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Chapter 2: The Magnificent Seven Part 2

"So where are we headed?" I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes. The road just kept going on forever and ever and it felt like we had been in the car six hours. Besides if I didn't speak up soon the dead silence was going to kill me. Why wasn't the radio on? I looked next to me and sighed, well I guess that was because Dean was in the back and Sam was driving.

"For the eighth time Andy, just outside Lincoln, Nebraska." He sounded irritated.

I felt like scowling at Sam. "Well, I'm sorry okay? All this driving is driving me crazy." That sounded like a joke when it came out of my mouth.

Dean smirked. "You've been on longer trips in this car before."

"I know." Now I sounded like I was whining. In a few more sentences I wasn't going to be able to stand myself. Dean snorted and I glared at him. "I have no idea why this trip isn't any different."

"Maybe it's the lack of sleep, its putting your nerves on end." I shrugged softly at him and he smiled and leaned over, kissing my head. "Come on Andy, how can your daughter be more well behaved then you?"

I frowned and looked over at a sleeping Riley. She was always well behaved on car rides, even the longest ones. Which surprised me to be honest. She was a newborn, well technically new anyways. She should have been crying at the bumps in the road and Dean's horrible music and the occasional fight between the Winchesters. Or hell, even the bad car games. I read in the baby book that newborns to two months old basically cry about everything. When they need fed or changed or want to be held. Or when a loud noise went off or when a parent left the room. But Riley barely cried. Sometimes she'd whine when Dean and I would fight but that was about the most of it.

I looked over at Dean. "She likes the car rides."

Dean smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I can see that." I sighed softly and he stroked my hair. "Come on, lay down. Maybe you just need some sleep." I swallowed as he leaned back into the seat. I leaned against him and rested my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. "Besides, I'm sure Sam will love the break. Pretty sure if you ask him one more time where we're going he'll pull the car over and get out."

I heard Sam smirk and I gently poked Dean's side for the joke. He jerked a little and kissed my head as he covered me with a blanket we kept in the back.

"Actually I was just thinking about pulling over and setting her down on the side of the road."

"Hey!" I protested and Sam laughed softly. "I don't want to be on the side of the road!"

"That's because if you get a ride you won't know where to meet us up at. Eighth time you've asked and you still don't know where we're going." I rolled my eyes and looked up at Dean.

"I do know where we're going."

Dean smiled. "Right, hun, I know."

I pouted. "Don't patronize me, Winchester."

His smile got wider and he shook his head. He leaned down and grazed his lips over my nose. "I know you're tired. You tossed and turned all night."

I swallowed softly and glanced at Riley. No, Riley hadn't kept me up, but my dreams about her had. Some of the worst yet. They were getting so bad that I just didn't tell Dean anymore. I didn't want to relive it. Or worse, worry him and Sam. Besides, the dreams were always different, so it wasn't like a promotion was happening, like the last time. I listened to Dean's beating heart and ran my hand over the spot, letting the beats bounce against my palm. I felt Dean's head lower and I knew he was watching my hand. I was going to miss every single beat I felt.

Dean kissed the tips of my fingers and I closed my eyes, letting sleep drag me back. I had no choice. I was exhausted and I was getting some sleep, horrible nightmares or not.

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Rushing water, exploding out of the tub. The water demon was gaining momentum. We couldn't keep up with it. It was everywhere. We should have known better then to fill up the tub.

"Andy, don't! It's too late!" Sam grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back so hard that when I collided with his chest it sounded like I knocked the wind out of him.

"No!" I shrieked. "Dean! Get Riley! Get her, Dean! NOW! Please!" I started sobbing as Sam continued pulling me back from the bathroom. Then I did something, something I never thought I'd do. I elbowed Sam in the mouth, hard. So hard that he let me go and out of the corner of my eye I saw him bend over in pain, swearing as blood dripped from the cut on his lip.

I ran into the bathroom and saw Dean was kneeling over the tub, trying to pull back hard. But it was too late. Water had filled up small lungs. I collapsed onto the floor and clutched at Dean's shirt.

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Someone was tugging at me, grabbing my arms and holding me still.

"Andy? Hey, come on hun. It's just a dream; it's not real, okay?"

"She okay?" That was Sam. God I can't believe I socked him in the mouth. Was this the dream or reality?

"Pull over." Dean's hands were hard on my arms. Was I moving, writhing? Why was he squeezing so hard?

"We're here." Sam stated and I felt the engine stop and heard a car door open.

