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Chapter 58: All Hell Breaks Loose 1 Part 1

"Dean, stop it. I'm not going into labor! Contrary to popular belief, every time I get mad at you does not mean I'm in labor." Sam snorted and flipped to a different channel.

Dean continued to pack the bags. "Well one of these times, it'll happen. You'll see. So stop getting so angry and throwing things at me." I sighed evenly and picked up a pillow and wailed it at his head. It conked the side of his head and he slowly looked up at me. I smirked.

"Don't look at me like that. Be lucky it was a pillow and not the first thing I could get my hands on. Which would have been…" I looked to my side. "A coffee mug or remote." I saw Sam shift the remote onto the other side of him just in case I wailed something again. Whatever. He could do nothing about the coffee mug.

Dean licked his lips and it instantly drew my attention to them. Ass; I think he knew exactly that. "We're going to the hospital, Andy. Whether you liked it or not. You're nine months and you're getting checked out. And that's that."

I frowned and sat on the bed Sam was on. "I hate both of you." Not really. Loved them both a whole lot and by the tone of voice each of them knew that.

Dean smiled then and sat some of my clothes on top of our duffel. He came in front of me and kneeled, running his hands over my thighs. "Oh really?" He took one of my hands and kissed it and I stroked his cheekbone.

"Yes." I said unconvincingly. I felt Sam scoot closer behind me and he ran an absentminded hand through my hair.

"Its too bad." Dean mentioned softly. "Cause Sam and I are kind of fond of you."

I smiled softly and ran my other hand through his short hair. I sighed and leaned closer to kiss his forehead. I closed my eyes and kissed down the bridge of his nose and tilted his chin until my lips found his. I pushed gently and I felt his lips tug into a smile as he drew me closer to kiss him.

Sam noticed the silence and I guess looked over at us. "I get one of those too?" He asked jokingly.

Dean broke away and glared at him. "No."

He smirked and turned his attention back to the screen. I smiled softly and ran my thumb over the semi angry creases in Dean's eyebrows. Funny how he could get so angry over something in seconds flat. His face relaxed against my touch and flared up all over again when I asked this next question.

"Didn't I just go to the hospital like a week ago?" Dean sighed, irritated and got up off the floor. I frowned and turned on the bed to look at Sam. He smiled at me and I shrugged. "I did, right?"

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Like a month ago. When you were eight months. Remember?" He sighed and helped me pull my legs up onto the bed. I leaned back against the pillow against the headboard. "You'd think after nine months you'd know how these checkups usually go. And how Dean is really anal about them."

"I'm not anal." Dean commented from across the room. "I'm just…precautious."

Sam smiled and looked at me and mouthed, 'anal'. I let out a giggle and leaned my shoulder against his. He put an arm around me and stroked my hair as he turned another TV station on.

"Don't get too comfy. We're leaving as soon as I have these bags packed."

I let out a sigh, which I'm not sure if that was to annoy Dean or because I was truly comfortable. I leaned a little bit closer to Sam and finally just rested my head on his shoulder. Sam changed the channel again.

"Can I have the remote?"

Sam scoffed. "No, I'm finding perfect things to watch."

I rolled my eyes. "Right, some infomercials and the news are really riveting."

He stuck his tongue out at me and I rolled my eyes. I stopped trying to grab the remote and threw a blanket over myself instead. Dean sighed and went in and out of the bathroom and around the room collecting things. He kept throwing things like shampoo onto the bed and onto the duffel there. Except sometimes he overshot and the plastic containers had enough momentum to bounce off the bed and fly elsewhere.

"You know, this would go a lot faster if I had some help." Dean pointedly said, looking over at Sam.

