Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
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"I can't believe you just did that," I seethed as I watched the sheriff speeding up behind us in the rearview mirror.
Dean stayed silent as he worked it out in his head. He wouldn't even give me an explanation. One minute I was coming out of the bathroom, grabbing our food, and the next minute I looked out the window, and Dean was rolling around on the ground, throwing punches at the mechanic.
If it had been under any other circumstances, I probably would have patted him on the back and bought him a beer, but that was our only shot.
"We gotta go back."
I looked over at him in shock. "And do what? The sun is already down, and you literally just screwed any chance we had at doing something. "
"Well, sorry for being the only one with a sensible plan."
"My plan was sensible."
He slowed down a bit as we both watched as the sheriff whipped a quick u-turn in the middle of the road, and Dean shook his head. "Torture is not a plan."
"It's not like I was going to pull their teeth out with pliers or waterboard them. A gun to the head would have gotten the answers I needed, and you're one to talk about torturing people."
"Listen," he snapped. "Don't pretend like you know anything about me. I hunt monsters. I kill monsters. I don't hurt people unless it's absolutely necessary."
"Humans can be monsters too, Dean," I sighed and leaned back in the seat. "I can guarantee there is not one person in that town that doesn't know what is going on."
He groaned in frustration, and I jolted forward as he slammed on the breaks, my forehead slamming off the dash. Every bit of me wanted to clock him, but the pain intensified behind my eyes, and my long-lost migraine had returned.
He gave me a sympathetic look, but it quickly faded as I cursed at him. He threw his hands in the air and groaned in frustration before running them over his tired face.
"I'm taking you back to the hotel room." He insisted. "I need you to figure out what the hell we are dealing with, and I'll go back, try to get them out of the town alive."
I shook my head.
"No way," I said. "This is my hunt. You're not sidelining me."
"I'm not sidelining you, but you emptied my flask and downed a handful of pain killers."
"Your point?" I scoffed. "Dean, believe me when I say it takes a lot more than a few shots of shit whiskey and Tylenol to get me drunk. I'm coming with you."
