The Devil's Prophet

by LeadaAlexys

In a different universe, Sam and Dean were friends with a girl named Andy. She fell into their lives and changed the course of their story forever. AU. Dean/OC. Timeline - Starts shortly after Faith (S01-Ep12) and eventually will run through the end of the series (ie it's still a work in progress.) Please review!

6. It's Not Your Time

Chapter 5: It's Not Your Time

Andy had no idea where she was going to go. She just picked a road and drove. It took her about an hour before she realized that she was heading towards Harvelle's. It had been about a year since she had been back there, but it was the closest thing she had to a home base. She made her choice and pointed her tires in that direction.

Five hours later Andy was sitting outside the Roadhouse debating whether or not to go in. She knew she wasn't in a good place, and she knew both Ellen and Jo would probably be able to tell. She wasn't ready to give Ellen the story, but she did need a place to stay. Eventually, she sucked it up and pushed through the doors. It was a busy night, and no one spared her a glance as she walked in. Andy smiled at the familiar space. She sauntered over to the bar and sat down. The brown-haired woman behind the bar glanced over, a 'Be with you in a minute,' on her lips. When she saw who it was, she froze for a moment, then broke out into a large gin. Flinging the towel down she had been wiping her hands with Ellen came out from behind the bar and right to Andy. She wrapped the young women in her arms and squeezed her tight.

"Welcome home honey," Ellen said warmly. Andy's breath hitched in her chest, and she squeezed Ellen back a little tighter. Ellen pulled away and gave Andy a long look. "Dark and Stormy?"

Andy nodded gratefully while Ellen went back behind the bar. Andy had just got her drink when she felt a hand cuff her on the back of the head. She whirled around and came face to face with a blond-haired girl (woman), just passed her 21st birthday glared down at her, tray of glasses artfully balanced on her hand.

"So, where the hell have you been for the past year?" the blond asked hotly.

"Here and there," Andy replied with a sarcastic smirk. "How're you doin' Jo?"

Jo held on to her sour look for another moment, then she broke out into a smile and quickly put the tray down on the bar so she could wrap Andy in a hug of her own.

"You here for a hunt or just passing through?" Jo asked plopping herself down on the stool next to her.

"Honestly, I'm thinking about hanging around for a bit if it's ok with your mom," Andy said and glanced toward Ellen. A slight look of concern crossed the older woman's face, but it was gone quickly.

"You know you're always welcome to crash. As long as you need Andy," Ellen said. Andy nodded her thanks and took a drink.

Andy spent the next few months working at the Roadhouse and running jobs that Ellen or Ash dug up. It was almost surreal being on her own again. Even though she had only been with Sam and Dean for just over a month she had settled into the routine with them. Of being with Dean. It had been comfortable and easy. Now she felt like she was adrift again. Floating from place to place with no one to be accountable to other than herself. She knew better than to mention to Ellen who she had been running with for the past while, but it didn't keep Ellen from trying to find out.

She was taking care of a black dog in Iowa. Ash had put the pattern together and Andy had been more than happy to check it out. She had just gotten back to her motel after killing the thing when her phone rang. When she looked at the number her heart skipped a beat. The caller id read 'Sam'. She sighed heavily and flipped it open.

Hello?

Andy…it's Sam… She could hear the tears in his voice. Her heart lurched.

Sam? What's wrong?

It's Dean… She paused for a split second; she could feel panic rising in her.

What happened?

We…we had a run in with the demon. It tore Dean up pretty good and then one of them plowed a semi into us while we were driving to the hospital. She was shocked, she knew John had been close but not that close.

The demon. Like The Demon?

Yea, Dad tracked it down, but things got a bit rough. It got into him… it…it almost killed Dean. It got into John?

Shit Sam are you ok?

I'm fine but…Andy, Dad's unconscious…the doctors say he'll be ok but…Dean…Dean's in a coma, and they're not sure if he'll wake up.

… Her heart was pounding; she could hear blood rushing in her ears. She couldn't speak for a second.

