Chapter 11: The Devils Prophet

For the next month or so the boys went out on job after job. For whatever reason Dean was compelled to keep working. Andy chose to stay at Bobby's and Dyson stayed with her. She wasn't ready to start seriously hunting again. But when Bobby caught wind of a town in Wyoming where people started not dying, she knew this was more than just a regular job. Dyson zapped them over to Wyoming and they got to work.

Andy could tell something was off with the boys. They had just come back from interviewing a guy who had been shot in the heart but was still walking and talking. Dean was surly and quiet, and Sam was pushing to get some kind of lead on the case. She didn't want to get into it right now. If it became a problem she would knock their heads together and tell them to get over it. For now, they had work to do.

"You really think this is miracles?" Andy asked.

"Well there's no deals, no skeevy faith healers. These souls just aren't getting dragged into the light." Dean replied as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Andy looked at Sam. He had a pensive look.

"Maybe that's just it…" he said.

"What do you mean?" Dyson asked.

"That's what reapers are supposed to do right? Schlep souls? Maybe there just isn't one around." They all looked at each other.

"So what the local reaper's on strike?" Dean asked skeptically "I don't know Sam."

"Well let's go ask someone who knows." Sam said.

"Like who?" Andy asked.

"The kid."

"The kid is a doornail."

"Yea, and we have our own personal reaper with us. Let's see if we can find him and talk to him."

"I love how matter of fact we are about talking to a dead kid. Strange lives." Dean said.

Later that night they were in a cold grave yard trying to summon a spirit while Dyson wandered around keeping an eye out for him. Dean and Andy were sitting on a head stone while Sam set up the spell.

"You sure this is going to work?" Dean asked.

"No, but if the spirits around this should smoke it out." Sam said. Dean sighed. Andy looked at him questioningly. Something was bothering him.

"What's up babe?" Dean looked at her.

"This job is jacked. We do this, people are going to start dropping. Good people."

"I know. It sucks. But…that's just the way it goes."

"She's right Dean. There's a natural order to things." Dean looked at Sam.

"Seriously. We're like poster boys for unnatural order. All we do is ditch death."

"Yea, but normal rules don't really apply to us." At that, both Andy and Dean looked at Sam a bit shocked. It made Andy nervous hearing Sam talk like that…this was not a good attitude for him to have. Dean was going on about how they were no different than everyone else, and Sam was making some good arguments to the contrary. Suddenly Andy felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She looked around just as a voice called out.

"Hey! What is this?" After a fumbling attempt to talk their way out of the situation Sam said,

"Look, we're leaving." The man looked at Sam and said,

"You're not going anywhere ever again…Sam." His eyes rolled white.

"Alistair," Dean said stoically. Andy flinched at the name.

"Anyway, no time to chat. Got a hot date with Death." With a flick of his hand, Alistair sent Dean flying. He crashed into a head stone a dropped.

"Dean!" Andy shouted and ran after him. Alistair didn't seem interested in her. "Dyson!" She yelled hoping he would hear her. "Dyson!" He appeared next to her. "Alistair, he's here." she said quickly.

Dyson spun around to look, just in time to see him smoking out. They got Dean up and in the car. He woke up on the way back to the motel.

"What the hell happened?" he mumbled.

"Alistair flung you into a headstone." Andy said as she checked his head. He had a pretty decent lump forming.

"Yea, ow! I remember that. What happened after?"

"He tried to fling me, but it didn't work. Then he just bailed."

"Huh," was all Dean said. Andy got the feeling again that something wasn't right between the boys. They got back to the motel and Andy got some ice for Dean.

"How you doing?" she asked.

"I'm in pain. That's how I'm doing." he said roughly. Andy sighed. Whatever was bothering Dean, he had decided to take it out on anyone and everyone it seemed. Sam came in and Dean sat up.

"I think I have a concussion." he said. "So what happened again?"

"I told you, Alistair tried to fling me. It didn't work so he bailed."

"How come he couldn't fling you. He chucked you pretty good last time."

"I don't know." Dean shook his head. Andy could feel it coming.

"Sam do me a favour. You can have your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but don't treat me like an idiot." Andy backed away. She wanted to see thing head on. Dyson looked at her questioningly. She just shrugged.

"Dean, I'm not keeping secrets."

"Mmm hmm. Yea, whatever. So did you Q&A the dead kid?"

"Bobby called." Andy said still wondering at what had just happened. "He thinks we're on the right track with the Reaper thing. Apparently if you kill a Reaper under the solstice moon, you have a broken seal. The solstice moon is tomorrow."

"How do you ice a Reaper. You can't kill death." Dean said confused.

"Who knows." Sam said.