Suddenly my eyes opened and I screamed Riley's name. It was like I had completely lost control of my body, my functions. She started crying as Sam opened the back seat door.

"Hey, hey, shhh." Sam cooed, lifting her out of her car seat and bringing her to his chest. "It's okay. Uncle Sam's got you." He rocked her and I felt Dean pull me back against his chest.

I turned slowly and buried my head in his chest. I couldn't stop my ragged breathing and the tears that started up. Dean held me close and rocked me gently.

"She okay?" Dean asked Sam, quiet and comforting. Like his voice would scare me if it was any louder, harsher.

"She's okay; just startled her." I heard Riley coo softly and could feel Sam's smile. "What about Andy?"

Why were they talking about me like I wasn't in the car, right against Dean? He ran a hand through my hair and I heard footsteps come up to the car.

"Hey Bobby." Sam said quietly.

"Hey Sam, how's it going?" I could tell he was looking into the car and motioning to me.

"Uhm," Sam sighed. "It's a long story." It was more like long and arduous. If I wasn't telling Dean what was going on half the time, I sure as hell wasn't telling Bobby. Bobby was like another father to me and the Winchesters, and if we told him a problem like this, he might think its supernatural instead of natural.

Despite what I wanted to believe, I knew this had to be some type of supernatural sign. All these dreams weren't just because I was a worried mother. They had to mean something else, especially since I had one just about every time I fell asleep.

"I can't do this anymore, Dean." I said and sniffled. "I can't."

Dean tilted my chin and stroked my cheekbone. I felt a callus slip over my skin but it didn't bother me. Maybe I was just used to the feeling of his rough hands. "We'll figure this out, okay? I promise you."

I felt my chin wobble. "Before you leave me?" Tears poured over my cheeks and I watched his face contort into a mixture of pain and sadness, but most of all; fear.

To that question he didn't promise anything.

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I watched as Bobby played with Riley in his arms. He did this thing where he lifted her way above his head and then pretended she was an airplane. She really liked it too. She giggled the whole entire time he did it and I found myself smiling as I leaned against the Impala hood.

"You okay now?" Dean asked, coming up beside me and checking his riffle. He took the safety off and I directed the gun to the ground. We spent our entire lives around guns, knives and spent hours listening to John about how to keep them clean and how to be safe around them. But after all this time I still felt itchy. Especially when Dean took the lock off and was pointing it towards are heads.

He rolled his eyes and grunted softly. I saw him switch the safety back on so he could put it in the waistband of his jeans. "Third time now, I'm fine Dean."

"Oh really?" I nodded. "Let me tell you something, Andy. Known you my whole life. I know your facial expressions like they were my own. I know when you're angry," I swallowed. "When you're sad. When you're…" He looked my body up and down. "Really horny." He smirked and I rolled my eyes, a small smile breaking out on my face. "That's my personal favorite by the way…"

"Dean, please, a point?" Before I get all hot and bothered under pressure.

Dean looked back up at my face and into my eyes. His hazel ones tore through my invisible barrier of emotion that my blue eyes were trying to hold up. "And I know when something is bothering you. And these dreams…are really bothering you. And it's worrying me. And I mean, it's not just me. It's Sam too."

I looked over at Riley in the air, Bobby carefully zipping her around and then pulling her back down and to his chest. I felt Sam shut the trunk; the whole car seemed to dip.

I shook my head and looked at Dean. "I just…I can't lose her, Dean. I can't lose both of you." I swallowed thickly and sighed softly. "I know these dreams mean something, like when I had dreams about you and about Hell." His eyes flickered between anger and sadness. Sometimes I felt like he blamed me for not being able to save him. "But they're different every time and so scattered. How am I supposed to narrow everything down?"

I felt Sam sit next to me; I could smell the vanilla waft to my nose in the cold air. "Maybe if we write all of them down and then keep track. See if any of them happen more then twice. The supernatural ones are things we can look for, things we can research and prevent. Natural ones…well," I looked at him and he licked his lips. He looked at Dean. "We'll just have to pay super attention."

Dean nodded. "Hey, look at me." I turned my head and did so. "You know how stubborn I am, right?"

Sam scoffed and muttered. "Don't I know it."

I smiled softly as I heard him and Dean rolled his eyes. He cupped my chin and stroked my jaw a little. "With how stubborn I am…you really think I'm gonna let anything happen to our daughter?" I smiled, fuller now. He smiled too. "Huh?"

I shook my head. "No. No way in hell." No pun intended.