Andy? You there?

Where are you?

Jefferson City.

Missouri?

Yea

I'll be there in a few hours.

M' scared Andy. The catch in his voice brought tears to her eyes.

I know kid. I'll be there soon.

She hung up. She stood perfectly still for a moment. Dean was dying. Her Dean was lying in some hospital dying. No matter what he had said or done, she still loved him, and she would do whatever she could to help him. Andy sank to the bed, head in hands and let the panic wash over her. Then she kicked herself into gear, loaded her bike, and pointed herself towards Jefferson.

Andy burst through the hospital doors and found the room Dean was in. She walked slowly in bracing herself for what she would see. He was hooked up to a ventilator and a monitor and a feeding tube. Andy's heart broke.

"Oh Dean," she mumbled walking forward. She stood there for a long moment just looking at him. "Damn it, Dean," she said her voice cracking "you are not allowed to leave now. I've got way too much to say to you and I'm not saying it until you open your eyes. You hear me Dean? You've gotta fight." Tears streamed down her face. She reached out and touching his hand lightly. When she did vision hit her like a sack of bricks.

John.

A man with yellow eyes.

"I will give you the colt and the bullets, but you have to help Dean."

"You still need to sweeten the pot."

John looking at someone laying the gun on a hospital bed.

"Ok."

Andy gasped as the vision let her go and tried to make sense of what she had just seen. Something was very, very wrong here. What the hell is John up to? She thought. She turned to leave. To see if she could find Sam or John and get them to explain what was going on and saw…Dean standing in the doorway. He was staring at her, and she stared back. She glanced back at the bed just to make sure Dean was still there. Then she looked back at the Dean in the doorway.

"Can you see me?" he said quietly. Andy nodded, and Dean slowly moved forward. "How can you see me?" Andy shook her head speechless. She figured it had something to do with her Seidr, and the fact that she was in love with Dean, and therefore super sensitive to his soul.

"Well, that's mildly creepy," Dean muttered.

Andy shrugged again.

"Apparently creepy is what I'm good at." She said finally finding her voice.

Suddenly Sam appeared in the doorway as well. She looked up at him. His face was bruised and cut up and his eyes were deep in pain. Without a word he walked in and engulfed Andy in a hug.

"Hey kid," she said softly. He pulled away and looked down at her.

"So, can you help him?" Andy looked over her shoulder at Dean's spirit. He was looking at them anxiously. She looked back up at Sam her eyes glistening, and she shook her head. Sam sagged in on himself. "What? Why not?" Dean demanded.

"I'm so sorry Sam. I can try, but I don't...I don't know if it will do any good," she said her voice breaking. He nodded his face a mask of fierceness.

"It's ok Andy, at least you're here for him. I know…I know you didn't leave for nothing…but it's good that you're here for him." Andy nodded glancing at Dean. There was an awkward moment while Andy thought of the last time she had seen Sam and Dean. She looked at Dean slightly embarrassed. She hopped he hadn't been there when she was pouring her little heart out. She figured now was not really the best time to bring it up.

"How's your dad?"

"He's still unconscious," Sam said not taking his eyes off Dean. Just then a doctor came in and told Sam that John was awake.

"Oh, thank god," Andy heard Dean say relief in his voice.

"What about my brother?" The doctor hesitated, looking at Andy. Sam glanced at her. "Oh, this is our cousin Andy. She can hear everything." The lie was smooth, and the doctor didn't bat an eye. He nodded and rattled off Dean's injuries. Andy froze when she heard it all. What the hell had that demon done to them?

"Your brother is fighting very hard, but you need to have realistic expectations." Sam was quiet.

"Thanks Doc," Andy said and put a hand on Sam. He looked like a lost puppy. She looked around for Dean but she didn't see him, which worried her.

"We should go see your dad," Andy said gently. Sam nodded and they left Dean. John was sitting up in his hospital bed looking grumpy as usual.

"Have you seen him?" he asked hard eyes fixed on his son. Sam nodded. He moved aside and John caught sight of Andy who smiled softly at him.