"Well, with the right tools you can kill anything," Dyson piped up. Dean nodded in acceptance.

"So what are we supposed to do, swoop in and save a reaper."

"That's the plan."

"And how do we do that. Reapers are invisible."

"Not to me they're not," Dyson said.

"Yea, but you are not doing this alone," Andy said.

"Yea, no kidding." Dean said.

"But, how are we going to help when only the dead and other Reapers can see them?" Sam asked. Dean looked up.

"Well if ghosts are the only ones that can see them…then we become ghosts."

Andy shook her head.

"This is a bad idea."

"What other option do we have Andy."

"I don't know, but dragging Pamela into this again…She doesn't need this."

"Yea, especially when I could do it just as easily." Dyson said his arms crossed.

"Dyson, we talked about this. Being tethered to their bodies is not going to work. They would need freedom of movement anywhere. I still think this whole thing is stupid."

"Well if you have another suggestion I'm all ears," Dean said. Andy rolled her eyes at him. "That's what I thought." So Dean left to pick up Pamela. Needless to say, she was about as happy with the idea as Andy.

"I can't begin to tell you how crazy you all are." she said as she opened the door.

"No argument there." Andy mumbled. Dean shot her a look.

"Andy, did you at least try to talk sense into these boys?" Pamela asked.

"You know I did. Not that they would listen to me."

"So which one of you came up with Astral Projection?"

"Yo," Dean said.

"Of course. So let me get this straight. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Do you have any idea how heavy duty insane that is?"

"It's not that insane," Dyson mumbled crossing his arms. "I do it all the time."

"Dyson. Shut up." Andy said stonily. Dean just glared.

"Well that's where the reaper is so that's where we need to be." Dean said.

"It's still nuts." Pamela replied.

"Well not if you know what you're doing."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"But you do,"

"And so do I." Dyson piped up again.

"Dyson!" Andy shouted. Pamela turned her head in their direction. She sighed.

"Yea, I know what I'm doing. And I'm sick of being dragged into this angel demon crap of yours."

"Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one right now." Dean said. "But we're talking the end of the world here." His voice had gone deep and serious. Andy watched him closely. "No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CD's no more nothing. We need your help." Pamela was quiet.

"Well, let's get projecting then."

They got the room all prepared. Sam and Dean laid down on the beds and Pamela did her thing. When it was done, Dyson confirmed that the boys were in the veil. Then he lay down on the floor and went Reaper mode. Andy stayed behind with Pamela to keep an eye on her boys. It was a long wait. Pamela and Andy talked a bit. But mostly they were quiet. Waiting. It was night before something happened. They both heard a noise. Soft nothing telling. But they were both suspicious. Andy got up, locked and dead bolted the door. Breeze ruffled the curtains. The hairs on the back of Andy's head stood on end.

"I know you're here," Pamela said. "What's wrong? Afraid of a skirt?" That was when Andy saw it.

"Pamela behind you!" She shouted. Pamela tried to get to the boys bodies to call them back but the demon grabbed her. Then another one showed up and tried to grab Andy from behind. She kicked out and managed to catch him off guard. She took hold of the water in his meat suit and held him still. She turned just in time to see the other one burry a knife in Pamela's stomach.

"Pamela!" she shouted. Suddenly Sam sat up. Pamela must have gotten through the spell. He saw the demon. He held out his hand and the demon went flying against the wall. He looked at the one Andy was still holding. Reached out a hand and black smoke came out of both the meat suits and vanished. Andy watched in horror as Sam exorcised two demons with his mind. Andy rushed to Pamela. She was breathing heavily, but chuckling.

"I can't die. Not in this town."

"Pamela, you need help."

"Why don't you make me a drink Sam."

"Pamela, you need a doctor."

"Sam. Make me a drink." Andy helped Pamela onto the empty bed.

"Pamela, you really need some help. If Dean managed to stop it, the reaper will be starting up again soon."

"I know." she said quietly.

"Then let me help you."

"What can you do Andy?" Pamela asked. Andy chuckled.

"Those boys like their secrets don't they. I'm a healer Pamela. I can heal you." Andy said. Pamela scoffed.

"Right, and I'm the Easter bunny."

"It's true. Please let me help you." Pamela said nothing, so Andy decided to take that as a yes and went to work. It was strange not having to work around blood. When she dulled the pain Pamela let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly Dyson sat up from the floor. Andy looked around at him. When he saw her healing he stood and came over.

"What happened?" he asked putting a hand on Andy's back.

"Demons. Trying to kill you guys off. Pam got a knife in the gut for it."

"Jesus. You got her covered?" he asked. Andy nodded.

"I'll be tired but yea, I got it. Where's Dean?"

