Chapter 5: The Kids are Alright Part 2

The door opened and a gorgeous brunette smiled at Dean when she saw him.

"So…" I said softly. "This must be Lisa."

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Lisa looked at me confused, well I mean; alright I guess I deserved that. She had no idea who I was. But she had to know Dean. I couldn't imagine anyone forgetting someone like him after you met him…or well, had sex with him. I looked down at my shoes for a moment; I didn't even want to think of how many girls before me still thought about Dean and their one night stands with him. Though Dean rarely gave the girls his real name. It was really crawling under my skin, that Lisa knew his name…felt his skin and lips over her body. Had sex with him. Had shared intimate moments with him that were rightfully mine. Even though it was way before Dean had ever thought about being with me…it still hurt to think about.

"Andy?"

I looked up at Dean and at the empty doorway. I must have missed pleasantries while daydreaming and I guess Lisa had invited us in.

I walked inside the door, Dean closing it behind me, and followed Lisa to her kitchen. It was a nice model, looked like it had recently been redone. It had a high ceiling, and a blue tiled floor. The tile on the cabinets, counter tops and the island table had the same blue tile but in smaller squares. She looked like she had been cooking in there for a while, accounting for the slight mess of pots, pans and cans of various items. It smelled like spaghetti and meatballs and heat was radiating from the oven. I peeked over the island and saw cupcakes baking inside. I swallowed. I guess Dean had liked her for more than just sex. After all, there was no better way to Dean's heart then through his stomach.

"Andy?" I looked at Dean. "Lisa asked you if you wanted anything to drink."

"Oh," I looked at her and she looked away from Dean and then to me. "No, thank you."

Fuck. That was twice already. Lisa was gonna start thinking that Dean was dating some type of damn invalid. She nodded and handed Dean the beer he had obviously requested.

I looked past Dean, out the screen sliding doors, to a party going on outside. It appeared to be a little kid's birthday party from the amount of balloons, streamers, and the huge moon bounce in the middle of the back yard. I guess that's she had been cooking for. I moved closer to get a better look. I smiled at some little girls running around, Riley would be that age soon, running around and playing outside with Sammy. I breathed in. And not Dean. I needed to stop thinking about it or Lisa would think Dean was dating a crying invalid.

"Do you have any kids?"

I turned to look at Lisa. I'm guessing she was asking because she had one too, and that was who the party was for.

"Yeah, I had a little girl a couple months ago." I smiled.

"Her name's Riley." Dean said, rather proudly, smiling all the way.

I smiled softly. Lisa took the pasta from the stove and drained it. "You had her a few months ago? Damn, sure doesn't look it!"

I blushed and Dean chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. "I worked out like crazy." I told her, but "working out" had nothing to do with jogging or weights.

Other than the typical sit ups Dean and I did before bed, Dean and Sam turned the parking lot or back woods behind the motel we were staying at into a "crash course" that I went through a few times at night. It included jumps, sprinting, ducking, poising and aiming a gun at a target. God, I felt like I was ten years old when I ran through the motions. Ten years old with Sergeant John screaming at me and the brothers to go faster and hit the target.

Dean came up beside me and kissed my head. I smiled softly and then looked at Lisa.

"How old is yours?"

"Ben? He's eight, going on nine years now." She smiled and pushed her hair behind her shoulders. I felt a small pang of jealously grip my stomach, she was pretty.

I felt Dean turn his head to look outside. "Can we help with anything?" He looked back at her.

Her eyes met his and I could tell right then and there that she wanted Dean to help her with a few other things other than the damn food.

She shook her head. "Oh, no, go outside and enjoy some of the party."

I bit my tongue on my response but then said it anyways. "Oh, yeah, can't wait to enjoy the moon bounce."

Dean smiled slowly. "Just don't crush any of the kids."

I scoffed and elbowed him, he laughed. "Shut up."

I watched Ben open presents outside and I smiled as he lit up from opening a present. He held up a CD and grinned at the other kids. "Yeah! AC/DC rules!"

I smirked softly. "Right on, kid."

Dean handed me the beer and I took a sip as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He rested his chin on my shoulder.

He kissed right under my right ear. "You excited to see Riley that age? Running around and playing…laughing."

I swallowed and could hear the sadness in his voice. "No."

He pulled back a little and turned me to look at him. "You're…not excited?" He smiled. "Afraid she's gonna take after her dad a little bit too much and not come in for bath time?"

I glared at him. "No. Dean." He frowned softly and I slid the glass door aside and went outside onto the grass patio.