He kissed my lips softly. "Damn straight."

I watched as Bobby walked over with Riley in his arms. "Think she's crying for you." I smiled softly as she whined and kicked in Bobby's arms and reached for me. I picked her up and held her close. Dean leaned closer and kissed her head.

She instantly calmed down as Dean rested his lips on her head and I smirked softly and shook my head. "You got a calming power with her, Dean. Could be great when temper tantrums come to pass." I smiled up at him but he wasn't smiling back. And then it hit me and I felt like I had been punched in the chest. Dean wouldn't be here for Riley's terrible twos or the temper tantrums.

I frowned and looked down at Riley. She reached up and grabbed Dean's chin and tugged a little. Dean smiled softly at her and took her hand off his face and held it with his own.

'I'm sorry' was just not coming out of my mouth. It was too over-used with us lately, and the fact that I was even considering the phrase in my head was making me angry. So I didn't say anything, I figured Dean would understand and I was sure if he didn't he would complain/ask me about it later.

I felt the weight shift on the car and Dean move a bit closer. He kissed Riley's head again and then cupped my face. I closed my eyes as he planted a kiss on my forehead as his fingers stroked my cheek. He did something similar like that to me every morning while we were still in bed, whether I was asleep or not.

His fingers would curve around my nose and cheekbones and my chin, under my eyes and around my mouth. He'd trace contours of my face because one of these days, he wouldn't be able to do it anymore.

Sometimes however when he knew I was awake, just laying there without my eyes open, he'd instead pepper kiss my cheek or trace out 'I love you' or a heart with his fingers. Something to make me smile or laugh; so I'd open my eyes and look at him. I'd remember every word that he wrote out on my cheeks, between the kisses.

I think I'd remember everything about him. In every single smallest detail since I met him when I was four. Everything. And I knew it'd make my life just a little bit harder when he was gone. But I'd rather remember everything and be in pain then forget all about him and be numbingly happy.

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I loaded my gun and put the safety on. Bobby took Riley from Dean and she whimpered softly. Dean smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

"Be right back, Peanut." I smiled softly and ran a hand through my hair.

"You sure you're fine with staying out here with Riley?"

Bobby shook his head. "Hardly get to see my granddaughter. It's a pleasure."

I winced. "We've been meaning to head over and spend some time with you Bobby, we've just had…" I swallowed. "A lot of work."

"Hey, wasn't an accusation." He bounced Riley against him a little and she giggled. "I know you three can handle what's in there. And if there's any sign of trouble I'll high tail it outta here with Riley."

I nodded, thankful. "Thanks Bobby." I kissed Riley's cheek and looked at the boys. "Ready?"

Sam hesitated for a moment. "I didn't really notice it before but you hear those cicadas?"

I frowned and tuned my ears for a moment. Sam was right. There sounded like there were swarms hiding in the trees in the distance, ready to attack. I shuddered. "Hate those freaking bugs. You know supposedly the female bites the heads off the males?" I shrugged and looked at Dean.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "I know some human females that like to bite heads off…" Sam groaned and I blushed darkly.

"Dear Jesus," Bobby let out a breath. "You like this around your daughter all the time?"

"It's worse sometimes." Sam informed him and I glared at him and punched his shoulder.

He smirked. "Ow."

I looked at Bobby, I could feel the cold air against my flushed cheeks. "Well, you know Dean, always making a sexual comment outta something."

Dean scoffed. "Leave me with some dignity, will ya?"

"Alright, alright," Bobby interrupted before something else could be said. I could just tell from his tone he was done with this conversation.

I caught the drift and went back into work mode. "So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here, or what?"

He shrugged. "Well, whatever it is, this house here is ground zero."

I looked at the small house. Yellow paint, blue roof, white porch. Looked like a normal looking house. Except with the swarms of cicadas around. That was just weird. It just wasn't the right weather for these things to be out, let alone alive and in huge groups.

I looked at Sam and Dean and we started walking towards the house. Dean took the lead and I followed him, Sam following me. Why was I always in the middle? I felt like they didn't believe I could keep myself safe or defend myself. So they sandwiched me and protected me from both ends. I fought an eye roll. Whatever. Now wasn't the time to fight about it.

Dean knocked on the front door. "Candy gram!" He yelled and Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean looked back at us and shrugged. "Sam?"

He nodded and switched places with Dean. He knelt and started picking the lock. It didn't take him very long. We had learned to pick locks at the fastest pace. I remembered my dad and John had made us run from one point to another and then to the door of our motel and lock pick it while being timed. Sam had beaten Dean and me by a stretch. I guess that's why we always picked him to handle the locks.