It was then my eyes began to close. He was taking too long and I was tired. This is why I hated traveling at night. Why couldn't we just stay the night so I could get some sleep. But no, once Dean gets a bug up his ass his drive that settles it. Besides, I wasn't getting as much sleep as I wanted. Nine months pregnant was really difficult to maneuver in the car. Especially since Dean made me wear a seatbelt now. I thought it was ironic that he didn't make me do that when I was eight months. The car ride was bumpy and I could never ever find a comfy position. And sometimes a bed wouldn't even cut it, since I had to sleep on my side. I was so tired of sleeping on my side I was about to pull my hair out. Or sleep standing.

"Sorry, permanently a pillow for your sleeping girlfriend."

Dean hesitated. "She's asleep?" I'm guessing he was in the bathroom when he asked that. I heard him move closer to the bed. Alright so I wasn't fully asleep, but Sam was warm and he smelled good and I was on my way there. Dean sat on the bed near my legs and stroked my hair. "She's exhausted." It was soft, like he felt bad.

"That's not your fault, Dean." Sam answered back, just as soft. His chest vibrated against my side as he spoke. "Its not like Andy blames you or anything…"

"I know she doesn't blame me." Dean somewhat snapped. But he didn't sound angry just frustrated. "But she should. She's tired and I insist on moving. I should have stomped the hunts three months ago."

"Hey, Dean." Sam, always trying to placate the situation. "Andy is happy, healthy and she loves you. And Riley is healthy too, you know because the doctor told us a month ago." I could tell Dean was growing uncomfortable with the growing love in the room. That his baby brother had to comfort him like this. "Don't regret things like that. If you would have done things differently, Andy might be different."

Dean nodded once and stood. I heard him moan slightly and his back crack as he must of stretched. I could hear the smile in his voice. "Alright, thanks for the therapy session, Samantha." He smirked and Sam shook his head. I didn't need to be looking at Sam to know he was sporting a huge eye roll. "We should get the show on the road, I wanna get out of this state before sun up."

"Hurry?" Sam asked.

"So we can get settled and take Andy to the hospital in the morning." I felt like groaning but I kept my mouth shut.

Sam sighed. "She is so not gonna like that."

Dean smirked. "Well, unfortunately for her she's nine months pregnant and can't walk any faster than a wobbling penguin." Sam chuckled. "She won't be able to run from it."

"No," I countered, opening an eye to look at him. "But I can still kick and hit pretty hard."

Dean chuckled and ruffled my hair, sitting on the bed again. "I knew you were awake. Should have said some really nice things about you and gained some points."

I licked my lips and softly sat up from Sam. Dean inched forward and brought his arms around me. Cinnamon engulfed my body and I nearly shivered for breathing it all in at once. "What you said was enough." I smiled and kissed his cheek.

He blushed. "Really?"

I nodded and gently grazed my nose along his cheekbone and gave him a firm and loving kiss on his cheek. "Really." He smiled and ran his hand down my back.

"Alright," Sam cleared his throat. "This moment is entirely too uncomfortable for me."

Dean cusped the back of my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips, apparently throwing Sam's issue to the wind. I smiled against his lips. Well, I guess we all knew how Dean felt about Sam's being uncomfortable.

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Crap, crap and more crap. I bit my lip and looked towards the front seat. Things were mostly quiet for the most part. We had been driving for an hour at least after we stopped at the gas station. So total time? Three hours. Three hours in this cramped back seat, three pillows not even making it remotely comfortable. Bad music, Dean and Sam sniping, sudden jolts and cramps. Dude, I was done. I wanted to stop and sleep. I was so willing to sleep on a restaurant booth or on the freakin side of the road that I damn near screamed that fact to Dean. Of course, five seconds before I did that he said that we were stopping soon. Problem was, I couldn't wait. You know, when you got to go, you got to go. And that saying is seriously a main rule for when your pregnant.

"Dean?" Soft, innocent.

"Yeah, babe." He looked up a moment at the review mirror. Sure it was all nice now. But he was gonna be pissed that I wanted to stop to pee when we left a gas station not one hour ago. Sam yawned loudly in passenger and rested his head against the window. I watched him for a moment and then looked back at Dean. "You alright?"