"Hey John," she said. He stared at her.

"Andy? What are you doing here?"

"Sam called me. I came to help," John looked confused for a second, then realization dawned, and his face changed dramatically.

"Can you?" he said. The desperation in his voice cut deep into Andy. She shook her head and John's face fell. Andy saw Dean come in. They briefly made eye contact, but Dean shook his head and Andy looked away.

"Did the doctor say anything else about Dean?" John asked as Sam took a seat next to the bed. Sam shook his head.

"Nothin', but if the doctors won't do anything we'll find something else," Sam said firmly. Andy swallowed as a stab of guilt went through her and she glanced at Dean. She mumbled something about getting a coffee and made a hasty exit from the room.

A few minutes later she met Sam heading out of John's room.

"I'm going to meet up with Bobby. He's going to tow the Impala back to his place," Sam said. Andy nodded. She noticed the paper in Sam's hand.

"What's that?"

"A list of things Dad wants Bobby to get for him, for protection." Andy nodded again and put a hand on Sam's arm.

"I'll stick around. Keep an eye on these two." She said it with as reassuring as a smile as she could. Sam gave her a quick hug and headed out. Andy sighed. She knew John was up to something. She had seen some of the ingredients on John's list. They weren't for warding; they were for summoning. She stepped into John's room and glanced around for Dean. She didn't see him at the moment. She took a chair next to the bed and leveled a look at the man in it.

"John?" she said quietly. He was pointedly not looking at her. "John, I know you're planning something. What is it?" Silence. She sighed "You're going to give yourself up aren't you?" That got a reaction. John looked at Andy shocked then grim.

"I hate how good you are at that," he said dead pan.

"You live for eight centuries you learn to pick things up," she said sighing and sitting on his bed. "John you can't do this,"

"The hell I can't,"

"John, think what it will do to them if you do this,"

"And what will happen to Dean if I don't,"

"John…"

"Andy, I can't watch my son die."

"So, you're going to make them watch you die? John I can try to help Dean but -"

"Andy…I'm already dying," Andy stopped mid retort. "What?"

"I'm already dying Andy. Cancer. I would only be around for about another six months anyway. This is the only thing I can do for Dean." Andy was speechless and helpless and grateful that Dean was nowhere to be seen. She nodded. She took John's hand and squeezed. "Promise me something Andy?" She nodded again and winced at the crack in his voice. "Don't tell them," he looked her directly in the eyes. Andy swallowed hard.

"I won't," said quietly "I promise."

She went back to Dean's room. No matter how many times she saw him her heart broke every time she walked in. He looked so vulnerable, and she could do nothing substantial. She sat on his bed and took his hand. Suddenly she could see Dean leaning against the wall by his bed. His sudden appearance made her jump.

"Shit Dean don't do that,"

"Do what?" he said roughly. Andy looked him over. His face was grim.

"Never mind," She was quiet for a moment. "Listen Dean, I just want to say I'm sorry for what happened between us. I really wish it hadn't gone like that." Dean said nothing. Andy waited for something. Anything. "Ok…" she said quietly. She got up to leave. Just before she was out the door.

"Andy?" the tone in Dean's voice shot a twinge through Andy. She turned to him and was amazed to see tears in his eyes. "Thanks for being here," he said quietly. Andy wished she could hug him. She ached to feel his arms around her. She settled with a smile.

"You're welcome sweetheart." Suddenly Dean perked up.

"What the - " he muttered walked out of the room.

"Dean?" But he was already gone. "That was odd." She looked back at Dean's body. She suddenly decided she couldn't sit by and do nothing. She knew the risks to herself, and if she went slowly enough, maybe she could heal Dean to a point where he wasn't in danger anymore and his spirit would just…go back into his body. It was something worth trying, and she was willing to accept the risks. She took Dean's hand and started feeding a slow trickle of healing energy into him focusing on speeding up as much of his bodies natural healing as she could. She stopped at the first sign of light headedness she felt. Frustrated, she got up and grabbed a crappy bite to eat in the hospital café, then went back to Dean. She curled up in a chair and fell asleep.