"He's just helping Tessa take care of the kid."

"Who's Tessa?"

"She's the reaper that was after Dean after the accident with Dad." Sam said handing Pamela her second drink. Andy's eyes widened.

"Wow, talk about coincidence." Andy said. She went back to healing Pamela who sipped at her drink. When Andy was done she sat a bit heavily on the floor.

"That's some talent you have there." Pamela said.

"Sure is," Andy said. Pamela went over to Dean's bed and said the spell to bring him back to his body. After a few moments he gasped and sat up. He saw Andy on the floor and Pamela lying on the bed. He looked around confused.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Pamela got knifed. Andy fixed her up." Dyson said.

"Thanks for the summery," Dean said rolling his eyes. He knelt next to Andy. "You ok?" he asked running a hand through her hair. She smiled and nodded. "Pamela, you ok?"

"More or less."

"Awesome. Let's get the hell out of this town."

As they parted ways. Pamela took Andy aside for a moment.

"Did he really do what I think he did?" she asked. Andy knew right away what she meant.

"Yea, he did." Pamela shook her head. "There is something dark in that boy. I can feel it inside him."

"I know. I don't know what it is yet. But I have a feeling we won't be in the dark much longer." Andy said sadly. She hugged Pamela and walked away. She saw her whisper to Sam before she left, and Sam's eyes go wide with fear. Andy sighed and climbed into the Impala.

"Home crappy home." Dean said as he and Sam walked into the motel room after dropping off Pamela. Suddenly a deep voice broke the quiet.

"Winchester, and Winchester."

"Oh come on," Dean said as he looked up and saw Uriel.

"You are needed."

"Tough shit,"

"You watch your tone with me boy." There was a knock at the door Sam opened it. Andy walked in and stopped short when she saw the same two men who had been set to kill Anna only weeks before.

"What's going on?" Andy said slowly advancing to Dean's side. The angels reacted to Andy in an unexpected way. Uriel recoiled and Castiel looked from Dean to Andy and back clearly distressed.

"What is she doing here?" Uriel asked acidly.

"None of your business junk-less," Dean said testily.

"Dean, you should not be associating with this woman." Castiel said carefully.

"Why the hell not?"

"She is an abomination," Uriel said.

"You really like that word don't you. But that doesn't mean anything."

"Dean, she's the devils prophet."

"I'm the what?" Andy said still confused as to just what was going on.

"It is not of import at the moment. Dean, we have a job for you."

"Not of import?" Dean said cocking his head. "What the hell Cas."

"Dean, now is not the time. You need to come with us." Castiel said urgently.

"Yea well I'm not going anywhere." Dean crossed his arms across his chest defiantly.

"Oh, but I think you are." Uriel said with a slight smirk. With a brief gust and a stirring of wings the two angels and Dean vanished. Andy and Sam looked at round startled.

"Damn it!" Sam shouted.

"Son of a bitch," Andy muttered under her breath.

"I'm calling Ruby," Sam said wiping out his phone "she can do a location spell."

"Sam, I'm not sure if that is a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Just a feeling. I can't really explain."

"But we need to find him Andy. He can't do this!"

"I know we need to find him Sam. Dyson can track him."

"We don't have time for that."

"Sam, it'll take all of an hour. By the time Ruby got here did a spell and we got on the road, Dyson could be there back and we would be ready to go." Sam sighed heavily.

"Fine, let's get him then."

Andy was back in her room packing a few essential items, waiting for Dyson to get back, when the first vision hit. It was a series flash of images. Sam's puppy eyes looking up at someone. Ruby, a sweet smile on her face. Sam with a knife in his hands. Sam…Sam sucking on Ruby's bleeding arm. The vision let her go and Andy stumbled back onto the bed breathing hard. She didn't understand, couldn't believe that it was going to happen. She shook it off and continued to pack, but when had she ever been wrong yet.

Dyson came back within the hour, without Dean. Andy's heart fell.

"You couldn't find him?"

"I found him." Dyson said. Andy sighed with relief. "I just thought I would come back for you. He's ok at the moment. He's just talking to Uriel and Castiel. Figured I shouldn't go around killing angels at random so here I am. Are you ready?"

"Let's get going." Sam said grabbing the keys.

" Uh I think it would be like a 4 hour drive. So I should probably pop us over but it will be a little hard with the car and your bike. Take what you can carry."

"Yea, whatever, let's go." said Sam.

When they got there, Andy took in the room at a glance. Nothing good was happening. Dean was being severely beaten by a demon of some kind. Castiel had stepped in and tried to take down the demon. He got himself impaled on a nail and the demon, Andy figured out quickly that it was Alistair, started chanting a spell to send angels back to heaven. Sam raised a hand and Alistair was thrown against a wall. He laughed giving Sam a creepy amused stare.