"Uhm, you're gonna be mad…"

Dean licked his lower lip and focused on the road for a moment. He sighed softly. "Unless you stained the seat, spilled something or broke one of the seatbelts…"

"Why would that matter?" Sam asked suddenly. "Its not like anyone in this car actually uses the seatbelts."

I smirked and then covered my mouth with my hand as Dean glowered at him. "Well one because its in my friggin car." He ground out the words like he was trying to engrave the fact in Sam's skull. "Second, is Andy actually uses those seatbelts now? So yeah, kind of matters."

Sam was about to retort but I really didn't have time to listen to the banter to start up again. "Well, no worries, I didn't break any seatbelt. I just…have to pee." It came out in a rush and Dean just kind of looked at me for a moment.

"Andy…" He tried not to sound as aggravated as it made him. "We just left that gas station."

"An hour ago." Sam said.

"Go to sleep." Dean snapped and Sam chuckled.

"Please Dean. I really can't hold it. And then you will be angry because I will have spilled something in the car and I'm pretty sure urine will stain."

Dean groaned. "Alright, alright, hold on. Sam get the map out of the glove compartment."

Sam sat up and did so. He stretched it across the seat and Dean glanced at it as Sam pushed his nose close to the glossy finished paper. "Uhm, up the road there's a diner. She can use the bathroom and we can get some food."

"Sure they will be open?"

"Should be, its only going on ten. Otherwise you're going to be going on the side of the road." Sam looked back at me and he had a small smile on his face. I stuck my tongue out at him and looked out the window.

It was bumpy as Dean turned the car and drove on the rocky gravel. I held onto Dean's seat until he finally parked the car in front of the diner. It was really vacant and even if the diner was really busy there wasn't a lot of room for any cars to be parked. Including the Impala you could probably only fit two other cars in the space. And if you had a van, well forget it. I wondered how they handled that early in their morning when everyone wanted breakfast. Or maybe this place just didn't get a lot of people. Except randoms that were traveling.

Dean left the car on. "You wanna help her inside?" He asked Sam.

Sam nodded and started getting out of the car as I undid my seat belt. "I'm perfectly capable of getting out of the car myself."

Dean smirked. "You're are also perfectly capable of tripping over something and falling down when you get outside. Its pitch dark and who knows what's on the ground. We're near the woods, ya know. Don't complain."

I frowned. "You know, you're really mean to me."

Dean chuckled and turned in his seat as Sam opened my car door. "Am I?" I nodded and Sam reached over me to pull pillows back so they wouldn't fall out when I moved to get out of the car. He pulled back and I looked at Dean. Dean smiled softly. "How can I make that up to you?"

I shrugged. "You can't."

Dean smiled slowly. "Oh, I'm sure I can find a way." I smiled and my cheeks tinted pink.

"Not getting any younger out here." Sam complained and Dean rolled his eyes.

He leaned close and kissed my nose. "I'll sit in the back with you when you come back. Then we'll see if I can make it up to you or not."

I smiled and kissed him gently. "Sounds like a plan, Winchester."

I looked up at Sam and scooted towards the edge of the seat. He gently put his hands under both my elbows as I held onto his arms. He helped me out of the car and I grunted, getting my feet used to carrying all this weight. He closed the car door and Dean's window rolled down as I wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and started walking with him.

"Hey, see if they've got any pie!" I looked up at Sam and smirked while he just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Bring me some pie!"

"Get up the stairs okay?" Sam asked and I looked at the row of six stairs to the door.

"Yeah, no railing though. I'll manage." I started up, Sam closely behind me in case. I made it to the door and opened it, the strong smell of diner food and apples filling the air. "Mmm, smells really good. I might want some pie too." Sam smirked. "What?"

"Nothing. You two just have too much in common. Ever wonder if you're related?" He smiled slowly and I shoved him towards the counter.