Andy was with John when Sam made it back from Bobby's. Andy could feel the tension pouring out of Sam.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" John played dumb. "That stuff from Bobby you don't use it ward off a demon you use it to summon one." At that Andy took her cue to go back and sit with Dean for a bit. Sam and John loved to butt heads and she could feel a good one coming on. She was sitting holding Dean's hand when suddenly an alarm went off on one of his machines. Her heart began pounding fast, fear gripping her. Suddenly there were nurses everywhere. Dean was crashing, and there was nothing she could do. Sam appeared behind her. She turned to him tears in her eyes. They watched as the hospital staff worked on Dean. Then she saw him. He looked fuzzy, out of focus. Then he shouted something. All Andy could make out was "get back!" then nothing. He was gone. She swallowed hard. But then his heart started beating again and both Andy and Sam exhaled with relief. After that episode Andy could hardly bear to be out of Dean's room. She couldn't see him anymore and that worried her. But she still felt like Dean was still around. She fed some more healing energy into him. She knew she would never be able to get rid of his edema, but she could do her best with the other stuff. When she had done what she could, at least what her body would let her, she curled up in the chair in his room and fell asleep. She woke up to Sam walking in carrying a bag.

"Hey kid, what have got there?" she said sleepily.

"Andy Dean his here, I mean his spirit is here!" Andy looked at Sam and what he was pulling out of the bag. It was a Ouija board. She sighed.

"I know Sam," she said.

Sam looked at her sharply.

"What do you mean you know?"

"You're right Dean's spirit is around. I saw him just after I got here."

"You saw him?" Sam asked shocked. Andy nodded. "How?"

"I'm not really sure, It could be a part of my vison thing, I don't know." Andy rubbed a hand across her forehead, she could feel a headache building. Sam nodded. "But I lost track of him. I'm not sure if he's gone or I just lost contact."

"Well then let's give this a try," Sam said and sat down on the floor. Andy rolled her eyes.

"Ok Sam, whatever you like," Andy went over to Dean's body and touched his hand affectionately. She felt something almost a small shock.

"God I feel like I'm at a slumber party," And there was Dean, sitting on the floor across from Sam. Andy let out a small gasp. Sam didn't notice. Dean was too focused on trying to move the planchette, so he didn't notice either. Andy wanted to cry again. Seeing someone she loved as a spirit was wrenching. She watched as Dean talked to Sam and how he was seeing a reaper that was after him.

"I'm screwed Sam,"

'No, you're not' Andy said under her breath. Dean must have heard her or heard something because he looked up and their eyes met.

'Don't give up,' Andy mouthed to him. Dean gave her a thankful look and nodded. Andy moved her hand, and lost sight of Dean again. She sighed.

"No…No, there's got to be a way…Dad'll know what to do." Sam walked out in something of a trance and headed to his Dad's room. Andy took Dean's hand again.

"Dean?"

"Andy, there's a reaper after me,"

"I know Dean, that's why I can't just heal you myself, if your spirit is out of your body there's not much I can do for you." Her voice stuck in her throat, and she couldn't keep the tears from her eyes.

"Thanks for trying Andy."

Sam came back with his dad's journal. Sam was looking at the notes on reapers.

"Son of a bitch," Dean said and he walked out. Andy watched him go and felt a pit in her stomach grow tenfold.

Sam and Andy stayed with Dean. Sam was combing through his dad's journal, while Andy kept feeding Dean energy. She gave him as much of her energy as she could. She managed to heal all his internal lacerations, but she couldn't do anything about his edema. She was too drained. Sam happened to glance at her just as she let go.

"Andy? Are you ok?" She blinked at him a few times.

