Notes: To those who actually read this regularly sorry this update took so long, life got in the way. Thanks for reading!
Bobby had been sneaky about it. While Andy was taking care of the boys he had made a deal with Crowley. Now they knew where Death was going to be. No one was impressed. When Andy woke up the next day she agreed with the common consensus.
"Damn it Bobby." Andy said quietly. He just shrugged.
"Seems silly to get precious over one little soul when the world is going to end." he said. In spite of the disapproval they all knew it was their best shot. When Crowley came up with the stuff about the swine flu vaccine, it was just one more thing to add to the pile. Simultaneous country wide distribution of croatoan virus.
"Alright, we need a plan of attack here. This is getting ridiculous." Andy said getting up to pace. She stumbled slightly. She was still a bit weak on her feet from healing Dean. He was right there by her side with a hand at her elbow. She let him steady her, but then she walked away from him. "I mean, we have to deal with Death somehow, and get his ring. We have to try halt a country wide outbreak scenario and figure out how to get the Devil back in his box. How are we supposed to do this?"
"Well you know, I could just go talk to Death." Dyson said offhand. Andy sighed and looked at him sideway.
"Really? You don't think he's pissed off at you enough? No way."
"Why not? I'm the one who's actually met him before, maybe I can just ask him for his ring."
"Are you nuts?" Andy shouted.
"You know he has a point." Dean cut in. Andy whirled on him.
"Are you kidding me? If Dyson goes, pisses off Death and gets himself killed what have we got to go against Michael and Lucifer?"
"We can figure that out. But Dyson is right, he's probably the best person to try and get to Death. Anyway I'll go with him. We can take Death right?" Dean said nodding cockily at his friend. Andy threw up her hands in frustration.
"Fine! I give up! You boys want to get yourselves killed I know I can't stop you, but then I'm coming too." At that everyone chimed in.
"No way," Dean
"Not a chance," Sam
"Are you crazy?" Dyson
"Why the hell not?" Andy said looking at all of them in turn.
"Andy, babe, you're still a bit shaky, and we need to do this today…" Dean said giving her the sympathy look.
"Dean…I swear if you think for one second I am going to let the two most important men in my life face Death alone, you have another thing coming." The way she said it made it final. They could all see she was deadly serious. So they came to a plan, Sam, Cas, and Bobby would try and stop the zombie apocalypse, Dean, Dyson, Andy, with Crowley's help would try and kill Death. Crowley did some leg work and somehow produced Death's scythe. Sam, Bobby and went off to stall the vaccine distribution, Dean and Andy headed toward Chicago. All considering, the encounter with Death went rather smoothly. Dean survived, Andy didn't have to beat Dyson for being stupid, and now they knew how to use the rings, it was more or less a win. The only downside, was Death's request for Sam to jump into the pit. It was going to be a rough few days.
Andy had some long talks with her boys. She and Sam talked about strength weakness and letting Lucifer in, she talked with Dean about fear, losing and the end. From all of that talking came a simple truth. Sam had to say yes, because they had to try.
Of course, as predicted, the Devil was in Detroit. Andy went with her boys, because there was no way she was going to let them go alone. She helped drain four demons dry of blood. She waited with Bobby and Dyson while Dean and Sam went to get the devil to the edge. She heard when the door opened, and when it closed. Then she couldn't take it. She went running into the building. She found Dean, standing in the middle of the room, tears running down his cheeks, and no sign of Sam.
"Dean?" Andy said quietly. He turned to her, the look on his face was one that Andy remembered all to well. Shattered, lost, hopeless. Then he rallied.
"Come on, we've got to talk to Cas."
"What do we do now?" Dean asked Cas.
"I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol and wait for the inevitable blast wave."
"Well thanks, I mean how do we stop it."
"We don't. Michael will meet Lucifer on the chosen field."
"Chosen field? Where's that?" Dyson asked
"I don't know," Cas said turning away "I'm sorry Dean, this is over."
"There's got to be something we can do. We are not giving up." Dean said desperation creeping into his voice. "Bobby?" he turned to the old hunter. Bobby's head was down, and when he looked up, there was a profound sadness in his eyes.
"There was never really much hope to begin with. I don't know what else to do." Bobby said. Andy had been quiet through the whole exchange. She was thinking. Suddenly she looked at Dean.
"Call Chuck."
The field was nothing special. Just a normal graveyard. Andy let Dean drive in himself. She knew he would need a bit of time to himself. So she let him go ahead, and then followed on her bike. Dyson got there how he gets anywhere.
There were Sam and Adam, Lucifer and Michael squaring off.
"Howdy boys," Dean said "Sorry am I interrupting something?"Michael looked at Dean.
"You are no longer part of this story." Then they all heard the grumble of a motorcycle. Andy road up and skidded to a stop. She pulled off her helmet and leaned on her handle bars.
"Am I late?" Lucifer smiled winningly at her.
"I was wondering if you would make it." he said smugly. Michael looked from Lucifer to Andy.
"This is ridiculous." He lifted his hand and made a twisting motion. Nothing happened. Lucifer laughed lightly.