"No, now go order the food." I looked for the bathrooms.

"And where are you going?"

"To pee, Sam! Do you not remember that's why we stopped?"

Sam glared a little. "I just meant that I don't know if you should head over by yourself…"

"Are you serious? What are you gonna come in the bathroom with me? Stand outside the stall and talk to me to make sure I'm okay?'

"Well," Sam blushed a little. "Outside the bathroom door actually."

"I'll be fine and I'll be quick. Order the food."

He sighed and nodded and I watched him turn towards a waiter as I made it to the bathroom door. I pushed it open and went inside. The room was small but then again everything kind of looked small to me since I was now as big as a whale. It was well lit and smelled like mints. The blue tiles on the floors and walls were very clean, like someone had just washed them down a while ago. I sighed and went into one of the stalls as did my business. I sighed and flushed and went to wash my hands. It was amazing how much better I felt, even though I didn't really have a lot of liquid to let out. Riley had accomplished in making my bladder at least two times smaller. So I could never hold that much and when I had to go, I had to go. Never try and stop a pregnant lady from using the bathroom. Dean and Sam had learned that the hard way almost several times.

I dried my hands and threw the paper towel away, my hands now dry and sandpaper feeling. I wonder how much it would take to get Dean to pop the trunk and let me look for lotion. I left the bathroom and saw Sam in one of the booths.

"So, see?"

He looked up. "What?"

"I'm alive and I was under three minutes."

He smiled softly. "Want an award?" I rolled my eyes and ruffled his hair. He swatted my hand away and fixed his brown locks. Though it wasn't like it made much difference or anything. Still kind of looked the same. He yawned and ran a hand through his hair.

"Tired?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He sounded like it. Worn and sleepy. I sighed softly and ran my fingers through his hair as he massaged his temples. I guess a look worried or something because as he looked up at me he took the hand that I was running through his hair and gave it a small squeeze. "I'm okay."

I nodded. "Well good." Then I pulled a Dean and scoffed. "Not that I was worried or anything."

He smirked and it turned into a small smile. "No, of course." I nodded. "Right."

I smiled softly and turned to look around at the diner. "So where'd the waiter go?"

"Back into the kitchen. Said our food would take a little time."

"Dean will be thrilled."

"Well he's the one who wanted the pie."

Sam scooted over and I pushed the table back a little so I could fit in the booth with him. There was an old man across from us, eating some kind of tomato soup. Though as I looked at him he wasn't really eating…or moving. He was just leaning on the table, his head down on a newspaper. He was old, obviously. But I kind of wondered if he was homeless. I looked around the diner, the complete emptiness give me bad chills.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

I turned to look at him. "Something…doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean? Riley…?" His hands went to my shoulders and he looked down at my stomach.

"No, I mean. In here right now. I'm getting really bad vibes." I was starting to panic. "Can we leave?"

"But we just--"

"Sam, please?" I cut him off and grabbed one of his arms.

He looked at my face and nodded quickly. "Yeah. Yeah, come on."

I turned to my side and slid out of the booth, Sam helping me a little from behind. He held onto my shoulders and made sure I didn't tumble back or anything. He took my hand and began walking to the door. Something stopped him however, who the hell was holding us up?

"Andy?" He turned around, I apparently had pit stopped. Was this was shock felt like? My legs felt numb and I was pretty sure I couldn't move them. I squeezing Sam's hand so hard however that he pried his hand away and came closer, putting his hands on my arm. "Sweetie, what is it?"

Oh, no I remember. "Sam. There's blood over there." My stomach churned. "A pool of it." I said quietly and Sam swallowed, business face all out there for everyone to see.

"Go outside and get in the car with Dean."

I shook my head. "No, not without you."

"Now is not the time to be stubborn, Andy." He snapped and I just kind of looked at him. My throat may have constricted and pushed out a sound that sounded like a whimper. I was wondering why I was getting his puppy eyes.

