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...
"I'm at war with the world, and they try to pull me into the dark."
Awake & Alive by Skillet
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I was surprised the two of them hadn't come knocking down my motel door when I told them I wasn't feeling good. It was the same excuse I used the morning they tried to wake me up to torch the scarecrow, but seeing as how they were only a few rooms down from me, I guess they figured they would know if I tried to skip out on them again. They were an odd sort, the two of them. It was like they took turns checking up on me. Every hour on the hour, one of them was coming to get something out of the car, which was coincidentally parked next to my bike in front of my room.
I was supposed to meet them at the diner across the street, but after my meeting with Roy, the only thing I wanted was to be left alone, not that my mind ever allowed it. I couldn't even sit through my favorite movie, and I found myself curled up in my bed, researching faith healers and their abilities through the night.
If Le Grange was the real deal, I wanted to know how exactly he got his powers and how he was using them. There had to be something out there, and I had spent nearly every bill in my wallet printing out the stack of research on my bed. The look on the night manager's face still made me chuckle, but it faded through the night as I scoured through it all.
There was nothing here, at least nothing I could piece together. I was just damn sure that none of this had absolutely anything to do with the almighty himself. If that were the case, he probably would have taken me out himself years ago.
Sam knocked on my door a little afternoon. He must have been doing the same thing all night because he looked worse than Dean did when he was dying. He was still a walking giant, but he wasn't as intimidating in his plain white tee and jeans.
"Can I come in?"
I stepped back away from the doorway and waved my hand into the room. His laptop was tucked tightly under his bulging arm, and he gave me a half-smile as he walked past me, setting it down on the small table in the corner.
"Is everything okay?" I asked him, trying to push the awkwardness from the air. I pulled up the hood of my jacket and tightened the ties, hoping it would cover the marks on my neck, and shut the door slowly behind him.
We had never officially met, and it was the first time I had actually talked to him one on one. The voicemail he had left me was the first thing he ever really said to me, and my text response left little to be discussed, but seeing as how he didn't take too kindly to my presence the first time,- I wasn't expecting him to fold like an open book and tell me about his night.
He didn't respond at first. He picked through the papers on my bed, and for a moment, I thought he looked impressed. I held the pot of fresh coffee up to him, and from the look on his face, I half expected him to grab the pot and chug it down, but he shook his head as he finally spoke. "So you did know?"