I closed the door behind me and went to the table with a cake on it. It was chocolate and had half a birthday greeting on it for Ben. Half of the cake was already cut up into pieces for people to take. I looked at one and sighed. I wanted it…and yet I was sick to my stomach thinking about next summer…or next winter. Or three years from now…or eight. I never wanted to move forward. If the trickster or any other demon cursed me to live in this day forever. I don't think I'd mind. Sam, Dean and I were okay. Dean was alive and then would always be alive. Sure, none of us would age, and things would never change. Our lives would be unmoving; some things would never be seen. But…I'd be happy, curling in bed with Dean and Riley every night. It was selfish and it…was sad. Sad as in pathetic. But I didn't care. This life had a knack for taking things that I loved away from me. And I just…I didn't want to lose him. Was that so awful? But stopping this thing from happening was like trying to pull pieces of cancer from a terminal patient with your own hands. It was a hopeless task.

I jumped as I felt a hand on my lower back. "I get you're trying to get the best piece of cake babe, but they all look to be the same size."

I sighed softly as I looked at him and handed him a piece that was more icing then actual cake. "Same size huh?"

He shrugged and dipped his finger in the icing and slid it across the tip of my nose and smirked. "Close enough."

I couldn't help but smile. "Wipe it off!"

He chuckled and leaned in close. He whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver. "With my tongue?"

I smile softly and leaned back and kissed him softly. "Lips will do."

Dean licked his lips and kissed my nose, taking the icing off. He smirked. "Good as new."

"Did you hear Lisa call him "Dean"?" I swallowed and looked up at him as I heard a woman say that a few inches away from the table in a lawn chair. He shrugged and glanced in the general direction of her.

The other woman next to her spoke next. "Yeah. Why?"

The lady giggled, it sounded like a cat moaning. "You don't know about Dean? The Dean. Best-night-of-my-life Dean?" I scoffed softly and looked at Dean. "Oh, my god, so, they had this crazy, semi-illegal…"

Dean cleared his throat a little loudly before the lady could continue…thank God. Because otherwise someone was getting strangled…and I think Dean was afraid I was going to take it out on him other than this lady or Lisa.

I just looked at Dean as the ladies ogled him. "Semi-illegal?" I asked skeptically and Dean smirked, very uncomfortable.

"Uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "It was…nothing?"

"Oh right. Nothing…just illegal." I replied nonchalantly, just like he was pretending it was. God, I didn't want to deal with this right now. Not with an ex, not when…when I should have been spending my time focusing on us. And our fucking legal sex.

I started walking towards the back gate to leave and Dean hurried after me, taking my arm. "Hey, wait, come on."

I sighed and turned to look at him. "So you were the best night of her life?" I don't know why I was being such a hard ass with him. Their relationship…or whatever it was, was such a long time ago. He had grown…well maybe not all in the maturity level but he was a father now.

He swallowed. "Yeah, I guess so." I knew he said that because of the information given by those "live-on-gossip" women…at least he wasn't being cocky.

"Yeah. And what was yours?"

He looked at me a moment. "You are…really going to ask me that?"

"Just humor me."

Dean looked down at my chest and took the protective charm in his hand, the one he had given me for my birthday…two years ago. It felt longer than that. He closed his hand around it and then kissed me softly, my upper and lower lip first. Then he cupped my cheek and kissed my mouth at once. I think I was starting to get the point as I remembered that night…after the bar and birthday presents…

He pulled a small box from his pajama pockets and handed it to me. "It's for me?" I asked.

He nodded and smiled sheepishly. "I wanted to give it to you at the bar but um…I don't know it was just…"

"It's a Tibetan coin. It was crafted along the 1800s. It's a protection amulet. I want you to wear it, so I know you'll always be safe." He said softly and I nodded.

He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and turned to head back to his chair. It took me a moment before I realized I was basically standing there with my mouth open and I shut off the light and crawled into bed. I feel asleep clutching the coin in my hand.

He clutched the coin in his hand as he kissed me, like I had done that night as I fell asleep.

Softly against my lips, "You remember?"

I smiled softly. "Of course I do."

He swallowed. "Will you remember years from now…when I'm gone?"

The smile was gone from my face. "Always."

He nodded and licked his lips; I felt the wetness on mine as his lips gently grazed mine again. "That…was the best night of my life. You know why?"

I swallowed. "Because the bar was serving free drinks after three?"

He chuckled and I smiled in turn. His laugh was so god damn infectious. "No…because," He stroked the coin with his thumb. "I knew I had you…and that no one else would."

I breathed in and smiled softly. I took his hand and squeezed gently. He was right. No one else would but him.

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"So, it's your birthday." Dean looked at Lisa's boy, Ben, as he ate a piece of cake. I smiled as I sat in the chair next to Dean, watching the kid's play.

"Guilty." Ben smiled as he looked up at him.

