2. Sam and the Hanky-Panky (4.01)
From her spot on Bobby's couch, Andy watches as Dean paces the kitchen before he presses the phone to his ear.
"Yeah, hi," his voice says. "I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me." He paces over to the fridge. "Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles." Bobby glances over at him from the kitchen table. "Social is 2-4-7-4." Dean paces again. "Thank you." Dean hangs up the phone and crosses over to the laptop on the table.
"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Felix asks curiously.
"You kiddin' me, Felix? What don't I know about that kid?" Dean types in the address for Arc Mobile in the web browser before picking up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around. "Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, your parents out of town or something?"
"Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy."
Dean holds his gaze for a moment. "Right," he mumbles and after a moment, the laptop beeps and the display shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star.
The locator reads: Phone Location: 236 Adams Road. Pontiac, Illinois.
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois," Dean murmurs in surprise.
"What?" Andy says, getting to her feet. "He's where?"
"That's right where you were planted," Bobby says.
"And right where you popped up," Felix replies. "Hell of a coincidence, don't ya think?"
Dean, Bobby, Andy and Felix all walk down a dingy hallway in the Astoria Motel later that night in Pontiac, where Dean knocks on the door marked with the number 207 inside a red heart. A few seconds later a beautiful young woman with dark hair, who was wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear, opens the door.
She looks at them expectantly. "So where is it?"
Dean glances at Bobby and the girls, confused. "Where's what?"
"The pizza . . . that takes two guys and a pair of lesbians to deliver?"
"Hey," Andy says automatically. "I resent that."
"But we are lesbians, Andy," Felix whispers, and the brunette glares at her.
"Shut up, Fee."
"I think we have the wrong room," Dean tells the woman.
Sam suddenly appears behind the woman, wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans, his expression grim and focused. "Hey, is . . ." At the sight of Dean, Sam freezes, his eyes glancing between Dean and Bobby.
Dean swallows hard. "Heya, Sammy," he mumbles. The woman steps aside as he enters the room, but as he gets close Sam lunges at him with a knife and the woman screams. As he blocks his little brother's attack, Bobby rushes forward to pull Sam away, gripping him around the shoulders as he continues to struggle.
"Who are you?!" Sam shouts.
"Like you didn't do this?!" Dean shouts back.
"Do what?!"
"It's him," Bobby tells Sam. "It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him . . ."
Sam stares at his brother as the struggle to fight slowly drains from his body. "What . . ."
"I know. I look fantastic, right?" Dean says with a slight grin as he cautiously advances toward Sam.
Bobby lets go of Sam, who seems to be on the verge of tears, and the youngest Winchester brother reaches forward to pull Dean into a desperate hug. They embraced for several seconds, heavy with emotion, and Bobby looks on with tears in his eyes. Sam pushes his brother back to arm's length and the woman stares at the both of them, confused.
"Are you two like . . . together?" the woman asks, and Felix makes a sound of disgust.
"Ohmigod, gross," the redhead exclaims. "Wincest? You should be ashamed of yourself."
Sam glances over at the woman, almost like he's just remembered she was there, and says: "What? No. No. He's my brother."
"I mean, I like Sam in that brotherly love kind of way, but I don't go for guys that are related to me," Dean jokes.
"Uh . . . got it. I . . . I guess," she says, though any of them can tell she doesn't get it at all. "Look, I should probably go."
"Yeah," Sam says with a nod. "May-maybe that's a good idea." And a few minutes later, now dressed in a white button-down shirt, Sam opens the door for the woman, who is now dressed in an adorable blue plaid shirt.
"So, call me."
"Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy."
She frowns. "Kristy," she tells him, disappointed.
"Right," Sam mumbles, shutting the door as she walks away.
Dean stares at his brother, arms crossed against his chest. He and Bobby cut a suspicious glance at Sam. "So tell me," he asks, "what'd it cost?"
Sam cracks a grin. "That girl? I don't pay, Dean."
"That's not funny, Sam-"
"It's a little funny," Felix says, and Dean sends a glare over his shoulder, silencing the redhead.
"To bring me back, Sam," Dean says. "What'd it cost? Was it your soul, or was it something worse?"
"You . . . you think I made a deal?" Sam stammers, eyes wide with shock.
"That's exactly what we think," Bobby tells him.
"Well, I didn't."
"Don't you lie to me," Dean growls.
"I'm not lying."
He advances toward his brother. "So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it?"
"Dean," Andy says.
"You're some Demon's bitch-boy?"
"Dean," Andy repeats.
"I didn't want to be saved like this!"
"Dean!" Andy shouts, and the Hunter spins around to face her, green eyes glowing with anger.
"What."
"He's not lying, Dean."
"There's no other way that this could have gone down, Andy," Dean exclaims. He grabs Sam by the front of shirt, getting in his face. "Now tell the truth!"
"He is, Dean, I know he is! I-"
"I tried everything," Sam snaps, breaking out of his brother's grip. "That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no Demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry."
Dean relents, looking slightly embarrassed. "It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question," Bobby finally says after a moment.
"Yeah," Andy agrees. "If Sam didn't pull you out of Hell, then who did?"
"And how did you know he was telling the truth?" Dean asks.
"Who are you anyway?" Sam asks.
She sticks out her hand. "The name's Andrea Moss, but I go by Andy. The redhead over there is my girlfriend, Felix."
"Isn't Felix a boy's name?" Sam asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I happen to like Felix, thank you," the redhead says sharply, and Sam holds his hands up in surrender.
"It's nice. Totally nice, I swear."