He gently took my hand and put me behind him as we walked. He slowly walked over to the puddle and looked behind the counter.

"Oh God." I covered my mouth. It seemed like the people who worked there, which consisted of three woman and one man were massacred behind the counter. Blood was pooling from each of their stab wounds and throats, the man's blood pushing its way from out behind the counter.

It was then I looked at the old man. He was dead too wasn't he? No wonder he had almost had his face down in his soup. Sam jerked me towards the door and tried the handle.

"Fuck." Apparently it was locked.

"Sam…" I mewed. "Everyone's dead."

He turned to look at me. "Shh, okay?" He cupped both sides of my face. "We're gonna be okay."

"Promises…" Someone was behind the counter. Sam's eyes grew wide. "Promises, Sammy." I turned as well, a gasp caught in my throat. "You know how the saying goes." His eyes bore yellow hot coals in me. He smiled; something sinister and twisted. Two men with black eyes came out from the kitchen. I wondered if they had done the same to the cookers and the waiter who went to get out food as they had done to the waitresses.

I gripped Sam and he came up behind me and blocked me from the demons. Like it mattered. They overpowered Sam in an instant. The last thing I remember was screaming for Dean before blackness covered my eyes.

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"Andy." My head hurt like I had just had one of those visions. "Andy? Come on, please wake up." He was lifting me from the ground and suddenly my back didn't feel so cold and wet anymore. I was being placed on something warm and soft. My eyes were heavy and light was trying to pry them open. I felt like turning over even though I knew I couldn't lay on my stomach anymore.

"Dean?" I croaked out. Seemed appropriate for warm and soft. But I was wrong. Pure vanilla wafted to my nose and I opened my eyes. "Sam."

"Hey, Jesus, you scared the crap out of me."

I rubbed my forehead. "Where are we?"

Sam licked his lower lip and suddenly looked extremely disturbed. Damn Winchesters and their ability to make face gestures that explained everything in ten seconds flat. "I don't know." He sighed softly and touched the skin on my arm. "You're freezing." If I was, I couldn't feel it. He leaned back for a moment and discarded the jacket. He placed it around my shoulders and I sighed against the comforting smell of Sam.

It smelled like rain and thick fog, moss and wood. I leaned up a little and Sam pushed me back against his chest. I felt like we were in a really bad Haunted Town attraction. Like the ones you find on Haunted America websites and tourists travel to see them. "How did we get here?"

"Did you hit your head?" Then he broke off in a fit of soft swears and I heard him ask himself, 'how could I be so fucking stupid and not remember to ask?'. "How's your stomach? Do you feel any pains, shortness of breath? Do you feel Riley move?" I sighed. I could kick Dean's ass for making Sam and I memorize a series of questions about my health that we had to check every so often. But I guess now was appropriate. Compared to the time that Dean asked me after we had our little fights.

"I'm okay." Riley shifted and it made my stomach feel like it was fluttering. "Riley's fine. Water didn't break, no pains. I'm fine."

Sam sighed, relieved. Or well, relieved as he could get. "Yellow eyes." I think my heart stopped. "We're here because of yellow eyes."

"Did you try and call Dean?"

"And try and tell him we are…where?" I glared at him. That was the fucking reason he wasn't calling him? "It doesn't matter. I already tried. There is zero signal."

"Damnit." I looked around. There was woods everywhere, except in the middle of town. It basically looked like this little town of six or ten houses had just been picked up and dropped in the middle of no where. A forest wasteland.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me. He tried offering me a small smile. A comforting one that made my throat close up and my eyes swim with tears. "What are we going to do, Sam?" I begged him to tell me. I felt one of those tears course down my face.

He pulled me close to him and I buried my face in his chest. He stroked my back as I closed my eyes. "I don't know." He admitted softly. "But we'll get out of here. I promise you." He rested his lips on my forehead.

