A/N: Alright so here's chapter 3, um, because of Andy certain things in Season 2 will obviously be different. Some spoilers for BUABS so… umm if you don't like spoilers don't read… alright… sounds good. Like always I hope you enjoy and please review, even if it is bad stuff. Just please review. So I have come to the decision that this plot bunny will allow me to write three different stories. This one, revelations and two more later. So tell me what you guys think of that. I can't tell you what they will be about but, I think that is best.
After a while Andy managed to convince Sam and Dean that she could be an essential part of the team and for them to let her join them on their conquests. In all honesty it actually hadn't been that hard, when Sam found out that she could speed read and stayed up all night they decided she was a good asset. Their travel time was cut in half with Andy driving when Sam and Dean needed to sleep, it had taken some convincing but Dean had decided to let her drive the Impala, but only when he couldn't.
They had actually had a lot of fun together, the three of them. Sam always talked about his fondest memory when Dean and Andy came in, both reeking of alcohol and both with matching black eyes. They had gotten into a drunken argument and eventually a fist fight neither of them remembering the tussle in the morning.
"Morning sleepy heads" Andy said cheerfully as both Sam and Dean awoke the smell of coffee and fresh donuts filled the air. Andy tried to do this every morning if she could, she would go out and get the freshest coffee and the freshest donuts. They were always still a little melty, and Sam loved it.
Sam sat up and looked over at his brother who snorted and rolled over, pulling the blanket over his face. Andy rolled her eyes and walked beside his bed. She looked at Sam who quirked a small but, shame on you, grin. Andy reached her hand down and gently ran her finger on Dean's neck.
"Screw off" He mumbled as he tried to shake her off. He let out a deep sigh before finally sitting up and looking grumpily at Andy. She knew exactly what bothered him and made him wake up… which he hated. It meant that he would no longer get away with sleeping in the way he did when Sam was around.
"Brought you coffee, donuts, and breakfast." She said as she looked over at him. "So get up."
In the short time that they had known each other she and Dean had quickly developed a love hate relationship. Well, not so much a love hate relationship as much as they liked to push each others buttons. But when it came down to it, they were like one giant family. Andy had quickly picked up on the boys' traits and habits; they had also picked up on hers. She still had a lot of secrets but, Sam and Dean both figured that with some time she would open up.
"Fine." Dean said grumpily. He sat up in bed and watched as Andy put the food onto the table and turned deathly pale. Her face contorted for a second and Dean and Sam both looked worried. The next thing they knew she was running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
"Andy?" Dean asked as he ran to her side. He began gently stroking her back waiting for her to stop. She rested her chin on the toilet seat for a moment before trying to get onto her feet. She was assisted by both brothers and she turned on the tap, splashing her face with the cold water and gargling with some.
Both Sam and Dean looked at her worriedly, this had been a common occurrence for the past week and it was starting to worry both of them. Andy never told them what was happening she just, didn't feel well. Dean led her into the main room and sat her down on his bed. He sat across from her on Sam's his face seemed slightly demanding, but hers still seemed so distant.
"Hey Sam, can you go to the pharmacy and get us some pepto?" Dean asked Sam. Which was more of an order, Sam grabbed the keys to the Impala and obliged. He grabbed his jeans and slid them on then his coat and quietly left the two in the motel room
"Andy, what the hell is going on here? It's been happening sporadically for the last week. We can't have you spacing out on a hunt, what the hell is going on." Dean's eyes were pleading. He knew he was the last one to be demanding answers; he had been so closed off for a long time. But this was really worrying him, and getting dangerous.
"You know, it didn't matter whether you wanted to remember or not, they had ways of making you forget." She said to the air. It was as if she didn't notice that Dean was even in the room.
