A/N: hey hey, ya'll! So I'm pretty excited at how this chapter turned out (over 2,000 words too! the longest one I've written yet! -squeals in excitement-) ...I think I like dis one the best so far :) I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy! :D

Andy's POV

I'd never been to this place before…or at least I don't think I have. It looked like something straight from a horror movie. A creepy old house out in the middle of nowhere. Why am I here again? I kept asking myself. I wandered around aimlessly looking through the old house, moving cobwebs as I went. As I headed for what I assumed was the kitchen, I started to recognize the place a little more. Then I got this gut feeling that I should go upstairs because something was waiting for me. Okay…maybe not waiting for me like to kill me, but waiting for me as in for my help. I walked up the old stairs expecting them to groan in protest of my weight but they made no sound. I even scuffed my feet a little extra to see if they would make a sound but they didn't.

I stood at the top of the stairs with two options…left or right. After a few seconds of deliberation, I chose left. I peeked into the open rooms as I passed them and they were mostly empty. Full of dust and cobwebs just like the rest of the house. There were a few pieces of furniture around but they were broken and old which the previous owner probably left behind. I was just about to get to the end of the hall when I heard a creak on the stairs. I immediately snapped into hunter mode and jumped back into one of the open doors, peeking around the corner. I cursed myself as I realized I didn't have any weapons on me. Wait…why don't I have my knife with me? I always have that with me, I thought angrily to myself as I almost started to panic.

I heard footsteps coming my way and by the sound they made, this thing coming my way was big. Small things don't make footsteps like that. My heart rate was almost through the roof as the sound came closer. I counted in my head like you would with a dance routine. Two, three, four… I got down the beat of the intruders steps and planned to attack as soon as he got close enough that I would catch him off guard. Okay, this is it…five, six, seven...and then I stopped. The intruder had taken a bigger step than I thought and if he looked slightly to his right, there would be no way he wouldn't see me. I gasped as I saw what was in front of me. It was Sam. He looked a bit younger in the face but I knew it was him. I felt so relieved that I didn't even bother to hide the sound of my gasp but he didn't turn around. He didn't even acknowledge I was there. "Sam," I whispered. I wasn't really sure why I whispered…I guess it was just the mood of the place. He didn't respond. Just kept walking, gun up in a defensive position. Apparently something was going down here because I saw Dean in the same pose with his gun on the opposite end of the hall. Each of them were walking slowly toward the doors at each end of the hallway. I followed Sam to the door and watched him slowly grab the doorknob. He was counting down in his head, I could tell… three, two, one…and then he thrust it open. Sam whipped the door open and two teenage girls, maybe fifteen, sixteen years old were there screamed at the end of his gun. Sam let out a sigh of relief and told the girls to run and get out of the house now.

There was something very familiar about this moment. It was like I was front row at a movie but I remembered seeing this from the other side. And that's when I saw the girls. There standing in front of me was a fifteen-year-old girl. She was about 5'4'', brown hair coming just over her shoulders and framing her face, deep brown eyes, and was wearing a scared-as-hell look. Beside her was another girl. Standing about 5'7'', this girl was probably around the same age as the other, had shorter dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and the same scared look.

I watched the girl with brown hair stare almost straight at me and I knew she couldn't see me. But I nearly choked on my own tongue when I got a really good look at her. Standing right there before me…was a fifteen-year-old me. Right then I completely understood why I trusted the Winchesters so much.

Suddenly, my eyes shot open and I sat straight up. I was in a motel room…alone. It took me several minutes to calm my breathing and realize that it was just a dream. I stood up in the somewhat dark room and looked around. When I saw the tan duffle bag on the floor, I remembered the day before. I walked over to the window, seeing that there was light coming from under the thick curtains and pulled them open. I winced as the bright sun filled the room. What time is it? I wondered. And where the hell are Sam and Dean? I walked over by my bed and grabbed my phone. It said it was 2:30pm. Geeze, I slept all freakin day! I thought to myself. I rubbed my eyes as they adjusted completely to the light. I don't even remember falling asleep last night. I remember Sam was on his computer and Dean was cleaning his weapons. That must have been when I conked out.

