A/N: hey hey!! sorry it took me so long to update...or even write for that matter! I started back to work again...urg...they roped me into starting back sooner than I had really wanted to but oh well..it's a job..lol... I haven't really had any free time for the past seven days in a row and I'm pooed...lol...BUT I have tomorrow off (freakin WOOT!!!) so that means I getta stay up later tonight...yay's! (wow...I feel like I'm in high school again and it's a Friday night...like, I getta stay up later cause there's no school tomorrow....geeze...LOL)

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Sam's POV

"Why am I always the one to do research? Seriously. I mean…it's not like I mind it too much but for once, I'd like to see me stay behind and talk to the girl while Dean goes and looks up dirt on a person," I thought as I drove back. Before I knew it, I was pulling back into the Roadhouse parking lot. I went through pick-up lines that Dean might use on the girl as I walked in the door. I almost immediately spotted them at a table and made my way toward them. They looked pretty awkward sitting there together and both looked at me as if I was a floating device to save them from drowning.

"Hey Andy," I said as I approached the table. "Dean, can I talk to you for a sec?"

Dean gladly got up and followed me. I think he was hoping that I would have bad news and that he would be able to kick some ass today. 'Sorry Dean,' I thought as I lead him to the side of the bar, 'no kickin ass for you today."

"So? What'd you get on the girl?" Dean asked eagerly, looking past my shoulder to Andy who still sat at the table.

"Honestly? Nothin." I said as I sifted though the papers I had in my hand.

"Awesome…I mean…that's too bad. Let's hit the road then," he said hitting my shoulder.

"No, I mean…the girl's clean dude."

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"I mean the girl checks out," I said looking down at the papers, "Andrea Elizabeth Miller, born to Christina Miller in Detroit, Michigan. Graduated with honors from her high school last year, had a job for two and a half years at a small gas station in her town...never even been pulled over for speeding. She's clean."

"What's it say about her father?"

"Birth certificate didn't list one. Just the mother."

Dean sighed. "So, what do you wanna do? Do we take this girl with us?"

"Well…I guess so. I mean, everything checks out. We could always do a DNA test to make sure she's Bobby's."

"How are we gonna get DNA of Bobby's if we don't go to him?" Dean sighed again. "I think it'll be okay, but the first sign of suspicion and I'm dumpin her out on the curb," Dean said as he pointed his finger dangerously close to my face before he turned and walked away.

I followed Dean back toward the table that Andy was at and I realized how tired she really looked. She looked distracted with her drink at first glance but when I studied her more, I saw the dark, deep circles under her eyes and how she was leaning forward, but only just a bit, that made her look like she could just fall over asleep at any moment. The way she held her drink in front of her made her look older and the way she stared down at it made it look like she wasn't drinking Coke and had had a really long day on the job.

"So, um…you ready to go?" Dean asked as Andy looked up, seeming surprised and then a sort of smug and true smile, something similar to an expression Dean might make, lit up her face as she stood to join us. It was weird to see an expression like that on anyone but Dean. Almost like she was the sister we never had.

Right before we got to the door, Dean grabbed my coat sleeve and pulled me to the side.

"Um…what's her birthday?" Dean asked hesitantly. I shuffled through the papers I had and found the one with a copy of her birth certificate. "Um…August 15th, 1989. Why?"

His eyes shifted around like he didn't want to answer me and then he mumbled, "Hmm...nothin" and walked out the door.

As we walked back toward the Impala after Dean's oh so funny joke, I stopped in front of her, suddenly realizing something.

"How'd you get here anyways?" I asked her. "There's no way you walked all the way from Michigan."

"Well, I drove most of the way, but I broke down about twenty miles back," she said, almost embarrassed. "I don't know much about cars so I don't know what's wrong with her."

"So you walked twenty miles to get here?" I asked surprised.

"Well, I didn't really know what to do. I kinda broke down in the middle of nowhere, so I just started walking and ended up here. I'd planned on driving here, but…well, you know how that turned out."

"Okay, how about this?" Dean interjected. "We take you back to your car, see if we can fix it and then head back to find a place to stay. Sound good?"

"So wait? You actually trust me enough to have me stay with you?" Andy asked seeming surprised.

"Well, do you trust us enough to stay?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

Andy paused for a second, hesitating and then Dean said, "Exactly… so are we gonna do this errr...stand here all day?"

It felt weird to have someone in the backseat. I mean, I've been in the backseat before but rarely did we have a third rider. Andy was really quiet during the ride but I couldn't help but occasionally look at her through the side mirror.

I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was familiar about her. It was one of those 'it's right on the end of my tongue' moments. Maybe I'd seen a movie with a girl like her in it or noticed similarities between her and a girl I knew from Stanford. Maybe that's it, I thought as we drove.

Andy doesn't seem like most girls, I think that's what struck me about her most. She seemed like a smart girl, looked as if she were maybe fifteen or sixteen, even though her birth certificate tells me she's around nineteen. She isn't very tall, looks like a stick and doesn't seem very strong, but in some of the ways she holds herself, she looks like she could take both Dean and I out.

In all honesty, she reminded me…of me. When I look at her, I think of a young girl wanting to be nothing but normal when her dad tells her to practice her aim with a gun while other kids are out playing soccer and baseball. A girl who has a past that nobody knows about and would never know from just outer appearances. Someone who is passionate about saving people but hates the way it has to be done. A person that wants to abide by the rules yet has to break them all to survive in living the way they do. A girl that wants to be free but doesn't know how and wants so bad to run away, leaving everything behind. But inevitably later, they'll come back because they realize that family are the only people to stand by you through thick and thin and put up with your crazy ass.

I looked one last time in the side mirror at Andy and saw her staring back at me. She smiled slightly and then went back to staring out the window.

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