A/N: Hello my wonderful followers, readers, Supernatural and Shadowhunters/mortal instruments fans! Here's the second chapter! Yay! XD. Happy reading and enjoy!
Carry on wayward supernatural fans, and happy patrol shadowhunters.
Andra, being the generous soul that she is, decided to grace Sam and Dean with her presence as their guide to Magnus. As she lounged in the back seat of the impala, she couldn't help but notice the brothers' subtle glances in her direction. Ah, the trust issues – a classic theme. But hey, who needs trust anyway? Certainly not Andra, and probably not these suspicious Winchester brothers either.
Observing Dean's irritation with the New York traffic, she couldn't resist a chuckle. I mean, really, what did he expect? She thought. Rainbows and unicorns? And as for their "hunter" status, well, that's a new one for Andra. She hadn't heard about hunters before, but she's got a good nose for lies, and these two didn't smell like fibbers.
Dean's grumbling at the traffic provided her with endless entertainment, while Sam was too engrossed in his ancient journal to notice the world around him. Peeking over Sam's shoulder, Andra was immediately drawn into the world of strange creatures and unexplored territories. It made her question how the Clave, supposedly the know-it-alls, had missed all this juicy information. Unless, of course, these two were just a tad delusional, but hey, that's highly unlikely, right?
Andra couldn't help but notice Dean's restless demeanor. Shifting in his seat, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended him, and that clenched jaw – quite the sight to behold. Unable to contain her bubbling curiosity, she just had to ask, "Why are you so uncomfortable?" Because, you know, it's not like they were on a mission to meet Magnus or anything.
She couldn't resist a snort at Dean's feeble denial. "Could have fooled me," she remarked, unable to resist needling him further, "Oh! I know! You actually have heard of Magnus and you have been in love with him and you're nervous about meeting him for the first time." His sputtering and choking only fueled her amusement. She knew deep down that this wasn't the case at all – Dean was just too easy to rile up.
"No!" Dean protested, clearly flustered. "I'm not in - Don't even know who this guy is. You could be leading us into a trap."
Andra couldn't help but express her admiration, "I absolutely love your suspicion." Because really, who doesn't appreciate a healthy dose of paranoia now and then?
"Can you talk in another way other than sarcasm?" Dean huffed.
Andra couldn't resist a playful retort, "Nope. My sarcasm is my best feature. It would be a shame if I hid that gift from the world." She savored the roll of Dean's eyes in response.
"There is absolutely nothing about the Clave or Shadowhunters in Dad's journal." Sam said suddenly.
"Well maybe he just didn't come across them?" Dean asked, glancing at her suspiciously. "Unless you lied to us and you really are leading us into a trap."
"Okay. You need to tone it down with the paranoia cowboy," she quipped in response to Dean's suspicions. "I mean paranoia is pretty good, but you kinda need to tone it down just a tad. Because, you know, a little paranoia never hurt anyone."
"Sorry, Cupcake. That's not gonna happen." Dean said, looking at the apartment building with suspicion as they pulled up.
Andra couldn't help but roll her eyes at Dean's suspicion as she confidently made her way towards the building. "Come on, Magnus's loft is on the top," she announced boldly, leading the way with a sense of familiarity that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.
"You've been here before?" Sam inquired, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as he and Dean followed.
"Really? What gave that away? That's what happens when Magnus is dating my big brother. I visit a lot. If you're going to get on judging -"
"What? No," Sam quickly interjected. "Just curious."
She hummed, leading the way up to Magnus's loft. It was actually the last place she wanted to be right now, but at the same time, she wanted to see Magnus and to figure out what that odd sensation was – and where these two came from.
Andra rapped on the door, attempting to still her pounding heart. She couldn't deny that she had become quite adept at concealing her emotions, but at that moment, she was also grateful for the new distraction. The door swung open, revealing Magnus's warm smile, a sight she couldn't help but love.
Andra, keeping her thoughts to herself about Magnus's outfit, greeted him with a casual "Hey Maggie."
Magnus, in turn, glanced behind her at Sam and Dean, his eyes roaming over them. "Hello, Spitfire. Who's your handsome men?" Sam rubbed the back of his neck as Dean just stared at Magnus blankly.
"Sam and Dean. We might have a situation," Andra said, smirking. "And it's still up in the air if Dean here is in love with you."
Sam snorted, disguising it as a cough, while Dean scowled, clearly not amused, but she sure as hell was.
Magnus smirked. "Well of course. I am irresistible."
Andra giggled as Magnus guided them inside, all the while keeping her favorite outfit thought to herself.
Andra settled on the couch and explained the strange sensation to Magnus, as well as introducing Sam and Dean, describing them as suspicious individuals who were hunters. She also hinted at her association with the Clave. Magnus listened attentively, lounging on the couch, occasionally casting glances at the brothers. Sam appeared less uncomfortable than Dean, who remained standing, eyeing Magnus as if he were a monster waiting to pounce.