As I heard the lock switch into place, I turned to look back at Riley one more time. Bobby was sitting in his car with her on his lap. I knew there was an extra car seat in the back, just in case Bobby had to make one of those getaways. But I was still nervous. I was always nervous leaving her. I think my dreams made sure of that.

I nearly jumped as I felt Dean place a kiss on my head. I looked up at him and smiled softly. He kissed my lips next. "She'll be okay." He reassured.

Yeah, I'm sure she would be. But he couldn't blame me for being paranoid. Sam pushed open the door, putting the lock picking kit inside his big tan jacket pockets again. He pushed the door farther open and we followed him inside, guns ready. The smell hit us before anything could jump out and attack. I gagged and pushed my face into the crook of my arm arm.

"Oh my God." I said, muffled.

Dean looked sick. "Yeah," he looked at Sam. "Well we know that can't be good."

I shook my head and followed Dean and Sam around the house. No, when was the smell of decaying flesh ever a good sign? Luckily I didn't have a real problem with the smell. Though if there was dried or wet blood anywhere, that was another issue.

I followed Sam through the hallway, getting used to the smell. It was horrible to think I was actually getting used to a lot of odd and horrible things with this job. I stopped short as I heard muffled talking. I listened harder. No, muffled screams. My head turned to the right, like my hearing would be better if I did that.

"You guys hear that?" I asked quietly.

Sam turned and nodded, motioning to the door. He guarded me as I clicked the safety off my gun and looked at Dean for the ready signal. He nodded also and I pushed open the door and aimed….at nothing. I sighed, irritated or relieved. I couldn't really tell. The sounds were just coming from the TV. Even though nothing physically knocked me back, the smell of rotting bodies seemed to be worse as I pushed open the door.

"Oh, God." Sam stopped in the doorway.

And right there on the couch was why. As I rounded the couch I put my gun away and covered my mouth with my hand. Sitting on the sofa was three bodies, seeming to be a husband, wife and son. It was weird. There was no blood or a struggle. All of them had their clothes on and were just…casually sitting in front of the TV.

"Dean, look at this."

He grimaced as he walked a step in the doorway. "Can see fine from here…thank you."

I sighed. "You big baby."

Sam swallowed, stepping closer but not rounding the couch to where I was. "What is it?"

I swatted some flies away from my face. "It's like they just...wasted away. Here on the couch."

Dean frowned. "Check for sulfur."

I looked at him. "You check for sulfur. You're closest to the windows."

He stuck his tongue out at me and I smiled softly and shook my head. "No sulfur by the windows." Dean confirmed.

While Sam was examining the bodies a little bit closer, grimacing and swatting fly's outta the way as he did, I went closer the Dean and stood by him. I leaned against the wall as he turned and looked at me.

"You okay?" He asked attentively.

I swallowed, really getting sick and tired of the question. "Dean, you ask me that one more time and my fist is going to be wrist deep in your mouth." His eyebrows rose at that. "I said I was fine, okay? I believe you that we're going to figure everything out…"

"Andy."

"What?" I snapped, looking up at him as he got closer. I could smell cinnamon flowing off him in gentle waves.

He swiped hair behind my ear and spoke gently. "I was talking about if you were okay from the corpses."

I blushed and fumbled. "O-oh." I looked down and he tilted my chin and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes. "Right, yeah, I'm fine."

He smiled softly as I opened my eyes. "Yeah…I figured that from the wrist deep comment." I smirked softly and rolled my eyes. I bumped my hips with his and he chuckled.

I looked to the left and something passing the window caught my eye. I pulled on Dean's jacket. "Dean, someone's out there."

He frowned and looked towards the window. "You sure it wasn't Bobby moving around?"

"No, someone's on the porch." I swallowed and took my gun out. "Cover me?"

Dean smirked and took his gun out. "I will cover your anything." He raised his eyebrows and I shook my head, smacking his arm. His smirk wiped off his face and he glowered at me. "Always with the violence!"

"Shh!" I scolded and looked at Sam. "You gonna be okay if we check that out?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

I nodded back and made my way down the hall to the front door. I heard footsteps on the porch and looked back at Dean. He nodded that he was ready when I raised my eyebrows. "Okay," I mouthed at him. "Three…two…"

"One." He mouthed and motioned towards the door.