He sighed softly and I pulled back and I felt his hand run through my hair and tilt my chin. He removed the tear tracks and smiled a little. "Ready to get up off the mud now? Or you like your ass being cold and wet on the hard ground?"

I laughed through the thickness in my throat left by the tears. "Yeah, help please?"

Sam stood, all six feet and four inches and bent down to take my hands. He pulled me up and turned me around. "You don't have that much mud on you."

I smirked. "Because I'm so worried about it." He shook his head, smiling and ruffled my hair.

"You think other people are here?" Sam asked as he took my hand and started walking.

"Like you mean…a summer camp for yellow eye's special children?"

"Well…" He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

I nodded and looked around the dark and fogged area. I felt like the houses were moving closer to us as we walked. The rotten wood having a strong smell of moss and rain. The air was thick even though it was cold and I felt like I could choke. I drew the coat tighter around me and stopped for a moment to zipper it.

"You think this place is actually haunted?"

Sam looked around. "Like on those Haunted America sites?"

Sometimes I really thought he could read my mind. "Yeah, exactly like those."

I took his hand again as we started walking. I walked a little closer as I looked at the houses and let out a short breath. Sam ran a hand through his hair and shrugged his one shoulder. "I don't know. We haven't really came into contact with anything yet. No cold spots or…well, damn I wish we had some type of EMF. Or hell, salt and iron."

"There might be some in the houses if we actually go and look in them. I mean this town looks like it might have been abandoned pretty fast." I licked my lips. "It's funny how much of that trunk stuff we take for granted."

"Yeah. You know we should really invest in having a small thing of salt and a weapon on us at all times."

"I don't know how well carrying a small rifle and a knife is gonna go." I said skeptically. "Getting tagged with that stuff is not a good thing."

He sighed. "Yeah, you're right."

I heard crackling, like someone was stepping on tree branches. Sam pushed me behind him and went closer to the corner of the house. He picked up a random plank of wood that was on the steps and held it so tight his knuckles were white. I almost asked him to be careful and not get a damn splinter from it. Who knows what kind of fungus that thing was carrying. And getting sick was just something that you couldn't do in our situation.

Sam jerked around the corner and quickly jolted the hand back with the plank in it. "Andy?" He asked.

Huh? "Yes?" I asked from behind him.

"Sam, Andy?" I poked out from behind him and smiled brightly.

"Andrew Gallagher. Wow, long time no see. You look good." Was I too bright, cheery and excited to see him when we were obviously so screwed to be brought here because of yellow eyes?

He smiled for what seemed one second. "Andy, you look…" He eyes went straight to my stomach. "Pregnant."

"What? Oh, yeah."

Sam dropped the plank and Andrew all of a sudden became completely alarmed again. Like he just realized where we all were. "What are you doing here? What am I doing here?! Where are we?!"

"Andy…" Sam tried.

I interrupted softly. "Andrew."

Sam licked his lips. "Andrew, look, just calm down."

"I can't calm down!" He explained. He seemed really high strung. Although I guess this stuff was used to me and Sam. This demon can screw with your life stuff. I guess a normal, well more normal than us anyways, guy like Andrew would freak out over something like this. "I just woke up in freaking Frontier land!"

"What's the last thing you remember?" I asked, putting my hands inside the pockets.

Andrew looked at and shook his head. "Honestly? My fourth bong load." I supposed a chuckle and Sam nearly looked at me with an amused smile on his face.

We started walking again and Andrew came up beside me as Sam held my hand. "Are you still with Dean?" He was glancing at Sam's hand wrapped around my own.

"Why, you interested?" He smiled. "Yes, I'm still with Dean and yes the baby is his before you ask. Sam's just being a protective older brother."

"Girl or boy?" Asking questions and talking must have kept him calm. Plus I liked Andrew. He was nice and he wasn't evil, which was such a nice sign for me and Sam.

"Girl. We're naming her Riley."

Andrew nodded. "It's cute."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"When are you due?"