Andra, irritated by Dean's behavior, couldn't hold back her frustration. "You can stop looking at Magnus like that anytime now," she admonished Dean.
Sam, apologetic, interjected, "I'm sorry about him."
Magnus, ever the charmer, responded with a smirk. "That's quite alright. I know I can be intimidating," he purred, eliciting contrasting reactions from Sam and Dean, Sam smiled, as Dean's eyes narrow.
Sam, attempting to steer the conversation back on track, inquired, "Andra said that you might know what happened?"
Magnus, indulging their inquiry, hummed and explained, "Well, from what you have described, you went through a portal."
Dean, with his sharp tone, interjected, "We know that, genius."
Frustrated by Dean's attitude, she glowered, "I've had about enough of your attitude towards Magnus. I won't tolerate any disrespect."
Sam scowled at Dean and stated, "And we don't mean any, right, Dean?"
"Whatever. Any clue?" Dean somewhat begrudgingly responded. Magnus hummed, and acted like he hadn't heard Dean's question. He casually began to study his nails. Dean rolled his eyes. "You have any clue what happened?"
"Andra, did you hear something?" Magnus asked, his eyes on her. Sam snorted, and Dean scoffed.
"You must have left the window open." She replied.
"Ah, that must be it."
She snorted. "Any ideas what could have happened?"
"I thought that I felt a disturbance," Magnus remarked, rising in a flourish and walking over to his bookshelf.
She got up and followed Magnus to the bookshelf. "They are rather suspicious. Really makes you think what they've been through to earn that kind of level of paranoia," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
He snorted. "Ah, here it is."
"What?" She asked, as Magnus walked over to the coffee table, putting the book down. She sat back down on the couch.
"The theory of alternate universes has been around for a very long time," Magnus said, opening the book. "As you know, Andra. The theory of alternate universes are actually correct. This is a very old Journal of a man who ventured to an alternate universe."
She made a face, remembering that alternate universe she and everyone else stepped into. "Please do not remind me," she said, rolling her eyes dramatically.
She did not want to think about that alternate universe where Magnus had died from the warlock sickness, and Alec unable to live without him took his own life. That was just one future, she knew, and it didn't happen, but that doesn't mean that it didn't cut deep. The sense of loss that she had felt, she never wanted to experience that again.
"We've dealt with alternate universes before," Sam said, as if it was just another day at the office, pulling her mind back to reality.
"Why don't we sit down with some tea and just swap life stories, Sammy?" Dean exclaimed, oozing with faux enthusiasm.
Magnus hummed, looking at her. "Would you like tea my dear?" he offered, with a flair for the dramatic.
"Love some," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm, while shooting an icy glare at Dean. Okay, now she really wanted to smack him.
"I'm not - he could help, Dean," Sam's arms twitched as he stood, clearly trying to keep the peace, as Magnus walked to the kitchen.
"Yes, Sam. Because trusting a demon before never bite us in the ass!" Dean retorted, dripping with sarcasm and skepticism.
She raised her eyebrows at that. They apparently trusted demons before? "I don't think he's a demon!" Sam interjected, his tone taking a sharper edge.
"So normal people have those eyes? Did you see them?!" Dean's skepticism was palpable.
"Yeah, and!? Andra said he's a warlock." Sam shot back, trying to reason with Dean.
"And we're supposed to take her word? He's not human!" Dean's frustration was reaching its peak.
Sam's eyes flashed, his jaw tensing, his face morphing into something. Her eyes narrowed. There was a hint of understanding in his eyes. How strange. "And he might be the only one who can help us figure out who opened that portal!" Sam's conviction was unwavering.
"Jack. Who else!" Dean's irritation was evident.
"We don't know that!" Sam's determination was resolute.
Andra couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Wow," she muttered, unable to contain her disbelief.
Dean scowled at her. "What?"
"Oh, nothing, it's just greatly amusing" she said, unable to resist a touch of sass.
"What is!?"
"How a grown man is acting like a child." Her retort was accompanied by an eye roll.
Dean stared at her, while Sam's lips twitched into a slight smirk as Magnus returned with tea. He held out a cup to Dean without looking at him. When Dean reached to take it, he suddenly changed direction and gave it to Andra. Dean tossed his hands up in the air and started for the door.
"Where are you going, Dean?" Sam sighed.
"For a walk!" Dean huffed, storming out.
Sam huffed, looking at Magnus. "I'm sorry," he muttered, clearly feeling the weight of the tension in the room.
Magnus took a sip of his tea as he sat back down on his couch by Andra. "Andra, my dear, as I was saying. There are alternate universes. I expect that your new friend," he nodded at Sam, not acknowledging Dean. "Just maybe from one. Perhaps an alternate universe where the Clave does not exist."
She took a sip of her tea, just how she liked it. "So how do we send them back?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Sam settled back down. "If there is a way." His voice held a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.
"I don't know," Magnus put his tea aside. "I'll look into it."
She smiled. "Thanks, Maggie." Her gratitude rang true, a glimmer of hope shining through the uncertainty.