"Yea, I'm fine Sam," she said as evenly as she could. Sam looked at her suspiciously but said nothing. They waited for anything to change. Minutes dragged on and on. Andy was just nodding off in the chair when suddenly Dean gasped opened his eyes and choked on his ventilator. Both she and Sam stood dumbfounded for a second, then Sam yelled for help. Andy stared. She slipped into her healing sight. All of Dean's injuries were gone. She knew then. This was not from her efforts. John had made his deal.

Dean had completely recovered and couldn't remember how he had dodged his reaper. Sam was amazed. Andy tried to keep the fact that she knew what was coming. When she saw John coming she caught his eye. He nodded almost imperceptivity. Andy looked at Dean and smiled. She gave his hand a friendly squeeze and then got up.

"I'll leave you boys alone," she said and went to wait in John's room. He may have been a crazy obsessed bastard, but there was no way she was letting her friend die alone. When he came in he wasn't surprised to see her sitting on his bed.

"You know you can't stay here,"

"I know, but I'll be here as long as I can,"

"You'll take care of them won't you?"

"As much as I can. Although they take pretty good care of themselves."

"It's the pretty that scares me," Andy chuckled.

"I know."

"Andy?"

"Yea?"

"Thank you,"

"For what?"

"For falling into our lives. You've done so much for us, and we're all better for it." Andy's eyes pricked. She stood and hugged John hard. He hugged her back. Suddenly John stiffened. Andy's heart began to pound. He let her go. She turned around. A man with yellow eyes was on the other side of the bed. John looked at Andy. In spite of herself Andy held onto him. John took her hand off his arm. He gave her a watery smile. Andy swallowed hard and glanced at the man. John turned to him and pulled out the colt laying it on the table.

"Ok," he said. The man smiled wide, and John went limp. Andy slowly lowered John to the floor tears streaming down her cheeks. She checked around to see if anyone was there and she left. She walked down the hall to the vending machines. She ran into Sam with a cup of coffee going back towards Dean's room. He looked at her.

"Andy? Are you ok?" he asked concerned. Andy swiped at the tears and nodded.

"Yea, just a bit emotional. I'm fine," she said and waved a hand at Sam. She tried to act as normal as possible and walked with him. When they got to John's room her heart was pounding again. Sam glanced over and stopped dead.

"Dad?" he said quietly. He dropped the coffee and sprinted into the room and yelled for help. Andy just stood there, watching Sam break. The hospital staff tried to revive him, but she knew he was long gone. Sam had run to get Dean when the hospital staff had showed up. There they were. Her family in this world, breaking apart at the seams.

The rest of the day was a blur to Andy. She wanted to help. To be there for her family. But what she found was she was afraid. She couldn't face them. She had known it was coming. She was there when it happened. She couldn't look them in the eyes. She did as much as she could on the periphery and tried to tell herself that she was giving the boys space. And there it was. She had officially become a Winchester; she was now a big fat liar. Once they had cremated the body, given John a hunter's funeral, they all made it back to Bobby's. The first day there was rough. Sam was a mess, and Dean buried himself behind a wall and under his car. He was acting like he was fine. Stoic and sarcastic. But Andy knew he was hurting. She also knew there was nothing that could get him to open up. She kept herself occupied by tuning up her bike. It was nice to be surrounded by spare parts and tools she could have killed for. She worked next to Dean while he rebuilt the Impala from the ground up. She tried talking to him, but mostly all she would get is one-word answers or silence. Apparently Dean hit a point around day two. Andy had just asked him something simple. She couldn't even remember what it was. Dean rolled out from under the Impala and looked over at her.

"Andy, just give it up," he said coolly and slid back under the Impala. Andy's heart shot adrenaline through her. She was frozen where she was crouching next to her bike. Furry boiled in her for a second.

"Something you want to say to me Dean?" she asked callously.

"Not particularly," he said, voice muffled under the car. Andy rose slowly, walked carefully over to the garage creeper, and dragged Dean out from under the car.

"What the hell!?" He exclaimed.

"Dean will you please just talk to me?" Andy asked earnestly as Dean sat up.

"What do you want me to say Andy?" he almost shouted.