Dean smiled back and threw his empty plate away. "It's a cool party." I felt like commenting on the fact that Dean could probably have a great time at a simple party like this with cake and a moon bounce. It didn't really take a lot to satisfy him.

"Dude, it's so freakin' sweet. And this moon bounce --it's epic!" He smirked and threw his plate away.

I smiled as Dean looked slightly weirded out by this kid's enthusiasm. "Yeah, it's pretty awesome." I agreed

Ben grinned at me, because I obviously understood the epic-ness of it. He went over and elbowed Dean a little, like a best friend would do to another when fooling around. "See? Chicks think they're awesome! It's like hot-chick city out there."

I laughed. Wow…wasn't he just a little miniature Dean Winchester. Ben walked over to me and raised his eyebrows. He was trying to be all grown up, flirting with a girl and taking her with his boyish charms. Unfortunately he was still so little for that to work, so it just ended up being adorable. But I didn't let that on, didn't want to ruin the kid's birthday.

"You…interested in checking out the moon bounce later on?"

I smiled at Ben. "I'd love to!"

He grinned. "I'll let you know when I'm ready for you to experience the epic-ness." He ran off after that, approaching the moon bounce with an enthusiastic, "Look out ladies!". I just shook my head. This wasn't a replica of Dean; I could swear this kid was Dean when he was little.

I looked at Dean and he was staring at Ben like he had just sprout feet from his head. "Dean…you okay? You look like you're doing a really hard math problem in your head. I told you that's dangerous for you…math and you aren't exactly best of friends."

"Huh?" He looked at me and swallowed. "I'll uhm…be right back." I frowned as he walked off toward the sliding glass door and went into the kitchen. I sighed and got up, going to the cake table for one last piece of cake. Hey, I say, when there's free cake…you at least indulge yourself two pieces. Especially if it's chocolate.

"Excuse me," I turned around and looked at the person who wanted my attention…and froze. I tried to concentrate on my mouth from not falling open.

He was the guy from my dream. He had the same incredibly smooth voice and his hair became tussled as the wind picked up speed for a moment. His eyes bore into me, they were a gorgeous green color; the color of pines or leaves after a hard rain. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why wasn't Dean back yet?

He smiled, the same chilling smile I recognized from the bridge. It wasn't chilling as in creepy or scary but more as it was so attractive that it made your spine quiver against its will.

"I swear I know you from somewhere."

I shook my head, just wanting to find Dean. There was no way he knew me…unless…unless he had visions too to go along with his hydro thing. But seriously what were the possibilities of that? Although, if anything, I was taught never to doubt the possibilities. They bit you in the ass most of the time when you least expect it.

The good thing was, I wouldn't be thrown over a bride at this certain time. For one, no bridge or body of water and two, a lot of people, he wouldn't want to cause a scene right?

"No," I finally said. "I don't think I know you."

I went to get past him bit he stepped in front of me. "No…" He chuckled. "I swear…" He drifted off and a second later the connection dawned on him. "River Lakes High School, Connecticut, Senior Year. You sat behind me in Ms. Grafer's Spanish class. Andy right?"

I raised my eyebrows. Fucking Christ. Out of all the cities and high schools, I guess someone had to recognize me right? "Wow…mind like an elephant." I was really angry at myself that I had used my real name. I felt like this creep had been trying to find me for a long time or something.

He smiled softly. "Well, it's hard to forget a pretty girl like you."

I tried not to blush. Damn my inability to react to compliments with blush. I wasn't happy over the compliment but kind of embarrassed I guess. Did he really remember me because I was pretty…I doubt it. It was a pick up line of I ever heard one, and I heard a lot of them in my time. Dean being the King of pick up lines and all. So why was I embarrassed? I internally rolled my eyes at myself, it just caught me off guard, that's all.

"Um, right well. Unfortunately I don't remember your name. Sorry." It had been a lot of cities, a lot of high schools and a lot of Spanish classes that year.

He seemed disappointed, but not for more than a minute. He reached out his hand and took mine, "David Ackson."

I shook gingerly. "Nice to meet you again." I swallowed and pulled my hand back.

David ran a hand through his hair. "So, how do you know Lisa?"

"She's an old friend of my boyfriend." Who, thank God, was just coming out the sliding glass door and looking for me. When he spotted me he came right over.

"Boyfriend huh?" David asked, sipping from his red cup.

"Yeah, boyfriend." Dean said, slipping his arm around my waist. David looked so uncomfortable it was almost painful to watch.

But then he smiled calm and collected, like he was thinking this was just another obstacle he could work around, and that creeped me out more than him hitting on me.

He stuck his hand out. "David, Andy and I go back a while."

Dean made a clicking noise from his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth. He looked at David's hand and then at his face. "Oh really?"