I hurriedly opened the door, intending on hopefully hitting someone with the heavy redwood and knocking them off balance or at least distracting them. Of course, with my luck, no one was distracted and I hadn't hit anyone. Actually all the door did was make a loud banging noise as it hit the rail on the side of the house.

Before I could even look at the two figures twice, one of them hit my nose with the back of their gun. Not enough to break the bone but damn hard enough for me to end up on my knees with a serious nosebleed.

"Fuck!" I went down and clutched my nose. As soon as my knees touched the floor, Dean had already backed the person who had hit me pinned against the far wall.

The black woman wasn't alarmed; actually she looked like she had been in this kind of situation before.

"Dean!" I squealed as the second person, a man with an angry glare and a loaded pistol, put the gun to his head.

"Let her go, right now."

Dean hesitated for a moment and licked his lips. He looked over at me and lowered his stance and backed a step away from the woman. I heard footsteps on the wooden porch and saw Bobby rushing up the steps.

He looked at me before anyone else. "Sam's got her."

I nodded softly and felt blood drip from my nose. I coughed and rubbed the blood off my nose. The woman and man seemed to calm when they saw Bobby because they didn't stop Dean from rushing over and kneeling down beside me. He took a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and held it to my nose. I sniffed and winced.

"Ow, ow…"

He frowned. "Sorry."

"Isaac? Tamara?" Bobby asked. I looked up at the man and woman as they smiled.

"Bobby!" Tamara said cheerfully. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I looked at Dean and rolled my eyes softly. He smiled. How the hell did Bobby know so many people? "I could ask the same." Bobby said, in turn.

Isaac smiled and shook Bobby's hand. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yeah, been a long time."

Tamara sighed. "Too long."

Dean took my arm and helped me up off the floor. He walked me down the stairs and took me to the car. Sam was already there, sitting on the hood with Riley in his arms.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Bobby's friends tried to shove the butt part of the gun up my freaking nose."

Sam snorted and Dean smacked his arm. I shook my head and smiled softly. "Glad you think its funny asshat, lemme see how my gun fits up your…"

Dean covered my mouth. "Happy thoughts for our daughter, Andy!"

Sam chuckled and I rolled my eyes as Dean removed his hand. "Up your eye then."

Sam smirked, handing Riley over to Dean. "Very nice."

Riley giggled and kicked happily when she saw she was being handed over to her daddy. Dean grinned. "Hello Peanut."

I smiled as I watched him bounce her up and down. He kissed her head and I wanted to touch her but I felt like the blood from my nose was all over my hands. So I couldn't; didn't want to taint a moment so beautiful between them. Because who knew how many they would actually have like that.

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Tamara and Isaac drove back to their place and we followed them in the Impala, Bobby following us. Well, it wasn't really their house; it was just the house that they were squatting at while they worked the job that brought them down here.

Once inside I went to the bathroom to clean my nose and wash my face. I sighed as I looked in my reflection. I heard Sam asked Tamara and Isaac how long they had been married and how they got started on the good fight. They didn't answer and I knew, like Sam knew, that he shouldn't have asked that and it was none of his business. Though he hadn't meant any harm in asking and Tamara knew that and forgave him. Everyone had reasons to start hunting. And they were usually bad ones. Usually it was a death and sought for revenge kind of thing.

I wondered if they had lost anyone, who it had been. A parent, like Sam, Dean and myself? Or a brother or sister? Maybe even an aunt, an uncle or cousin? I swallowed. Or maybe it was a deeper pain. Maybe it was a son or daughter. I twisted the washcloth in my hands. I couldn't even think of handling a pain like that. I sighed softly and felt tears breach the surface of my eyelids as I heard Riley giggle. It felt like I was closer to losing her every time I had one of those nightmares.

"Hey," Dean said, interrupting my thoughts and making my tears plop down my face. "I called the coroner…" I sniffed and wiped my face quickly, even though I knew he already saw. He came into the bathroom and stood behind me, running a hand through my hair. "What's wrong?"

Well, I couldn't go with 'nothing'. "My nose hurts."

I looked up and could see the anger light through his eyes like a match struck. "Bastard in there should have gotten his face taken in." He turned me and lifted my chin to look at my nose. "It's not broken right?"

I shook my head. "No," I said softly. "And its fine Dean, its nothing you wouldn't have done to her if you would have seen them first. And I'm sure Isaac would be as pissed as you are."

Dean rolled his eyes. "She hit you with the back of her gun, least I would have hit her with my first."

I smirked and poked his chest. "You think that gives you some kind of decency?"