I sat on the end of the bed looking around the room. There didn't seem to be anything left of the guys, only my stuff remained in the room. I walked over to the window to look outside and saw my Jeep parked almost right in front of the room. I got this fuzzy feeling in my stomach as I looked at this. Aw…they got my Jeep for me…that's so sweet. I thought as a smile came across my face. I turned around and looked at the empty room again and then that good fuzzy feeling toward the boys went sour. They freakin left me behind!!! They went on a hunt and left me here!!! I thought angrily. I could've helped. Ugh…freakin boys. I thought as I sat down hard on the bed with my arms crossed and pouted like an angry eight-year-old. After a few seconds of sitting there realizing there was nothing I could do about it, I grabbed the remote to the TV and flipped it on.

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The sun had gone down and there was still no sign of Sam or Dean. I knew they would have to come back eventually because the front desk said they hadn't checked out yet. I knew they wouldn't leave me completely behind. At least, Sam wouldn't.

I was getting really sick of watching pointless infomercials so I just turned the TV off. I got out paper and a pen and started drawing devils traps. It couldn't hurt to practice them. As I finished my fifth one, I heard someone outside of the door. I couldn't tell who they were because the voices were muffled but I heard keys like they were trying to unlock the door. I, very carefully, made my way over to the door and looked through the peephole. I gasped as I saw the boys standing outside of the door, Sam looking to be hurt. "Oh my gosh! What happened?" I said panicked as I opened the door and attempted to help Dean keep Sam steady on his feet.

"Damn ghost. Threw him across the room and through a window," Dean said helping me get his brother to a bed.

I had definitely seen worse but Sam looked pretty bloody. His right thigh was bleeding though his jeans where it looked like something had stabbed him and blood was sopping up around his hairline. Once we got Sam settled, Dean and I assessed his injuries.

"I wanna help," I said looking at Dean. "What can I do?"

"I'll be fine…just let me take care of it," Sam said trying to get up off the bed.

"No. Just sit down, let us do it," I said, pushing down on his good leg so he would sit back down. I could tell Sam was worn out because he didn't fight me on it anymore. Dean looked a little beaten up with a few scratches here and there but it didn't seem to be bothering him much. Dean started in automatically on Sam's leg to stop the bleeding and make sure it wouldn't get infected. Then I saw the bloodstain on Dean's right shoulder and how he didn't completely stand on his right foot.

"Oh my gosh, Dean!" I said with my hands hovering his shoulder, not wanting to touch and hurt him. "You really need to take care of this. I'll help Sam. Go."

"Let me stop the bleeding in his leg and then I'll take care of myself, okay?" Dean said with a bit of anger in his voice. He felt guilty that Sam got hurt, I could tell by the look on his face.

My expression softened a bit. "Okay. I'll try and take care of this," I said pointing to the blood on Sam's forehead.

I winced as I pushed back Sam's hair to see the gash in his head. It didn't look too bad but it was still bleeding. I quickly did an assessment of him and he didn't seem to have a concussion.

For some reason, Sam kept moving. He continued to talk to Dean and really didn't want to sit down. "Sam, you have to stay still. I've gotta get this to stop bleeding."

"I just really need to talk to Dean," he said trying to get up off the bed for the hundredth time. Each time Sam moved, his hair fell back into his face and it was getting really annoying because it was falling into the wound as well.

"Sam!!" I yelled eventually. "Sit still!!"

Sam just looked at me and then sat back and stayed still. Well, his body at least. He kept moving his head, unintentionally or not, it was still really annoying. I really liked Sam's hair…I thought it was very pretty but right now, it was really getting on my last nerve. After about the fifth time of it falling back into his face, I huffed and stormed off to the bathroom. I saw Dean turn around, watch me storm off and then give Sam a confused shrug.

I dug through my bag in the bathroom until I found what I wanted and then stormed back in to where Sam was. If he was not gonna sit still, I was gonna take care of that hair in his face. Sam looked a bit scared when I came up to him with determination written all over my face. I grabbed the chunk of hair in the front and shoved it back with a bobby pin. I saw Dean turn around suddenly when his brother yelped in pain. If this had been any other situation, I would have laughed at how Sam looked with his hair like that, but right now, I was mad. He looked up at me with confusion.

"What did you do?" he asked reaching up for the pin in his hair.

"It wouldn't stay out of the way! And I told you to stay still!" I said going back to the wound.

"Just be glad I didn't take more drastic measures," I mumbled as I put alcohol on him, and couldn't help but smile slightly as I thought about what the look on his face would've been if I really had taken 'more drastic measures'.

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