David wasn't fazed, he simple pulled his hand back and stuck it in his pocket. I think he had a feeling Dean was going to stay in this protective mood. "Yeah, since high school."

I could tell Dean was entertained with our own private joke. We'd been to so many high schools between Sam, Dean and I that the question of which one was hanging on Dean's lips.

"River Lakes High School." I finally said.

"Oh. That school." Dean rolled his eyes. I didn't really remember Dean's opinion on the schools we went to, I mostly hung around with Sam through the classes. Though I did know Dean certainly loved the cheerleaders no matter where we went.

"Yeah…were you confusing it with another one?" David asked sarcastically. Because he couldn't imagine that we could get high schools confused. He must have thought we had been there since freshmen year, since we had been seniors there when we went.

Dean licked his lips and bit back on any nasty, sarcastic comments. "No. I was just making sure I had the right one. So you were friends with Andy? Funny…she never mentioned you. At all."

"And how would you know…you're not her brother."

"No," Dean continued. "But she was friends with my brother all through school. So believe me, if she would have mentioned you…I would have heard." Dean smiled softly, not smug, it didn't need to be. The words were smug enough.

And even though Dean wasn't my brother, the fact that he sometimes heard about my friends or crushes was partly true. I usually told Sam everything, we were best friends. He told me his crushes, and I told him mine. Sometimes Dean would overhear or Sam would tell him when he was worried…well, over protective. I swear those two were like two dads whenever I liked a boy and surprise, they liked me back.

I swallowed and looked up at David. He looked…angry. Dean's arm tightened around my waist and then out of nowhere Dean jumped back, swearing quietly. I looked at him and his front was soaked in water.

"Where the f—"

"Dean! Children!" I hushed quietly.

He just looked at me and in that one look I could tell he really couldn't give a shit about his language at the moment. I frowned and grabbed a few napkins from the table and noticed a sprinkler behind it on the grass, gently watering the flowers. Had David…no, in public? I turned and handed them to Dean who opened up his navy blue jacket a little and started brushing off his blue shirt with the napkins. Halfway through a stroke he stopped and sighed, aggravated.

"This is useless, I'm soaked."

I nodded softly. "We'll go…just go to the car and I'll meet you there."

He raised his eyebrows and stole a look at David, who was casually standing next to me, nursing his cup of juice. I nodded softly at Dean, I'd be okay. He sighed softly and cursed under his breath. Something that sounded like, "where the fuck did that water come from?". I watched him leave through the glass doors and say goodbye to Lisa.

I turned to look at David and he shrugged. "Damn sprinklers huh? Things can be so unpredictable sometimes…I remember I had to buy at least four because the damn things kept…"

I shook my head, interrupting him. "Did you do that?"

He licked his lips and looked very confused. "Do…what?"

"You know…the water thing. Did you do it?"

His mouth said no, his eyes told me everything. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Andy." He didn't say that like he was questioning me, it was a very hard statement and his eyes were stern. His voice was commanding like he wanted me to believe, whether I did or not, that I had he had no idea what I meant.

I just nodded and turned to leave when he grabbed my arm. It didn't hurt but his hand was cold and wet…like he had actually touched the water that was splashed on Dean. "Wait…"

I swallowed at shook his hand off. "For what?" David looked around for a moment and sighed. "Look David, Dean's waiting for me and he's not in the best mood right now, if you hadn't noticed, so if I don't come outside soon he's gonna come right back here…"

He looked irritated. "Alright, alright, just…" I almost shook him and said "spit it out for Christ's sake!". "Can I call you? I don't…want to talk about it here."

I just nodded softly. Fine, it's not what I wanted but…if I could change my dream and stop him from hurting people, I'd do whatever. "Fine." I took a napkin from the table and he handed me a pen, I scribbled down my number and handed it to him.

He looked at it and then back at me.

"I have to go." I told him. "Call me."

David nodded and I had no doubt that he wouldn't. "I will." He smiled softly.

I turned and went inside, saying my goodbyes to Lisa. I walked towards the car and swallowed. He looked relieved, like he could finally talk to someone about this burden he had. I just wanted to help. Him and the other people that he could drown…for one reason or another. I just couldn't get what could snap in his mind and make him attack them. It hadn't happened yet…at least. Maybe I could save him.

Dean looked up at me, all pissy. I got in the car. "What?"

He pouted then. "I'm all wet and uncomfortable. I feel like I've been at an amusement park in 90 degree weather in jeans all day."

I snorted. "Right, because you really know what that feels like." He glared at me and I smiled, kissing his nose. "Sorry."

"So David did it right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he's from my dream." I looked down at my hands. "I can't believe he remembered me."

