Chapter 12: Writers are Nuts

Andy did her best to take short cuts. She talked to Bobby, told him if Dean ever started whining about destiny, or some crap like that to give him a swift kick in the teeth. She told Dyson that if Sam went off the rails to keep a very close eye on him. She tried to tell Dean not to trust the angels, even Castiel. In spite of all she tried to tell everyone, things kept going awry. She saw what Zachariah was going to do to the boys. She saw how much of a dick, and a pain in the ass he was going to be. And then there was Chuck.

"What do you mean your lives are books?" Andy said into her cell phone utterly confused.

"Exactly what I said. Some guy named Carver Edlund wrote these books that are our lives."

"Well…how is that possible?"

"Don't know, that's what we want to find out."

"Do you want me to come down?"

"No, at least not yet. I'll call you later."

"Ok, be safe."

Andy was curious so she went searching for these books. When she found them she went down to the library and checked a few out. It was a very strange experience not only reading about herself, but also about the stuff she hadn't known. The time before she had reconnected with the boys. What they had been doing while she wasn't around. It wasn't until she was blinded by a vision of a scruffy looking man in a ratty bathrobe and Castiel telling Sam and Dean that he was a prophet of the lord, and Lilith had Sam locked in a room with him that Andy the decision to get there as fast as superhumanly possible.

"Sam tossed his enormous darks into the dryer. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck. About whether he was telling the whole truth." Dean chuckled and kept reading. Sam grumbled and continued doing laundry. Suddenly Dean's voice stopped. Then a quiet "Oh shit," Sam turned to him. Dean was standing staring at the door to the Laundromat. Andy was standing in the doorway. She walked slowly, deliberately toward the boys. Dean glanced down at the pages to see what was coming. He knew the look on Andy's face wasn't really a good one. She walked right up to Dean and stood staring at him.

"I should smack you into next week. Both of you!" Sam glanced between them.

"Why?" he asked hesitantly. She took a frustrated breath.

"You nearly died from heart damage and you don't think to call me?"

"Seriously! Andy that was four years ago." Dean said.

"I don't care. I had to find out by reading a book. You should have had the decency to tell me, seeing as only a few days later you find me."

"Andy, I'm sorry we hadn't seen you for years."

"Sam called everyone in John's journal but me. Why?"

"I'm sorry Andy…I…" Sam swallowed and looked between his brother and Andy again "I didn't want to worry you. We didn't know about…you know…your stuff then and I knew you would freak out if you thought Dean was dying and I didn't want to put any more stress on him than he already had." Andy sighed. She saw what Sam meant, and in a way she was grateful.

"Ok, I accept your apology. Now, let's figure out this Chuck stuff shall we?"

It wasn't long after that Chuck called them up. He was shaken about something he had seen, Andy could tell. When she heard him tell the boys about Lilith and Sam, she had a sick feeling that something was very wrong.

"Come on guys. Lilith and me in bed?" Sam said incredulously. "It's just not going to happen."

"Sam…" Andy started, but Dean cut her off.

"How does this psychic thing of your work?" he asked Chuck.

"You mean my process?" Chuck said. Andy rolled her eyes. Writers, oye. Then she had a flash…just a blurb of information lancing into her brain. She looked at Chuck. You have got to be kidding. Chuck was not what you might expect out of a prophet. It was hard enough for her being a prophet in this world, and she had been dealing with visions for centuries. She guessed she had to cut Chuck some slack for not knowing what he was. Then she tried to tell the boys. But nothing came out. Andy rolled her eyes again and sighed. When Chuck gave them the pages and Dean decided it was time for them to bail, Andy knew they wouldn't make it out. She was right. The bridge was out and they couldn't leave.

Watching Sam and Dean trying not to fight was an interesting experiment. They really sucked at it. While Dean went to park the car Andy decided to try meditating for a while. She hadn't done it in a long time. When she meditated, her visions usually became clearer, and more in depth. She hoped she could find something that could help them. Even if she couldn't talk about it, maybe there was something she could do. It took a little while, but when she saw Castiel pop up she decided it was time to pay Chuck a visit.

As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass.

Andy went back to Chuck's place. When he opened the door he sighed in resignation.

"Hey Andy." She nodded and pushed passed him into the house.

"We need to talk." Andy sighed.

"Ok, what about?"

"About Sam. Do you know?"

"Do I know…"

"Do you know about…" she knew she wouldn't be able to say it. "Sam's problem?"

"Oh the demon blood thing?"

"Yea that. How much do you know?"

"What do you mean?" Andy sighed, she really wanted to know if this guy sees what she sees maybe he could warn the boys.

"I mean, all the crap with Lilith, the seals all that."

"How do you know all of this?"

"I'm a prophet too idiot. I thought you knew that." Chuck looked puzzled.

"You didn't know that?" Andy said cocking an eyebrow at Chuck. He shook his head.

"You have always been a vague character in my head. Kinda fuzzy."

"So that's why you aren't as good with me in the books. Huh, weird. All well I'm a prophet, I see stuff too. You have to warn them about Lilith."

"What about her?" Andy was getting frustrated.

"That they have to kill her now or not at all!"

"Why?" Andy's eyes popped wide. He doesn't know.

"Fuck, I thought you knew."

"Knew what? This is all very cryptic and it's making me nervous."

"I thought you knew that Lilith can't die…because she's the final seal." Andy stood up from the shock. "I've never been able to say that before. Killing Lilith is what will break Lucifer free. Oh my God. I can say it."

"Hold on what? Lilith is the final seal?"

"Yes! We need to kill her tonight if we can!"

"What how? Why? You just said…"

"If we kill her tonight it's all over. She needs to die at the right time when all the other seals are broken. If we can do it now it can't happen." Andy was excited now. "We need to tell them." Andy pulled out her phone and dialed Dean. But when she tried to tell him the plan, the usual block was up and she couldn't get the words out. She held the phone out to Chuck. "You need to tell him, I can't." But Chuck couldn't either. They were both stuck.

"So I can talk to you about it, and you can talk to me about it…"

"But we can't talk to anyone else."

"Well this is a problem."

"We still need to kill Lilith tonight. Only problem is we don't know how…" Suddenly Andy was blinded. Dean at the motel praying for help. Cas hinting at him about using Chuck. And something else. Something more dark and sinister than she ever thought possible. "Shit." Andy sighed, sitting heavily on a nearby chair. "It's not going to happen."

"What do you mean?"

"They're going to use you as bait." She said rubbing her tiered eyes. Chuck's face fell. Andy looked up at him. "Don't worry you have an Arch angel watching over you. You'll be safe. But Lilith is going to go free."

"Why?"

"Because that's what the angels want." There was a long pause.

"What?"

"The angels want the apocalypse. I've seen it."

They missed the chance to kill her. In some ways, part of Andy wished Sam had taken the deal. Lilith was trying to tell them what she was.

"Killed off right before the good part starts." But she knew Sam would never sacrifice his brother, and he was to bent on revenge. Sam tried his best to kill her though. He had the knife ready and waiting. Dean managed to show up at the right time to keep Sam from being killed. He brought Chuck and an Arch angel rained down righteous wrath and Lilith got away. They left after that. After a few hours Chuck called Andy. He was whispering.

Andy?

Chuck? What's going on?

I saw it…I saw it all…

Really…

Yea…Sam…

I know. We just have to do our best ok. You write Chuck. Write your books and I'll do what I can.

Ok…good luck Andy.

You too Chuck.