Dean eventually told Andy about his reasons for killing Amy.

"Dean, you have to know why Sam is pissed,"

"I do Andy, I just couldn't let her walk."

"Why not? When did it all become so black and white with you again?"

"She killed four people Andy, and there was no guarantee that she wouldn't do it again."

"Dean, there's no guarantee that I won't kill someone." That stopped Dean in his tracks.

"What?"

"Dean, you know, and I know, that when it comes to family we would do just about anything. I would and have killed people for someone I love. I won't deny it."

"That's exactly it Andy. I did it for family. Sam couldn't put her down, so I did. If he didn't know her, he would have done the same thing."

"I don't know if it's that simple Dean."

"It is. I'll do it again if I need to, until his waving guns at Satan thing is fixed." Dean turned away from her and walked out the door, effectively ending the conversation. Andy sighed, knowing better than to go after him. He would make his own way back.

It took a week and a half to run into Sam. There was some angry spirit who was not happy with the psychics in her town. After the case, Sam packed his stuff in the trunk of Dean's car. He said he understood why Dean had done it, and that he was right.

"But Dean, you can't look at me in the face, or Andy I'm sure, and tell us that you're alright. You've barely been sleeping, you drink for the record…"

"Here we go…"

"Just be honest with me, how are those the actions of someone who know they did the right thing?"

"You want me to be honest, I went with my gut, and that felt right. I didn't trust her. But since Cas I'm having a hard time trusting anyone right now. As for how I've been acting, I guess I just don't like lying to you. To either of you," he said putting an arm around Andy. "It doesn't feel right."

They got in the car and headed out.

After that, there was some general smooth sailing. They went back to Bobby's a few times, hunted this and that, and just went about their, less than normal, normal life. However, when the boys took their annual trip to Vegas, things went a bit weird. Andy got a call from Dean, way earlier than she expected.

Hey babe, what's going on?

Sam says he's getting married.

….beg pardon?

Sam, he's getting married. To Becky Rosen.

Who?

You know, Becky. The crazy Supernatural fan girl?

Oh…wait what?

Any way you can get to Vegas tonight?

I'll see what I can do.

Andy hung up and stared at the phone for a moment. This was even too weird for her. There was no way Sam would marry anyone without at least talking to her first. She got on the next and found the next available flight to Vegas and got her way there.

The situation was bizarre, but it eventually resolved itself, and with a bit of information and a new friend in the mix. Andy liked Garth. He reminded her of Bobby in a strange way. When Crowley showed his ugly face, a deep-set anger burned in her and she almost took a swing at him. But she knew better and kept her hands to herself. She did wonder why Crowley was so invested in seeing the Leviathans, particularly the leader Dick Roman, dead and buried in cement. It was something to hear Crowley talk about integrity. The other thing that they learned from this weird ass encounter, was that it was time to take a page out of the extreme paranoia handbook. It was time to go deep. Bobby was set to go with them too. He called it "taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's book." Cold showers, cold food, and a whole lot of nothing. The jumping around was not too bad for jobs, but it was shit for the moral.

They worked another job in the general area and ended up in Hammonton. There was something the locals were calling the Jersey Devil wandering around the Wharton State Forest. Bobby seemed excited to pull out his 30/30. Seeing as he and Andy were the only ones who had ever actually hunted game before, it seemed only logical that they took point on this one. After some good old fashioned tracking, they came up empty. They took a break and headed back to town for a mean and regrouping.

Dean was ecstatic that there was a Biggerson's in town, and he was all for the new Turduckin slammer. Andy rolled her eyes at him and he devoured the sandwich.

"It's the perfect storm of the top three edible birds," Dean said.

"Sure babe, you go with that." After some cut and dry tracking they found some compelling signs of something going strange. Bodies strung up in trees, Ranger Rick disappearing right in front of their eyes. When Andy shot down the so-called Jersey Devil, they had not expected and superhuman zombie to be the culprit. As they were examining the body, Andy noticed Dean was acting kind of odd. Once they were done they went back to Biggerson's for a debrief and for Dean to get another slammer. When Dean's weird kicked up a notch, both Sam and Bobby noticed the other customers chowing down intently on the turduckin. Eventually, the sandwich told the truth. Turduckin. Why the hell would anyone think putting an idiot drug in a Turduckin sandwich was a good idea. Not everyone is like Dean. But that was beside the point. The point was they needed to find out what it was, and why it was made into a sandwich.

Some recon and stealthy following of a delivery truck brought them to a distribution plant. Where they watched none other than Edgar, they guy they had previously dropped a car on, walking a hooded Biggerson employee out of the trunk of a car and into the warehouse. Something was clearly going on.

They staked out for the night, and in the morning, something started happening. Dick friggin Roman, a hot shot, up and coming business man, who clearly was in on the whole operation, went strolling into the building.

"Well this is so not good," Andy said.

"You said it," Bobby replied. "If the leviathans got to this guy they are playing on a much bigger scale than we ever thought."

"We have go to find out what is going on in there," Dean said, making to get out of the car. Bobby held him back.

"Hold on there, hot shot. We need to do this smart." Bobby fished around for a second and came up with an odd looking radar dish. "Courtesy of Frank. This baby can pick up sound waves from half a mile away."

Dean nodded appreciatively. Bobby got himself set up with a good vantage point. Things were going smoothly, until Bobby went silent mid sentence.

It became clear pretty quickly what had happened.

"Dean, there are at least 4 of them out there. We don't even know how to kill one," Sam said anxiously. Dean looked around frantically. Something caught his eye and he quirked an ironic grin. Andy tracked his gaze and saw what he saw.

"Then it'll be a real shock when we come in through the front door."

It was really gross watching the leviathans burn from the Borax. The acrid fumes were enough to turn Andy's stomach. But they managed to find Bobby and make a break for it. Dean swung the van into the loading zone, just as Bobby sprinted out the door. Dick Roman right behind him pointing a gun. Sam slid the door open, and Bobby made for it. Dick got off two shots before they managed to close the door. Dean stepped on it, and Sam slid back into the passenger seat.

"Whew! That was close." Dean said. Andy sighed, and looked at Bobby.

"Nice running old man," she said with a smile. There was no response.

"Hey Bobby, here's your hat." Sam said from the front seat. Still no response.

"Bobby?" Dean said with some panic in his voice. Andy took a good look at her old friend. Then she saw the bullet hole. The boys were looking back at her.

"Dean, hospital now!"

"Damn it!" Dean stepped on the gas and they sped off.