Chapter 14: Luci's Home

Dyson couldn't find Dean. They had been looking for hours. He and Andy were in the middle of nowhere and Dyson couldn't get a read on where Dean was.

"He can't be nowhere!" Andy said frustrated.

"I know that Andrea, but I can't find him. Maybe he's not on this plain. If Zachariah has him he could be in heaven for all we know." Dyson said coolly. Andy sighed and nodded.

"You're right. But what the hell are we supposed to do? We can't get to Dean, we have no idea where Sam is right now…I don't know what to do." her tone had changed from frustrated to hopeless. Dyson looked at Andy with sympathy. It had been a long time since he'd seen her this anxious. Suddenly she looked up at him. There was a gleam in her eyes that suggested she had a plan.

"Castiel?" She said quietly. Andy was praying. "Castiel, I know you don't think much of me, but I love those boys and all I want is for them to be safe." She waited for a moment. Nothing happened. "Come on Castiel, I know everything. I know the angels want the apocalypse , I know Lilith is the final seal. I know what Sam is heading towards. Let me help them." Nothing. "Please…they're going to die. I can't…I can't let that happen." Tears were making her voice thick. There was a light displacement of air. Andy turned around, and there he was. By some miracle Castiel had come.

"What do you want?" he said roughly.

"I want you to help them. Don't let this happen."

"I can't stop it. Why do you want to? You're-"

"The Devil's Prophet I know. But that doesn't mean I work for him, or want him walking around. I don't know why I see what I see. Obviously here it's more than just my ability, but I am not an enemy in this fight. So please, help me help them." Cas looked at her hard. She hoped she was getting through somewhere. "I know you care about Dean at least. If Sam goes through with this it will kill him, and that will kill Dean. Please, don't do it for me, do it for him."Cas looked long and hard at Andy, then nodded and vanished.

"Well that was…different." Dyson said.

"No kidding, I just hope he can get Dean out."

"What should we do?" Andy shrugged, but then she gasped.

"Chuck!"

"What about Chuck?"

"We need to go see Chuck! He can tell us where Sam is!"

"Well why didn't we think of that before?" Dyson grabbed Andy and they were gone.

Apparently Dean and Cas had the same idea. Not long after Andy and Dyson showed up there, Dean and Castiel did as well.

"You all are not supposed to be here. You aren't in this story."

"Well, we're making it up as we go." said Cas. Andy and Dean exchanged looks. Suddenly there was a high pitched humming and everything started to shake.

"It's the archangel." Cas shouted over the noise. "I'll hold them off. Just stop Sam!" He reached out and touched Dean, who vanished. Andy grabbed onto Dyson, who quickly followed. They went in together, ready for hell. But they were too late. No matter how hard they beat on the door even with Dyson and all his strength, Ruby had too much hold over Sam.

"You opened the door. And now he's free at last." Ruby said quietly. Sam's face was stricken. "It is written that the first demon will be the last seal. You bust her open, now guess who's coming to dinner."

"Oh my God," Sam breathed. Andy could hear Ruby gloating.

"Guess again."

"It always had to be you Sammy." The moment she heard those words a vision so intense knocked her off her feet. Sam, Lucifer, Dean, Michael, death match, planet burned to ash. When she came to a few seconds later Dean was looking at her fear etched on his face. Andy blinked at him.

"Get that door open now!" she shouted and leapt towards it with all her furry. These angel bastards were not going to take her boys away. They broke through. There was Ruby all joy and rapture.

"You're too late."

"I don't care," Dean growled as Sam grabbed her arms behind her and Dean brought the knife home. Sam looked at all of them in turn, tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," was all he could get out. That was when the light started to blaze through the portal.

"We need to go now!" Dean said.

"Dean, it's too late. He's coming," Sam grabbed on to his brother. Andy held on to Dyson, and they waited of the inevitable.

When Andy woke up she was flat on her back in someone's yard. She sat up fast, and regretted it instantly. Her head spun violently. Son of a bitch. She blinked a few times trying to clear her head. She looked around. She was…wait she was at Chuck's house. How the hell did she get there. She picked herself up slowly. Everything was stiff, and she was freezing. She took a deep breath and made her way to Chuck's front door. She knocked, noticing the door was open she pushed inside.

"Chuck?" she looked around the chaos that had become his house. Blood and tissue were everywhere. Poor Cas. "Chuck it's Andy are you here?" she heard a clatter from the kitchen. She moved cautiously toward the room.

"Andy?" came the soft voice and Chuck's head appeared around the door.

"Nice to see you."

"I can't believe you're ok!" Chuck said in a rush.

"You and me both." Andy staggered slightly. She was still dizzy. Chuck moved to her.

"You're not ok."

"I'm alive. Does that count?" and she blacked out. It only took her an hour or so to recover. She had images floating around in her head. Wings, bright light, twisted faces, and blood. She shoved it all aside and tried to reach someone. After not hearing from any of the boys she started to panic. When Sam and Dean showed up at Chuck's she was downright giddy. When he saw her Dean swept her into a rib creaking hug.

"God, you're here. We thought you were dead."

"I thought I was too." Sam came over to her slowly, eyes downcast. Andy walked right into him and wrapped her arms around him. Sam relaxed into her and held her tight.

"Where's Dyson?" he asked. Andy blanched. She looked up at Sam, then over to Dean eyes wide.

"I thought he'd be with you." Dean hung his head and shook it.

"Figures. Cas is dead, Dyson is in the wind. Things couldn't get worse." Andy's heart ached. Sam still had an arm around her. She suddenly felt him tremble. She looked up at him concerned. He glanced down and shook his head slightly. She slipped carefully into her healers sight and looked him over. Nothing broken, no infection. His heart rate was up. Really up…Oh shit, he's in withdrawal. Andy swallowed. This was one thing they really didn't need.