"She's protected brother. Nothing you can do." Michael gazed at Andy. She shifted nervously under the arch angel's gaze. In a flash of motion Michael was right in front of her, a blade in his hand. One abrupt thrust, and the blade sank into Andy's chest. Three things happened at once. Dean shouted, Dyson took a deep breath, Lucifer vanished.
Flame engulfed Michael, Dean stood frozen, staring at Andy's body on the ground, Lucifer touched Andy and she took a breath. Lucifer turned to watch Michael swallowed in flame. Andy staggered up. Her chest ached, but she was breathing. Dyson had pissed the angels off with his fire trick. She tried to watch the exchange between Dyson and the two arch angels, but she couldn't. They were moving too fast. Slashes, blocks, thrusts and cuts were being traded at blurred speed. Although he was not landing any blows himself, Dyson was holding them off. After a few furious clashes, Andy managed to see Dyson land a well timed slice through to Lucifer. White light poured from a gash on his side. Cold fury poured from his eyes. Andy was never sure how it happened. Lucifer tried punching Dyson, burning him, slicing at him but nothing worked. Finally with a shout of frustration he launched a lightning bolt at him. It stunned him long enough for Michael to get a clean punch landed. The two arch angels exchanged a glance. The Lucifer started hitting Dyson with bolt after bolt of lightning. Each one managed to stun him long enough, for Michael to get a hit in. There were several stabs with the angel blade, which in itself would kill anyone, but not Dyson. So Michael resorted to beating him black and blue. Andy watched in horror as Dyson was reduced to an electrified bloody mess. Then she saw Michael try to break his neck again with a gesture, which didn't work.
"This one is strong." He said. One last bolt of lightning brought Dyson to his knees. Michael grabbed Dyson around the neck cinched in and twisted. Andy heard, and felt the sickening crunch of his neck breaking. It was like all the air had been sucked from the world. Andy could only stare at the crumpled body of her soul mate. He had lived for two and a half millennia, and this was where he died. She couldn't believe it. She felt her mind fill with a blind rage. She couldn't think and couldn't stop her body from shifting and lunging at Michael, who merely knocked her away, which knocked her unconscious. When she came to, Bobby was lying on the ground by her. Plan B didn't work either. And Lucifer was about to kill Dean. But something happened. He lurched away. He looked at Dean and looked at Andy.
"It's ok. I've got him." He looked back to his brother "It's going to be ok Dean." Sam took the key out of his pocket and threw it on the ground. He spoke the words and hole opened up. That was when Michael reappeared and tried to stop him. Sam grabbed hold of him and pulled. Together they fell. The hole closed and it was over. Andy crawled over to Dyson's broken body. She took him in her arms and began to cry tears that she thought would never stop.
She barely even noticed Cas' sudden appearance. Only when Dean came over and stood beside her did she realize the world was still going on around her. He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. He didn't say anything. He looked over at Cas.
"Heal him too." Dean said. Cas came over to Andy and Dyson. He touched Dyson's forehead. Andy could her the bones in his neck fusing back together. They waited. Andy barely breathed. Nothing happened. She looked up at Dean, desperate.
"I'm sorry," Cas said "I can't bring him back." He sounded confused. Andy started sobbing again.
"What do you mean you can't?" Dean said.
"I don't know."
"That's bull. Fix him" His face was menacing.
"Dean, I tried. I can't." Dean started at Cas for a long moment. "I'm sorry. I wish I knew why." He looked down at Andy, who was still sobbing, holding on to Dyson's body. He knelt down and gently untangled her arms from his fallen friends body. She tried to resist.
"He's gone Andy." She looked at him. Her eyes were reflecting his own pain. They had both lost that day. "I'm sorry." he whispered pulling her into him. She clung to him. Her body shaking with the force of her grief. Dean just held her tight for a long time. Eventually Andy cried herself out and went limp. Dean scooped her up and put her in the back of the Impala. They all headed back to Bobby's place.
It was nothing more than an errant thought crossing her mind. But it had Andy sitting bolt upright in bed suddenly, breathing hard. Dyson wasn't dead. He was stuck somewhere. In this world, when you die, your soul goes somewhere else. Heaven or hell. She got up and started pacing the room. She could save him. She could get him back to his body. She ran out to the Impala and popped the trunk. She put together a summoning spell, got on her bike and headed for a cross road. She was ready to forfeit her soul to get Dyson back, but for whatever reason, the demon couldn't deliver. Said she couldn't find who she was looking for. So Andy stabbed her and went back to Bobby's. Things changed that night. It was in her mind. If he wasn't in Hell, and he wasn't in heaven…where was he…Hel. She knew what she had to do. She packed her saddle bags, wrote a letter for Dean and was almost out the door.
"Taking a late night ride?" Bobby. She turned to him, forced smile ready to agree. she froze when she saw the letter in his hand. "You know this will kill him right."
"It won't. Sam made him promise. He'll find someone. Someone good for him." Andy tried to say it as deadpan as she could.
"You are good for him Andy." She swallowed back tears and turned to the old hunter.
"I can't… Bobby… I can't let him be dead. I can't live a life with Dean, while he's trapped somewhere. I've gotta find him."
"Then walk out that door. I won't stop you. But it will be on your head if Dean puts a gun in his mouth." She nodded, and walked out that door.