"I'm not surprised. Creep probably has a collage of your high school pictures on his wall."

I rolled my eyes. "There are no pictures of me anywhere. We didn't stay long enough."

Dean started the car. "It's a joke, relax." He ruffled my hair and I smiled as I fixed it.

"I wasn't freaking out." I breathed as I leaned back in the seat. "I gave him my number."

He raised his eyebrows as he pulled out and started driving to the motel. "You gave the freak who threw you off a bridge…"

"He didn't do that yet, Dean!"

Dean scoffed. "I'm sorry, who is going to throw you off a bridge your direct number to get in touch with you?"

"He's not going to throw me off a bridge. I'm going to change it so he won't."

Dean rubbed his forehead. "Andy, you can't….you can't stop him. Can't save him." I looked out the window. "He's not another Jason."

"That's not fair." I said softly and swallowed.

The car turned left and he sighed softly, not annoyed or frustrated, just a regular sigh. "Hey," He parked in the hotel parking lot. "Hey, pretty girl, look at me."

I licked my lips and turned to look at him. His hair was slightly wet in the front and his shirt was sticking to his chest. His skin shined softly against the sun coming through the windshield and cinnamon was flowing off his skin like a car air freshener. He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine.

"We're gonna help him as best we can…and we're going to do it together. And if he doesn't listen to reason…we can't just let him go if we know he's going to hurt people." I looked into his eyes. "You understand." It wasn't a question.

I just nodded softly. "I understand."

He stroked the side of my face, his hand was warm and soft. He kissed my cheek. "Come on, let's get inside. I have to get these clothes off."

I smiled softly and nodded as he got out of the car. Dean just…didn't understand. I had to help David. I couldn't just let him become another Jason. I don't think I could handle that on my conscience.

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"What happened to you? Lose a fight with a sprinkler?" Sam asked as Dean walked in the room.

Dean rolled his eyes and just mocked him as he walked to the bed. I smirked and looked at Sam. "Something like that." I closed the door and Sam raised his eyebrows. I sat on the bed, slipping my jacket off. "Find anything worth our time?"

"Actually I did. I think we have two cases to work on."

"Really?" Dean took his damp jacket off and slipped it on a chair to dry out. He peeled off the undershirt and threw it in the general direction of the laundry pile. I smiled softly as I looked over his tone body. He saw me look and smirked. "You checking me out Core?"

I smiled and blushed a dark color. "Maybe." I winked playfully at him.

Sam cleared his throat before the conversation grew into something that made him uncomfortable. "Both cases are about here."

"Just makes you wonder what kind of place Cicero, Indiana is." I smirked and laid back on the bed.

Sam shrugged lightly as I turned my head to look at him. "Not a great place as of now. Know that one freak accident we read about in the paper? There's four more that never even made the paper, all in this Morning Hill gated community. People falling off of ladders and drowning in their jacuzzis all over the neighborhood."

"Yeah, Lisa mentioned this town had had some bad luck before I left." Dean laid down next to me and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, that's weird. Something's up. Something these nice, big gates can't protect them from."

I sighed and nodded and looked at Dean, I smiled at him and kissed his shoulder. He smirked and shook his head. "No turning me on that easily, Core" He winked and I rolled my eyes.

Sam swallowed. "I'm sitting right here talking about people falling off ladders and appliances killing them…and you're turned on?" I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at him. "Hey!

"Next case!"

"Alright, alright," He clicked something on his computer and then got a newspaper clipping. "So we got four drawings." I froze and looked at Sam. "All women and then this is the weird part, all died in their beds…drowned from the inside." My heart fell, incredibly fast, felt like it fell from my chest to my feet. It was too late. "But there was no water found at the scene, not even a cup by their beds."

I closed my eyes and felt Dean's arm sneak around my shoulders and turn me. I rested on his chest and rubbed my nose against his skin. "It's David," I said softly. "It has to be him."

Sam's voice sounded like he was frowning. "David?"

Dean ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah, guy from her dream."

"Oh…you met him today?"

He nodded. "And guess what? He can actually control water."

"How?"

I swallowed. "Well we kind of know how. Hydrokinesis, I don't know how or when he got it. But that's how he's doing it. Killing people."

I could tell they were doing that thing, looking at each other with semi-worried faces. I just let them do it, refusing to comment this time. I just focused on Dean's warm skin against my cheek.

"But why the girls and why four of them?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe he intends to kill more and there's really no relevance to the number."

"Yeah," Sam said. "I guess you could be right. But them being all female has to mean something. "And doesn't he have to have a source of water somehow? Like Dean and the sprinkler? There was no water at the crime scenes."

"I'm still pissed about him getting my shirt wet."