I swallowed and felt Sam look at me. "Soon." I said softly. "In a about three weeks. And this," I looked around. "Doesn't help. If I go into early labor…"

"Shh," San cut off quietly. "You're not going to, alright? Just remain calm, take deep breaths and don't focus on it. Everything in our lives has been the definition of wrong." He looked at me. "You're having this baby right. Which is in a hospital, with me and Dean by your side."

I smiled widely and leaned up to kiss his cheek. I then looked back at Andrew and he was scratching the back of his neck. I cleared my throat. "So, what have you been up to Andrew?"

"Just…staying out of trouble and working on my powers."

"Working on your powers?" Sam asked.

Andrew nodded and was about to reply but a shrill scream cut him off. I tensed in Sam's hand. "Where'd that come from?"

Sam was on wide alert, his ears perked like a dogs. "Over there."

We walked as fast we could to the area the scream came from, which looked just about the same as all the areas in this place did, and listened again. Sam passed me over to Andrew. "Watch her."

Andrew just kind of nodded and I stayed close to him while Sam walked around us, trying to listen. "Hey! Anyone out there!" He yelled.

Another girlish scream, this time closer. I looked to my left at a very small building. Actually it looked like an out house to be honest. The door was being banged on, you could tell by the way the door jolted on it's hinges. "Sam, over there. Someone's locked in there."

We walked closer to the small out house but kept distance as Sam tried to coax whoever was in there. "Okay, I'm here. We're gonna get you out, all right? Just hold on a second."

He looked around on the ground for something to pry the door open. He found this huge rock near the door and picked it up. He banged hard on the padlock and it smashed. How the fuck did she get locked in there? Sam, Andrew and I hadn't been locked up? So what made her different? I shifted uncomfortably and Andrew noticed.

"You alright?"

I watched Sam open the door and the woman recognized him. She actually came out crying hugged Sam tightly, saying his name. I looked at Andrew and nodded. "Yeah, fine." I answered softly. "Just…on my feet for a while that's all."

"Ava?" Sam asked, so damn surprised.

Ava? How did I know her? Right! After the whole thing with Gordon tying me and Dean to a chair, Sam had met a girl named Ava. She had visions like he did and basically saved his life, informing him of the two trip wires Gordon had set up for him. But…her fiancé had been murdered and I wonder if she knew that. Or, I hated to say, had anything to do with it.

"Oh, God. Sam, what's going on? I woke up a half an hour ago locked inside there! I was freaking the hell out!"

"So, I guess you guys know each other." Andrew said. Statement not a question.

That got Ava's attention. She turned her head away from Sam, even though her arms were still around him. She looked at us, was that bewildered or annoyed? What the fuck was she annoyed about?

"Hey. Andrew." He waved. "Also freaking out."

I didn't offer my name and she didn't ask. She didn't seem to interested. Not me anyways. But Sam… "Okay." She looked at him. "What's happening?"

Didn't she have a fiancé for Christ's sake? Or maybe she knew he had been dead for five months and was trying to move on? Eh, I guess it wouldn't surprised me if she was still engaged and loved her husband but still was looking at Sam up and down. It wouldn't be the first time married and engaged women hit on Sam and Dean.

"I don't really know yet." Sam shrugged and turned to look at me. "Andy, you okay?"

I nodded and looked at Ava then back at Sam. They started to walk towards us. I didn't feel right around Ava, although I'm not sure what it was. She gave me chills, a cold ice shiver that ran up my spine. "Fine, cold I guess." I said softly.

Sam stood next to me and put an arm over my shoulder and stroked my arm. I turned into him a little as wind whipped through the muddy wasteland.

"Who's this?" Ava asked. She smiled at me but I wasn't comforted by that.

"This is Andy. My brother's girlfriend." Sam answered and held me close, well as close as I could get anyways. I could tell he was surveying the land as he spoke to us, probably wondering if there were more out like us out there and stuck in outhouses.