"Before we all got out we had started doing field missions. Or assassinations. But sometimes things didn't go as planned. I had a couple of bad experiences, killing people who didn't deserve to die." She looked up at Dean. Her green orbs looked like glass as tears began to pour out of them. "I killed an eight year old girl. I shot right through her, it, it was an order but, it was an accident. She stepped in front of the shot. She didn't deserve to die. She was carrying a doll I can remember it breaking when it hit the ground and her bloodied body lying on the ground, then while they were grieving the loss of their daughter I had to kill her father. What kind of monster does that? I keep getting flashes of it, of the case, the seduction, pretending to be the nanny. Then of her, and then I'm sick."
She looked up at Dean again; her face was wet with tears. He got up and moved beside her, he gently snaked his arm around her and pulled her trembling figure close to him. She wept into his shoulder as he heard himself shushing her before he even knew what he was doing. He looked down at her, she looked so innocent, but he knew that she had a dark past but then so did he. If it wasn't for Sam he probably would have killed many people, even innocent ones. But Andy didn't have a choice, she grew up with her orders, the demands of those around her and she did the best she could to get by. Dean had experienced Manticore first hand and he knew what it was like there.
"Hey, we've all done things we didn't want to. Or regret, if I didn't have Sam I would've smoked so many good guys. Same with Sam, he almost smoked Andy Gallagher. The important thing is that, that person that you were isn't who you are right now. You're remorseful about what you did. You have to let your past, be what it is. The past." Dean spoke these words in almost a whisper. He could still feel her body shaking against his, he gently moved into a lying position never letting his arm waver from around her waist, she kept crying against his chest and before either of them knew what was happening they had fallen asleep.
Dean finally woke up and gently shook Andy. She must've totally exhausted herself crying, because she only slept when she was totally upset. Her soft eyes fluttered open and met Dean's he gave her a soft smile and she gave one back before looking at the clock. It had been almost eight hours since they had talked and fallen asleep.
"Where's Sam?" She asked tiredly. Dean looked wide eyed for s second and got up quickly. He looked around the room for a note, not finding one. He grabbed his pants and quickly pulled them up, searching for his cell phone in the process. He grabbed it and dialed Sam's cell phone not getting an answer.
"Shit, common Sam." Dean said aggressively. They were just stopping off here, its not like they were onto a hunt, all Sam had to do was get some freakin' Pepto and he had gone missing. Andy was at his side in an instant. She walked over to the food to see if it had been touched, it hadn't however Sam's bags were missing.
"Dean. Sam came and got his bags." Andy said and she looked over at Dean who looked shocked.
"What do you mean, he came and got his stuff and then just left?" Dean asked slightly panicked. Andy nodded; this was just too weird Sam never just took off.
"Look uh, call Ellen and we'll drive around and look around town, but if I know Sammy, which we do. He's probably skipped town by now. If we can't find him we'll head to the road house." She ran a hand through her hair and pulled it back into a pony tail. She quickly grabbed all of their things and tossed them into the duffels, before putting a hand on Dean's shoulders.
"Look Dean. There's been no sign of forced entry, or a struggle, Sam obviously came back and got his stuff. Look it isn't the first time Sam's decided to go off on his own, it just never leads to good things." She let out a sigh and walked past Dean.
The two of them had scoured the entire town. Someone had said they saw Sam leave town. That was that, Dean and Andy decided to go to the roadhouse it was at least two days away, but what choice did they honestly have? Dean had Andy calling Ellen and Bobby a couple of times to see if anyone had come up with anything. No such luck, finally Dean was talking to Ellen in a panic when Andy's cell phone rang.
"Sam? Where the hell are you? Calm down, seriously calm down. We'll be there right away okay? Just stay there don't leave the room, okay." Andy closed the phone and Dean looked at her with hopeful eyes. She told Dean what Sam had told her and he sped the Impala to the next town in order to meet Sam. The two of them ran into the motel building as fast as they could.
When Dean opened the door and saw Sam sitting on the bed his heart race slowed down. Andy sped past him and embraced him tightly.