I rolled my eyes and smirked softly at him. "Why...you looked kinda sexy with your clothes all wet." I looked up at him and winked softly.

He smiled slowly. "Didn't know you were into the wet t-shirt look."

I shook my head and smiled and he traced my lips with his thumb for a moment. "So we have no idea what's going on in either case." I nodded softly and looked at both of the boys. "Perfect." I breathed in softly and kissed his chest.

"We'll figure it out." Dean sighed. "I need a shower." He sat up with me in his arms and kissed my head. "Want one together?"

I smiled softly. "No need to ask. I'll be there in a moment, I need to gather some clothes for the laundry and then get some to change into."

He smiled and nodded, he got up and took a new t-shirt and some jeans, with a red checkered shirt into the bathroom with him. I rubbed my face and collected the clothes on the floor.

"It's funny how I tried to get a week-to-week rotation with you two chuckleheads and I'm almost always the one who collects the clothes for a wash." I looked up at Sam and he smiled, kneeling down to help me.

"Hey, I actually did it last week."

I smirked. "You're so commendable!"

He bumped shoulders with me and pushed the clothes into my arms. He grabbed a tot bag from the closet and helped me put the clothes into it. "Thank you." I breathed in and smiled at him.

He smiled back but it was tentative. "Andy, I need to talk to you about something…"

I nodded. "Sure, anything." I put the bag down and picked up another pair of jeans and a long sleeved tee. I set it on the bed.

"You remember when we had that case on the sins?" I nodded softly. "And you remember…that girl who swooped in…saved us?"

I swallowed a little. "Yeah, I remember." I remember how much I hated her, for no apparent reason and didn't trust her at all from the moment I saw her. "What about her?"

"Well I was at the diner today and she had…followed me there. She….she told me she was…a demon. That knife she had…"

I raised my eyebrows. "You have a demon stalker?" Which was…just the understatement of all this. A demon…fuck we had been saved by a demon? She must have wanted some time of payment for that? What kind of demon took out her own?

He swallowed. "I don't think that's exactly how she intended it to look…"

"Oh, so now you're making excuses for the demon trailing your tail all over the continental U.S?"

I looked at him and he looked agitated, and for a moment I knew he regretted telling me but I honestly didn't know what kind of reaction he wanted me to have. What did he want me to be happy? Excited? Freaked out? I was annoyed and I was protective. Demons were demons…there was no such thing as a good demon or a demon having some sort of heart, no matter what that witch show Charmed try to tell you.

"Look…I'm telling you because…"

I scoffed softly. "I know why you're telling me Sam. Because you wouldn't dare tell Dean." He swallowed. "Because it'd be like telling your father and he'd tear you a new one for being so reckless."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, Andy, just…she knew about us."

"Us?" I asked.

"About our yellow eyed thing, our psychic powers…about that son of a bitch putting us in that wasteland to fight to the death."

Alright, I admitted, my interests were peaked. "How did she know about that?"

He sighed and shrugged. "Shit if I know. She was being cryptic and…sarcastic."

I looked at the bathroom door, I had to get in there soon or Dean was going to think something's up. "Why are you telling me this?" Other then the fact that you didn't want to get yelled at by your older brother.

"Because she tried telling me about something else…about our moms."

I looked up at him. "What about my mom?"

Sam swallowed. "That's the thing. Something apparently happened to their friends."

"To their friends? So this bitch is both sarcastic and vague and a stalker? Great personalities you're attracting there, Sam." I said sarcastically, turning to go to the bathroom door.

"Why are you biting my head off about this? I want to do this with you. I want to research about their friends and find out if this demon is reliable or not."

I scoffed, actually getting upset now. "Are you…are you thinking clearly by chance? Or do you not know the definition of 'reliable'?" Sam licked his lips. "Demons cannot be trusted to give you the truth."

"How do you know? Some have been known to give up on their own sides before…" He was stretching his very long limbs on this one. "Who knows…maybe we finally got something here. A demon who wants to help…it's not impossible."

I just shook my head, wanting to shake him until he actually processed what he just said. "Sam…'give up on their own sides'? Really? I wonder if God was thinking the same thing about Lucifer before he just…gave up on his own side. Decided to create a new one…an evil one." He sighed, pursed his lips and shifted on his feet. "Don't go there, Sam. I'm serious…" He looked up at me. "Don't go there."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

I sighed. "I'll help. But we're not talking to this demon again."

Sam bit his lower lip for a moment, thinking. "Okay. Okay, you're right, we won't." He nodded. "You won't tell Dean?"

I rubbed my forehead. "I won't…tell Dean."