"Is she mute?"

I glared at her and Sam looked confused. "No, she's cold and upset. Just…" He shook his head. "Now's not the best time to get to know her, Ava."

Ava nodded once and backed off. I didn't think she was going to try and talk to me again. Which was good. I didn't need her talking to me. When Sam first described her, this seemed nothing like her. He mentioned bubbly and nice and funny. She was cold and dark, like the mud. What happened to her?

"Hello?" A man called in the distance.

I looked up at Sam. "Did you hear that?" He nodded.

"Is anybody there?" Again a loud voice called. They must have been close. Sam took my hand and Andrew and Ava walked behind us as we went down the row of houses and turned the corner.

"Hello?" Sam called out attentively. "Hey!" We turned the corner and nearly bumped into a very tall black man with a military uniform on and a very skinny, very frail looking blonde girl. "Hey, you guys all right?"

"I think so." He nodded and looked at all of us. "How are you guys?"

"Hanging in there." I mentioned softly. I didn't want to stand anymore. I was tired and my feet hurt. I leaned my head against Sam's side.

"I'm Sam." Sam shook his hand and this is my friend Andy."

He nodded. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Jake."

"Lily." The girl squeaked. I tried smiling at her, she seemed so lost and afraid. Almost how I felt.

"Are there anymore of you?" Sam asked, obviously becoming the captain of this little group. Jake shook his head no. "Alright, um," Sam looked down at me.

"Mist well go right into it. No need to sugar coat." I sighed softly and Sam tilted my chin.

"You alright? And don't lie, now's not the time."

He knew me too well. "I'm just, its nothing Sam. I'm cold, tired and my feet hurt."

"Alright, we'll get you inside in a minute." He licked his lower lip and looked at the group again. "This is going to sound really X-files but…we're here for a reason. We all have abilities."

"What?" Jake asked. Here came the we are crazy part.

"It started a little over a year ago?" I asked them. "You found you could do things? Things you didn't think were possible?" Jake and Lilly looked at each other, like to establish they were both in the same boat. They nodded. "I uh, Sam and I have visions. We see things before they happen."

"Yeah." Ava mentioned softly, somewhere in the background. "Me, too."

"Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people's heads. Like, make them do stuff." Andrew grinned and I couldn't help but smile. He was so…awesome. "But don't worry, I don't think it works on you guys." He nodded, reassuring. "Oh, but get this –- I've been practicing."

"Right, you never really got into that." I said. "What can you do now?"

"Well, I can beam out images, too. Like, anything I want. Bam! People see it." I chuckled softly and he smiled at me. "This one guy I know –- total dick, right? I used it on him: gay porn. All hours of the day." Andrew laughed but no one else was really seeing the joke. He looked at me and I shrugged. "Uh…okay, or not so funny."

"So, you go, "Simon says give me your wallet", and they do?" Lily asked, incredulous and angry. She looked at Sam and I. "You have visions? That's great!" She laughed and started walking from side to side, running a hand through her hair. "I'd kill for something like that!"

"Lily, listen, it's okay." I tried. I wanted to touch her or something, put a comforting hand on her arm. But she seemed like the type that really didn't like to be touched.

"No. It's not. I touch people? Their hearts stop." She said painfully. I looked up at Sam, his face the same as mine. "I can barely leave my house."

"I'm sorry." I said softly.

She shook her head and laughed again, wrapping her black jacket around her. "Screw you. I just wanna go home."

I swallowed and looked down. "Look, whether we like it or not, we're all here, and so we all have to deal with this."

Andrew nodded. "Who brought us here?"

I looked up at Sam and he licked his lips. "It's less of a "who". It's more of a "what"." My heart beat fast in my chest, this is where we usually lost people. Right after the word what instead of who.

"What does that mean?" Ava asked.

Sam paused and sighed like he had a headache. "It's a demon."

People exchanged glances, weird faces and swear words. This was not going to turn out well.

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