"I don't know!" Andy said, her voice rising with emotion. "I know you're hurting, and I want to help."

"I don't need help," Dean answered turning away from her.

"Don't you?" Andy asked pulling Dean back to face her. "Because from where I'm sitting Dean, you need help. Something is eating at you and it's going to kill you if you let it. Why do you think Sam keeps asking if you're ok? Why do you think Bobby hovers wondering if you need anything? Why do you think I'm here?"

Dean looked at her hard.

"I don't know Andy, why are you here?" He asked with a sarcastic cock to his head. Andy stepped back from Dean like she had been slapped. "No really, I want to know. Why are you here?"

She was silent for a moment as she stared at him. She was so shocked that he would ask that, angry or not.

"You really want to know?" she said quietly. "You really don't know?"

"No Andy, enlighten me," said Dean.

"Because you are my family Dean. You and Sam and John are my family, and… and I love you." It was the first time she had said it to him out loud. She loved Dean. She was in love with Dean. She hated that this was the way it had come out, but it was out there now, and she couldn't take it back. Tears were in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. "I lost him too and I'm hurting. Sam is hurting. Dean you're allowed to hurt. You're allowed to be hurt. Why won't you let yourself feel it?"

"Obviously I need to cry on your shoulder, bear my soul and tell you I love you. Is that what you want to hear?" That did it. Hearing him say it back with no feeling. Nearly a jibe, a joke, whittled to a needle with only the intent to hurt. Andy lashed out and punched Dean in the jaw.

"No Dean! That is not what I want to hear! I want to hear you being honest for once! Not only with me and Sam but with yourself!" Andy was shouting now. Not able to contain her grief and anger. "I'm not going to stick around if you're just going to sit here pretending like nothing happened to you."

Dean slowly turned his face back to her.

"If you want to leave Andy no one is stopping you." Dean said quietly, slowly. Andy let out a frustrated sound that sounded more like a sob than anything else.

"I don't want to leave Dean, but I can't watch this anymore. I can't. I have seen too much of this shit. Too much." Andy's throat closed.

A flash of memory.

Blood.

Rain.

Death.

A man not letting himself feel.

"I can't do it anymore," she said quietly.

"Then just do what you said Andy. Leave." Dean was completely cold, and it scared Andy. She blinked.

"Is that what you want? You want me to leave?" she asked, her voice thick.

Dean was quiet for a moment.

"Yes. I want you to leave, as I recall 'you know when you're not wanted.'" he wasn't looking at Andy, but she could tell how serious he was. He was close to breaking, which oddly was what she had been trying to achieve, but it really had not gone the way she had wanted. She stood quietly for a moment watching Dean being busy choosing a new wrench. Without another word she turned and went into the house. She grabbed her saddle bags, jacket and helmet. Sam looked up from the book he was reading.

"Andy?" he said her name like a question. "What's going on?" he stood up when he saw the expression on her face. Andy considered not answering and just walking out the door. But she had done that to Sam before, and it had been unkind. So, she turned to him and couldn't keep the crack of emotion out of her voice.

"Promise me something Sam?" She said carefully. Sam walked over to her and reached out. Worry etching his face.

"Ok, Andy, what's wrong?"

"Promise you will get Dean to deal, or at least admit he's not ok? Do that for me?" She smiled at Sam. Then stood on tip toe and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you Sammy." He reached out and caught her arm.

"Andy, what the hell is going on? Talk to me," Andy swallowed past the tears that were threatening to consume her and got up the courage to look at Sam. With his sweet hazel puppy dog eyes.

"Dean has made it pretty clear he doesn't want me here, and I don't stay where I'm not wanted." She managed to get her arm out of Sam's grip. She turned her back on him and walked out the door. She went straight past the car which Dean was back under and took her bike of the stand. She didn't say a word as she mounted it, or when Dean rolled out from under the Impala. She revved her bike and sped away. She didn't look back once. If she had she might have seen Dean pitching a wrench across the yard and throwing a punch at the wall. It only took a mile or two before the tears made her pull over.