"Oh crap," Chuck said quietly. Then Andy sensed it too. Then the angel dicks showed up. It was very satisfying to watch Dean blow them away.

"Ok, we need to get gone for a while." Andy nodded.

"I think I should head to Bobby's, maybe do some research." she said. Dean looked slightly pained, but he nodded.

"Ok, we'll find a place to hold up for a while." Dean started toward the car.

"Sam?" Andy put an hand on his arm. "I know what's happening to you." He looked at her stricken. "I know you don't want Dean to know. So let me help you."

"How can you help me?"

"Sam, just trust me and let me help you." Andy stretched out a hand to him. He looked at her suspiciously, but he put his hand in hers. Andy closed her eye and transferred Sam's withdrawal symptoms into herself. She swayed slightly. Sam caught her.

"Andy, did you just do something stupid?" He asked looking at her hard.

"Probably, but it's too late now," she said with a sneaky smile. Sam sighed.

"Take care of yourself Andy."

"You too Sam. And try and give Dean a break. He'll probably be a bit rough around the edges for a while."

"Yea, I'll try my best."

"Good. Love you Sammy."

"Love you too." When the boys were gone, Andy waited until that night to shift to her cougar form and find her motorcycle. She was already beginning to feel the effects of the withdrawal, but she made it to her bike and to a more or less decent motel to ride it out. When she got there she knew this shit was going to get so much worse.

After uncontrollable shaking, a spiking fever, hallucinations, spending a few nights next to the toilet chucking her guts, the sensation of boiling blood, Andy decided taking Sam's withdrawal away had been a bad idea. Although there were no creepy demon things happening to her, detox-ing was not something she had wanted to experience again. It had been a few hundred years since the last time, and she had forgotten what it really felt like. What made it worse were the visions she kept getting. Bobby possessed by a demon, managing not to kill Dean but stabbing himself in the process. Zachariah telling Dean he's the true vessel of Michael. She couldn't tell whether it was happening while she saw, or it was something to come. She heard her phone ring a few times, but she was too preoccupied with trying not to die. It took three solid days for her to come down from the worst of it. She still had the shakes, still had a fever, but she felt more herself and not like she was going to die. As it happened that was the day Dean found her. He burst through her door gun raised ready for anything. Andy was sitting on her bed listening to music and nearly jumped out of her skin. When Dean caught a glance of her he did a double take. When he figured out that it was actually Andy he was looking at his face went stricken.

"Andy?"

"Dean. What the h-hell?" He strode to her and hugged her hard.

"What happened to you? You didn't show up at Bobby's, I thought…god I don't know what I thought. Dyson and I have been freaking out. Oh yea Dyson's at Bobby's. He's fine…more or less. He had a building dropped on him but he's ok." Dean was babbling, his relief making him giddy. He pulled away and smiled at her. It was then that he took in her pale drawn face, and felt the shivers wracking her body. His eyes tightened with concern. "What's wrong?" he said all the previous happiness gone. He touched her face, then palmed her forehead when he felt the heat. "Christ, you're burning up." Andy pulled away from him. Of all things why couldn't she have see this.

"It's nothing Dean. I'm fine."

"You are so obviously not fine!"

"Dean!" Andy said sharply, back turned to him. "I need you to drop this. Right now." She looked over her shoulder and saw he was about to voice a retort. "No!" she said wheeling back to face him. "You need to drop this. I'll be fine and you have bigger shit to deal with." His mouth snapped shut. The excitement was proving a bit too much for Andy. She swayed, managed to grab on to the bedside table and slowly sunk to the floor. Dean carefully knelt in front of her and took one of her shaking hands.

"Andy," she shook her head. "Andy look at me, please." That damn please will be the death of me one day. She looked at him. His eyes were glistening. "I promise I won't ask about this. But I need to ask you something else. We need you. Sam, Bobby, Dyson, me, we all need you now. Will you be there for us?" Andy smiled at Dean. She raised his hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to it.

"You know I'll always be there when you need me."

It only took one more good night sleep for Andy to be strong enough to ride her motorcycle to a place she could park it safely. Once that was done she climbed in the Impala with Dean. He filled her in with what had been happening. How Bobby had been possessed and was told to kill Dean. Then through is own will power he managed to take back control long enough to avoid killing Dean, but wounded himself in the process. Not only that, Meg was back in town, and by some miracle literally, Cas was alive and looking for God. Andy sat quietly processing everything. Dean was quite too. She kept waiting for him to tell her about the Michael sword. But he said nothing. Finally she decided she had to say something.

"Dean, I know what the angels told you." He looked at her a bit shocked, then he understood.

"Yea, well, they can bite me." Andy smiled at that. That was the Dean she knew and loved. She glanced at him, and saw his serious stoic mask was firmly in place. She put a hand comfortingly on his leg.

"You know we'll figure this out Dean. It'll all work out." He smiled at her, but it didn't reach his eyes. Dean took her to the hospital where Bobby was. When Sam saw her he went white. Andy had hoped she would be looking better by now, but apparently she wasn't. Sam glanced at Dean and back to her questioning. She shook her head. Dyson came over to her and hugged her gently. He didn't say anything, but Andy knew he was bursting with questions. When she saw Bobby in the wheel chair she fought back tears. She had every intention of healing him up the moment she was strong enough. When Bobby got the call from Rufus, she wanted to go with the boys but all three of her boys wouldn't hear it. When Dean called and said they had run into Ellen and Jo, Andy felt a pang. She hadn't spoken to them in almost a year. She called Ellen right then and had a good chewing out which boiled down to a promise to call more often and to visit some time soon. By that point Andy and Dyson had taken Bobby home. Andy was ready to start working on him. It was a slow process, but she got him walking within the week.