Dean grinned. "Hell yeah it does!" I laughed and shook my head. He cupped my face and stroked over my cheek softly. "You okay?"

I swallowed. He knew it hadn't been my nose all this time. I smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

He took my hand and led me into the small living room, where instead of a couch, was a ton of weapons and knick knacks to ward off spirits and kick some serious demon ass. I guess they had unloaded the trunk of their car, like Dean, Sam and I usually did when we went somewhere. The cardboard "Do not enter" sign came in handy a lot.

Dean sat down on a wooden table that seemed to hold his weight and pulled me back between his legs. I looked up at Tamara and smiled gently. She smiled back and then glanced at Isaac. I'm guessing she was relating herself to me and Dean with her and Isaac. Hunting was a long, hard and downright horrible sometimes. It was nice to be with someone intimate; it just helped you deal with things a little bit better. Least that's what I thought. Not that having Sam wasn't special and important. It was just different.

"Get this: that whole family, cause of death?" Dean looked at Sam and Bobby. "Dehydration and starvation." My mouth fell open a little bit. "There were no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."

Bobby scoffed. "But there was a fully-stocked kitchen just yards away."

Sam nodded. "Right. What is this, a demon attack?"

I looked over at Tamara and Isaac. Least they didn't look like they didn't know what was going on either. Because if they did, they didn't look like the sharing caring kinda people. "If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw. And I've seen plenty."

"Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked, pushing me up a little so he could get down.

"Uh, we're not gonna do anything." Isaac scoffed and shook his head. "You guys seem nice enough. But this ain't Scooby-Doo. And we don't play well with others." I raised my eyebrows and actually felt kind of insulted.

Sam looked at them and shifted. "Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together."

I nodded in agreement but Isaac just wasn't having it. "No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get open in the first place."

I could feel Dean's anger from behind me before it bled into his words. ""No offense"?"

"Isaac, like you've never made a mistake." Tamara said quietly, trying to placate. Reminded me of Sam when she did that.

He scoffed again, and it sounded like a heap of laughter to my ears. I'm glad he thought this situation was so, so funny. "Oh, yeah. Locked my keys in the car. Turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though.

"You have no idea what went down there," I said, sticking up for Sam. "You weren't there."

"Good thing," He concluded. "Maybe I could have stopped it. Saved this world from a mess of trouble it doesn't need. How does it feel to know you opened that gate and your baby is less safe then she already was?"

My mouth fell open and Dean chuckled, the kind of laugh where you knew he was drop dead pissed. "All right, that's enough."

"Guys, this isn't helping." Sam said finally, looking at me as he shifted Riley in his arms. "Dean."

Dean finally pried his eyes away from Isaac and took Riley from Sam. He bounced her gently against him and she curled up into his leather jacket as sleep took her.

"Look, there are a couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us. On all of us." I shook my head and turned to head outside.

"Andy?" I heard Sam call.

"I just…I need a minute." I could feel Dean ready to follow me. "Alone, Dean, please? Just a minute." I didn't turn back to say it. I went outside, past the salt line and sat on the old wooden steps of the house.

I sighed and put my head in my hands. "How does it feel to know you opened that gate and your baby is less safe then she already was?"

I sniffled and shook my head. "What the fuck does he know anyway?" I asked myself quietly.

Suddenly the air around me was quiet. No crickets, no wind…nothing. I frowned softly and looked up from where I was sitting. I stood slowly on the wooden steps, but even those didn't creak. What was going on? I jumped as I heard a garbage can tumble, like a cat had jumped on it and knocked it over.

I looked up at the night sky, but before I could back up or run inside or even turn my head, black thick smoke pried open my mouth and clawed its way down my throat. My heart hammered in my chest, I knew what was going on but I couldn't stop it. I was being possessed. I fell back against the steps as my mouth snapped closed and my eyes opened. I could see out of them but I couldn't move them from side to side. There was a humming in my head, or…no someone was talking. But it wasn't English. A constant dead language pounding in my head like a drum.

My neck cracked from side to side as I stood. But I wasn't doing it, the thing inside me was. It made me walk down the stairs as look at my reflection in the impala side window. My eyes were as black as the night sky. I felt alarmed and all I wanted to do was run to Dean, but I couldn't get my legs to move.

"You're mine now, Andy." My mouth moved. It was talking to me. "But don't worry." It made my lips smile, something dark and not mine. "I'll take very, very good care of you."

The chanting grew louder and louder until it felt like my head would explode and then everything went black.

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