I just turned away and went into the bathroom. Fuck. What were we getting ourselves into? Why was I lying to Dean about it? I didn't want to side with him…I didn't but…I had to stick with him, keep him out of trouble and keep him safe. It was him and me on this…because sooner or later…we were gonna be the only ones left. And Sam needed me. Like I would need him one day. Like I would need him every single day after Dean…died.

That's why I was going to lie to him. And help Sam figure out whatever this thing was.

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Water was in my mouth, pushing its way into the back of my throat. It was ice cold and it tasted like mud. My hands and arms were numb but I could feel the waves pushing their currents against my legs and torso. My head whipped back as I hit something hard, and I felt blood bead my forehead. I reached the surface for a moment, saw a blur of lights of something tall and far away and vaguely heard my name being called. But I didn't even have the energy to scream Dean's name before the current took me back under.

I gasped as I jerked up in bed, I coughed hard and Dean stirred beside me. I felt like I was choking, I kept coughing and grabbed my chest.

"Andy?" Dean's sleepy voice asked. He moved in bed and the light from the bedside table popped on. "Hunny, just try to breathe." He rubbed my back.

No, he didn't understand. Water was in my windpipes…it was actually felt like it was filling up my lungs. A harder cough wracked my chest and a small puddle of water flew from my mouth and landed on the bed sheets in front of me. I collapsed back against Dean's arm on my back and panted.

"God…" Dean said softly. "That was…"

"Dean? What's going on?" Sam groggily asked, he turned on his own bedside light and squinted at his, his eyes not used to the light yet.

Dean swallowed as I sat up, finally catching my breath a little. "I'm not sure."

I coughed a moment and then looked at Dean as Sam got up and out of his bed and sat next to me. "My freaky ass torturous dreams, that's what happened." My chest ached like I had actually inhaled the water from the river. "I was in the river and I…it felt like I was drowning." I swallowed.

Sam rubbed my leg gently and I lean my head on Dean's shoulder. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulders and he rubbed my arm. "It's okay, you're safe now." He kissed my head.

"How's your chest?" Sam asked and I swallowed.

"Hurts…and I'm freezing." I shivered as the word left my mouth and Sam got up and took one of the sheets off his bed and covered me with it as Dean brought up the others. I swallowed. "Thanks guys."

Dean nodded and Sam sat down back on the bed next to me. "Sure sweetheart."

I swallowed and looked at the time, two in the morning. I sighed softly. "This is going to sound really…" I swallowed and went on softly. "Annoying but can we push the beds together? Put the T.V on? I really don't want to head back to sleep yet."

Sam and Dean smiled at me. "Yeah, it's no problem." Sam said and stood, he walked on the other side of his bed and pushed it till it met Dean and mine. I scooted over into the middle of both beds and packed the pillows up behind me.

Dean kissed my cheek and put the same around me and scooted closer, he curled hair around my ear as Sam searched for the television remote. He turned the T.V on and crawled in bed on the other side of me. I breathed in and looked at the movie playing across the screen. I think it was "How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days" because I recognized Matthew Mcconaughey but I couldn't remember the girl's name. Kate…or maybe it was Katie something. Eh, who cares. I really loved watching Mcconaughey act. He was gorgeous and such a good actor.

I snuggled into the sheets and between my boys and enjoyed the movie with this little moment of perfectness in this hectic life of mine.

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I went on an "insurance agent" run with Sam early that morning. We were going to visit one of the man's wives who had fallen off the ladder. Unfortunately, I was hauling ass that morning. I was half asleep as we pulled up to the house and the coffee run was not entering my veins yet. I yawned, maybe the seventh time after we left the motel, and Sam smirked softly.

"So…I take it you're tired?"

I shoved him with my elbow. "Shut up you!" He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm tired, I barely got any sleep."

"Well that's because you wanted to stay up for the Mcconaughey marathon."

I smirked softly. "Well, sure, that's part of it…but…every time I closed my eyes I saw David and the bridge." I swallowed. "Water closing around my mouth…it was awful." I said softly and looked out the window at the house.

I could feel Sam's frown mess up his cute smile he had had on his face not a moment ago and his hand gently touched my arm. "Hey, you want to stay in here, catch some sleep?"

I looked at him. "You're sweet but I'll go with you. I can sleep later, the cases come first."

He shrugged softly. "I know you, you don't get enough sleep you'll get a monster headache and you'll be miserable…not to mention take it out on Dean and I. So hey, I'm not looking out for you here, I'm totally worried about myself." I laughed and he smiled softly. "Sleep, it's okay. I'll fill you in when I get back."

I nodded softly and sighed. "Alright, I'm not going to fight you on this."

He smiled. "Good…cause I'll win." Sam got out of the car and closed the Impala door. I watched him fix his tie and walk to front door and knock.

I smiled and shook my head. I put my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, drifting off immediately.

