able to get out of the car, did so and asked, "They… They what?"

"It had these- these black eyes. It… it got into my house."

"Just calm down," Sam said, coming over to him, "Let's just go inside and talk, alright Andy?"

"O-Okay," He replied, taking quick breaths. Shakily, he stepped away from the car, and towards his home.

As soon as his back was turned Dean turned to Sam, "Still think he's a demon, Sammy?"

"Can't be too sure. You got the holy water?"

Dean nodded, and as they began to follow Andy into his house, he took out his flask and poured a generous amount of holy water onto his hand.

"Hey Andy?" Dean said, and put his hand on Andy's shoulder.

"Yeah?" He turned, and then pursed his eyebrows, "Why's your hand wet?"

Dean exchanged a look with Sam and drew his hand back, "Nothing, never mind. How about you sit down then and you can tell us what happened."

Andy nodded, and sat down on one of the couches in his living room. Dean and Sam sat down opposite him, both looking attentive- well Sam more than Dean, but that may have been because Dean had noticed there was a platter of chocolate cookies on the coffee table.

"So, Andy, tell us what happened."

"Well… last night, I just… thought about it a lot. The idea of demons. I mean, I thought it was a trick of the light, but… I saw someone's eyes turn black."

"Who?"

Andy took a shaky breath, "My… she broke into my house. I was just about to leave t-to go to the graveyard."

"Quick question," Sam cut him off, "Why the graveyard?"

"I just… I don't even know. Look, she was trying to kill me!"

"Who?"

"My girl- my… ex -girlfriend."

Sam's eyes widened, "Your ex was…"

"A demon. She's a demon."

"That's impossible."

Dean crossed his arms, and then whispered to Sam, "Uh… are you sure you were with her all night?"

"Yes! I mean… I fell asleep a little after you texted me, but—"

"What time did Lindsey show up at your place?" Dean cut him off.

Andy leaned back into his couch and thought for a moment before answering, "It was about eleven-thirty. I know I'd called you to meet me at eleven, but… well, I got a bit scared. I had to really will myself to go, and then, she showed up. She… had a knife. Lindsey told me she… she was here to finish me off, like," At this Andy's voice began to crack, "Like she did my mom."

Sam's face paled, "You're… sure it was Lindsey?"

"Positive. I know who my ex-girlfriend is. I mean… first she blows off my marriage proposal and now, she's trying to kill me!"

Sam blinked, "The marriage proposal."

"Yeah?"

"How'd you do it?"

"Oh I uh, I just met up with her, and asked."

"Where's the ring?"

"I threw it away when I found out she didn't want to marry me."

"Where'd you propose?" Sam asked.

"God, what's with all these questions!? None of this matters! She's a freaking demon, and she killed my mom. How about we focus on that and not the place she rejected me!?" Andy scowled, "Why does it matter where the hell I proposed to Lindsey? The fact of the matter is, she's a demon. She's a killer, and you need to stop her. That's your job, right?"

Dean looked at Sam sympathetically, and then replied to Andy, "Yeah. Don't you worry, Andy, we'll stop her."

"Good." Andy crossed his arms, and glared at Sam, "Now, tall guy, how's about you answer why my girlfriend was cheating on me with you?"

A/N at this point im going to guess y'all are all very confused. Don't worry, it'll all make sense eventually. Now i'm going to be updating every two weeks (still Tuesdays) so i have more time to write and edit. I'm currently working on my novel a lot as well, so not as much time for fanfic ^^