"How 'bout a drink, Sam?" Andy chuckles. "Maybe with somethin' in our bellies we can put our heads together an' figure somethin' out."
"Yeah," he nods. "I'll go get some."
"I'll help!" Felix chimes, bouncing out of the room after Sam.
Dean and Bobby have taken over the couch, so Andy plops down on the bed, sprawling out. "This bed is not at all comfy," she utters after a moment of stillness. "How'd Sam have any hanky-panky with that cute girl when this mattress is as hard a brick?"
Dean snickers and Bobby drops his eyes to the floor, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
"What?" she says. "It's a legit question. No girl likes having sex on a bed that might give her back pain afterwards. Trust me, I should know."
"That have anything to do with Felix?" Dean asks with a grin.
Andy lifts her head from the pillow and her eyes narrow. "It might," she finally tells him, letting her head fall back. "And it might not. You'll never know, Dean Winchester."
"Hey, uh, Andy, I've been meanin' to ask . . . How'd you know Sam was tellin' the truth?" Bobby asks her.
With a sigh she sits up, wrapping her arms around her knees as she brings them up to her chest. "How'd I know?" Bobby nods and, after a slight hesitation, Dean does too. "Ever since I was born I've been able to tell if someone was lying or not. I don't know how, or why, but I can just look at a person and just . . . know."
"That must have put the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus in a whole new light then, huh?" Dean chuckles.
"Yeah, just a little," she laughs, but it trails off as her eyes lift up to the ceiling. "But I'd pretend, though, for my mom. It made her happy."
"Your mom," Bobby says. "Is she . . ."
"Yeah," Andy murmurs. "Demons attacked our house when I was fourteen. She knew what they were but I, uh, I didn't. They tied us up, asked questions I didn't understand, and when my mom didn't give them the answers they wanted . . . they, uh, they killed her. I don't remember what happened after, I think I blacked out, but when I woke up the Demons were gone and so was my mom. Been a Hunter ever since."
"Damn," Dean mumbles, "that's rough. Sorry about your mom."
"She's with the Angels now, in her own personal Heaven, so I'm not worried," Andy replies. Dean snorts, muttering the word, "Angels," and her eyes find his. "Do you not believe in Angels, Dean Winchester?"
"Got no reason to."
A smile spreads on Andy's lips as the door opens and Sam and Felix walk back in with a case of Bud Lite. "You might want to rethink your answer," she tells him.
Dean's eyebrows scrunch together and he opens his mouth to speak, but the presence of Sam passing out bottles of beer stops him from saying anything. Sam sits across from him and Bobby, on the edge of the bed, and Felix joins Andy on the bed.
"Cheers," Andy says, clinking her glass against Felix's, and takes a sip.
Dean takes a long pull of his beer and then clears his throat. "So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging' me out of my grave?" he asks his little brother.
"Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback."
"All by yourself?" Bobby growls accusingly. "Who do you think you are, your old man?"
Dean suddenly cocks his head to the side and gets up, crossing over to the bed with a frown.
"That's the Lilith who sicced her Hellhounds on Dean, right?" Felix asks.
"Right," Sam says, distracted as he glances at his brother. "And, uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up."
Dean fishes a pink flowered bra out from under the bed and holds it up, raising an eyebrow at Sam. "Oh yeah. I really feel your pain."
"Anyways," Sam mumbles, face flushing pink as Felix grabs the bra and holds it to her chest, Andy bursting into laughter when the redhead does a little dance. "Uh, I was checking these Demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here."
"Wait, what?" Andy asks. "When?"
"Yesterday morning," Sam tells her. "Why?"
"We had the same problem," Felix says, taking a long pull of her beer. "Sent a bunch of those assholes back to Hell at dawn."
"That's when I busted out," Dean says, eyes wide. "And not long after that Andy and Fee picked me up."
"You think these Demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby asks him.
"But why?" Sam wonders.
"Well, I don't know-some badass Demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow."
"How ya feelin' anyway, Dean?" Andy asks.
"I'm a little hungry."
"No," Bobby says with a roll of his eyes. "She means, do ya feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?"
"Or Demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?"
"Yeah. Well, listen," the older man says. "No Demon's lettin' you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have somethin' nasty planned."
"Well, I feel fine."
"Okay, look," Sam says. "We don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help."
"I know a psychic. A few hours from here," Bobby tells them. "Somethin' this big, maybe she's heard the other talkin'."
"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot," Dean says.
"I'll be right back, then." Bobby gets to his feet and heads for the door.
"I'll get the car started," Andy said, and Felix follow after her, chugging the rest of her beers.
Dean gets to his feet and starts to follow them, but Sam's voice stops him: "Hey wait. You probably want this back." His little brother was reaching into the collar of his shirt to pull out a cord when Dean turns around, and it's after Sam places it into his hand that he realizes it's his amulet. He absently touches his neck, wondering how he hadn't noticed it was gone before.
"Thanks," he mumbles.
"Yeah, don't mention it," Sam says, falling silent as he watches Dean slip the amulet over his head. After a minute, "Hey Dean, what was it like?"
Dean glances up. "What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked out. I don't remember a damn thing."
"Well, thank God for that," his little brother nods, and turns to leave.
"Yeah," Dean murmurs. "Thank God for that." But instead of following after Sam, Dean heads for the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he stares at himself and runs a hand over his chin as he leans forward on the sink. Images suddenly flash across his mind: His face bloody and terrified, screams and eerie sounds echoing around him.
Dean pulls back from the mirror, the images disappear, and he blinks in confusion.