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The car jerked a little as Sam got in the car. I stirred a little and turned to face him, not opening my eyes yet. "How long was I out?" That question was more for myself then for Sam. "What did you find out?"

I opened my eyes and gasped, David smiled softly at me. "I found out that not all people lock their car doors."

I turned to get out of the car but he pulled my hair and opened the door. I yelped as I felt my hair tear by the roots a little as he dragged me across the driver's seat and out onto the pavement. I landed on my butt and he lifted me up, keeping my hands behind my back.

"Let go of me!!!!" I couldn't help but gasp in pain, he was really tugging my hair hard and it distracted me from the fact that he had time to get my hands behind my back. He managed to keep them there with one of his hands, he had an incredibly strong grasp.

He harshly pulled me back against his chest and wrapped his arm around my mid-section. I stomped on his foot with my heel, which happened to be a pointed high heel shoe, and he cried and let me go for a moment. I ran forward just as Sam was coming out of the house. I sprinted to him and David didn't try to grab me again.

"Andy?" I reached him as he got to the bottom steps and collided against his chest, holding onto him tightly. "Shh, shh, I got you. Shh."

I breathed shakily for a moment and closed my eyes, feeling safer as I relaxed in Sam's arms, warm vanilla hitting my nose and his strong arms squeezing my frame. "Where'd he go?"

Sam swallowed and we moved closer to the car. He pulled me back from him a little and I leaned against the Impala as he looked down the street. "I don't know. I just saw him take off." He looked at me. "You alright? He hurt you?"

I swallowed. "He just…pulled my hair." I rubbed my scalp. "I'll live."

"Good thing…I don't think Dean would want to date you if you were bald…" I smirked as I looked up at him and he smiled. "Come here."

I leaned up and hugged him again. He kissed my head and held me close for a few moments before we got back into the car and drove to the motel.

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"Ok, that is the last straw! I am going to hydro his ass!"

Sam frowned as he looked at Dean. "You know that's just water…right?"

Dean swallowed as he sat next to me. "Well then I'll kinesis…his…something.."

I smirked. "Valliant effort, Dean." I stroked his hair gently. "Really, I'm okay, nothing Advil couldn't fix."

He clenched his fists. "That's not the point."

"Really? The point isn't I'm okay?" Dean sighed and looked at me and I kissed his nose.

"Of course that's the point." He said softly and I smiled and kissed him. He pulled me close to him until I was sitting on his lap and kept his arms wrapped tight around me.

"The other point is, I found out what we're dealing with."

"Which is?" I asked.

"What do you know about changelings?"

Dean smirked. "Evil monster babies?"

"No, not necessarily babies…"

Dean looked up at him, realizing. "The kids. Creepy, "stare at you like you're lunch" kids? I was walking back from talking to Lisa and Ben and…let me tell you, those kids were the very definition of creepy."

"Yeah. There's one at every victim's house." Sam pulled out his laptop. "So, changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. There were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood."

"Do you think it was?" I asked.

Sam shrugged. "Could have been."

"So the changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?" Dean asked, shifting me on his lap to move against the headboard. He took a sheet and gently pulled it over my legs and strokes my hair.

Sam shook his head and sat in front of us, handing us a book. I set it on my lap and winced at the picture of the kid. It's face was…well damn ugly didn't seem to cover it. The skin was greenish purple, two colors that never should have gone together. The eyes were black and kind of sunken into their heads while the mouth turned into a circle when they ate. A circle full of what looked like little shark teeth.

"Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom: synovial fluid," He continued. "The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks."

"And then there's dad and the babysitter…" Dean commented, looking over my shoulder at the picture. He left a small kiss on my shoulder.

"Yeah. Seems like anyone who gets between the changeling and its food source ends up dead." I swallowed and looked up at Sam. "How do we get rid of them?"

"Much like a Wendigo, we gotta torch them."

"Great." Dean snorted. "We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, and torch them on the front lawn."

I smiled softly. "That will play great with the neighbors. We'll never be invited to another birthday party again!"

Dean chuckled. "We weren't invited to the first one…"

"What about the real ones? What happens to them?" I asked Sam.

"They stash them underground somewhere. I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there." He answered as Dean handed the book back to him. He closed it and set it on his laptop.

"We better start looking." I swallowed. "Those kids could be hurt…scared." I frowned. "So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?" Sam nodded.

"We gotta make a stop. I want to check on someone." He gently picked me up and set me beside him.

I stood and changed out of my skirt and pulled some jeans on along with my boots. "Dean, if the real kids are still alive, we don't have time."

"Well we're going to make time." I frowned as he slipped on his leather jacket. I looked at Sam and he shrugged his shoulders. Who did he possibly want to check up on?

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