"How are the demons killing angels?" Sam shouted. Alistair struggled against the hold Sam had on him. "How are they doing it?" Sam shouted again and squeezed.

"I don't know," Alistair gurgled. "It's not us. Lilith is not behind this. She would kill a thousand angels not seven." Sam let go of his death grip, but kept Alistair pinned to the wall. Dyson had been watching this exchange, and he noticed Castiel watching as well with a concerned, almost fearful look on his face.

"Oh, go ahead Sam. Send me back to Hell. If you can." Sam glanced at Dyson.

"You're not going to Hell," Sam said with a smirk.

"At least, not the Hell you think." Dyson said as he drew his blade and sliced swiftly and cleanly across Alistair's chest. A stream of red light poured out of the wound, then the body sank to the ground, empty.

The moment Sam had gotten Alistair off of Dean, Andy had rushed to him. He was unconscious, with a lot of broken bones, bruises and cuts. She slipped into her healing sight and went to work slowly, so she wouldn't waste energy. Once Alistair was dead, Sam rushed to where Andy was healing Dean.

"Andy, is he going to be ok?" She let go of the healing to look at Sam. She was worried. Dean was bleeding internally.

"I need some time Sam. I can't do this all at once." Sam stood. He looked at Castiel.

"Heal him." his voice was low and menacing.

"I can't."

"This is your fault. You and Uriel brought him here. He's dying because you couldn't keep a simple devils trap together."

"That trap should not have broken. I am sorry for that."

"This was all pointless. The demons aren't killing your soldiers. He wasn't lying." Sam turned his back on the angel. Andy had been watching the exchange, hoping that Castiel would heal Dean, but he just vanished. She went back to work on him. When she had done what she could for the time being, Dyson took them to Bobby's one at a time. While he was taking Sam Andy noticed the cart of knives, holy water, and other gruesome instruments. What where they making you do Dean? she thought. Suddenly she made the connection. Memories flashed through her mind. Dean's face covered in a savage pleasure while he carved into her. The thought brought bile to the back of Andy's throat. Then the flashes of memory became flashes of a vision. Castiel talking to Anna about disobedience. Uriel speaking about a new order in Heaven. Uriel, stabbing Anna in the back with a seraph blade. When she came out of it Dyson was standing in front of her.

"Come on Andrea. We should get out of here."

"Uriel is the one killing the angels." she said in a rush. Dyson raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, he is now is he?" Andy nodded.

"Cas and Anna are going after him, but Anna…she's…" Andy was near tears. "Help them. Please, will you help them." Dyson smirked.

"Help them kill that dick of an angel. Not a problem." Dyson took her back to Bobby's first, then she told him where they were. He gave her a smile and blinked out. Andy sighed and hopped Dyson would be enough to save Anna considering all the trouble he had been having with the big demons like Lilith and Yellow Eyes. She had to build up the courage to go and sit with Dean. He was bad. She had healed enough that he could breathe on his own, but he was still bad. Andy sat staring at him for a long time. She couldn't help thinking of Dean torturing Alistair, and the satisfaction she knew it must have brought Dean. As much as she knew Dean hated himself for what he had become in Hell, she also knew he still held a lot of rage in him. After a long time she began to feed as much healing energy into him as she could. She made sure he got through the night. She would make sure that her Dean would come back. She would make sure that the caring, protective, strong lover came home to her. When Dyson came back and told her Uriel was dead, and Anna was fine she breathed a bit easier.

Later, after she had gotten some sleep she was going back to Dean's room when she overheard him and Cas talking about the seals. Her heart broke when she heard that it was Dean giving in that had broken the first seal. It broke even more when she heard what Dean really thought of himself. Not strong enough. Not the man either John or apparently God wanted him to be. When Cas had left she wanted to let Dean have his privacy, but she knew she had to tell him what she had seen. When she sat in the chair next to his bed, her mouth wouldn't open. Not because she had decided to wait, but literally she couldn't open her mouth to say the words "Sam is drinking demon blood" it was impossible. She looked at Dean, frustrated.

"Andy? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Dean. I just don't like seeing you like this." Her voice cracked. Dean reached out to her and took her hand.

"Hey, you saved me. You did what the freaking Angels wouldn't." She smiled softly at him. Dean gently pulled at her hand. She leaned in and kissed him softly. "I'm so lucky to have you with me Andy."

"You know it." she said. She tried to tell him again. About Sam and the demon blood. But no matter how hard she tried, nothing would come out. It was then she began to get an inkling of what being the devils prophet might be like.