"Geeze, Sam. You scared the crap out us." That's when Andy noticed the blood on Sam's shirt. "Oh god, Sam." She said panicked as she looked at the blood on Sam's shirt.
"I don't think it's mine." He said with tears in his eyes. Andy stood quickly and looked at Dean. He looked at her with equal concern.
"Sammy what do you remember?" Dean asked. His voice was demanding, and unwavering. But Andy and Sam, she was sure, could tell that Dean was freaked, totally, completely. Sam looked up his eyes glistening, and started to speak.
"I don't remember. All I remember is leaving to get Peptobismol at the store. I don't remember even making it to the store." He looked around and he looked like a lost puppy, which had been beaten before being found by his family.
"Dean, why don't you go grab something to eat. I'm gonna clean Sam up, his knuckles are all split." Andy said as she stood up and walked over to Dean and gently pushed him out in the hallway. She gently closed the door and looked at him.
"I am really worried about him. He doesn't remember anything about the last three days? This doesn't make sense Dean. Hurry back okay? We need to get this sorted as soon as we can." Dean looked at her and nodded.
Dean came back with a bag of burgers, fries and some pepsi. Sam was sitting on the bed, wearing a nice clean dress shirt and his knuckles we bandaged. Dean could see that Sam had a look of pure guilt and confusion on his face, but Andy was leaning against the window as if she was waiting for Dean. That's when Sam spoke.
"We found something." He said. He looked down and Andy motioned for Dean to come over. She pulled back the curtains and revealed a smeared bloody hand print. Sam must've climbed into the window.
Dean decided that they should probably go check around back. That's when Sam revealed that he remembered the garage and they found a bloodied knife in the back. Also they found menthol cigarettes. The three of them decided to go back to the gas station where Sam had bought them.
As it turned out Sam was a chimney and a drunk. Dean had managed to get the way Sam had gone from the kid behind the counter, not before empting his wallet of course. Sam, Dean and Andy pulled up to a large house. When they got inside what they saw was horrible.
There was a man on the floor, his throat was cut open, and Dean had watched the video tape of Sam doing it. Andy's heart quickened as she watched the tape, something weird about her slightly feral instinct understood the pleasure of taking another's life. But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside and pried open the computer box and took the hard drives.
She helped Dean wipe off the finger prints from the house. This was terrible; Sam had killed a man completely in cold blood. But, something about it really bothered Andy; it almost seemed as if Sam had purposefully dragged the man onto the screen so that they could see him kill him. Andy once again shoved the thought to the back of her head. This was Sam, the kid who was practically an angel. She could swear that she had seen white feathers on his pillow and a halo hanging on his bed post more than once.
The three of them drove silently to the next town. Getting a cheap motel room and deciding to settle in for the night. Andy had called the shower, she really needed one, she needed to concentrate and try to put the pieces together. She was not going to have to kill another friend because they were one fry short of a happy meal.
She savored the sensation of the hot water on her skin and she washed her hair, she just stood under the hot water for a moment. Remembering 'him' how lost he was. She thought she had seen the same look in Sam's eyes. The same look Ben had given her when he was so terribly confused about right and wrong and everything else that wasn't Manticore.
She was torn from her thoughts when she heard Sam yelling at Dean. He was saying something about needing to be saved. She got out of the shower and pulled on her underwear and a tank top, she struggled to pull on her jeans just as she heard Dean say something along the lines of I can't I'd rather die. She opened the bathroom door just in time to see Dean hit the ground. She tried to move quickly behind Sam but her super speed was no use to him.
She felt the hard piece of metal collide with her face she stumbled back and felt it hit her once again, then once more before she hit the ground and passed out.
"One, two, three strikes and your out." Sam said as he leaned down at her lifeless body. Inches away from her face he breathed in her scent and smiled. This was going to be fun.
A/N: Oh, a new set up for the events of BUABS I promise now that summatives are done that I will update more often. I promise promise promise!! Review and let me know everything. I hope you all liked it, and I hope it was longer than the last chapter.
