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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"Rise and shine, sweetheart," Dean shouted from the front seat of the Impala, causing me to jump halfway out of my own skin.
My eyes clenched tight, and I groaned as I tried to lift my head off of the seat, but every part of my body ached, and I wasn't sure that it was because of the alcohol. I didn't even drink that much last night, and for the first time in months, I had passed out almost instantly.
All I wanted to do was curl up into whatever hole I could find and sink back into the steady slumber I was in, but I knew there were more pressing matters at hand, and as Dean pulled open the back door, my eyes finally fluttered open.
I leaned forward, gripping my head as the blood rushed around. A small groan escaped my lips, and I looked up at Dean, who smiled at me with a laugh.
"Let's go!" He spoke loudly again, every bit of the pitch in his voice swarming through me on purpose.
"Jesus," I groaned as I took his extended hand. He pulled me up slowly and handed me a pair of sunglasses with a smirk. "What are these for?"
"You look like shit."
"Well, thank you, Dean. I very much appreciate that." I all but growled at him as I leaned forward and stared at myself in the rearview mirror.
He was most certainly not wrong.
My eyes were red and baggy, my hair a wet sopping mess from the five-second shower I took this morning, and my skin was paler than I had ever seen it, but there was nothing I could do about it now except hide behind Dean's aviators.
I crawled out slowly, and Dean smiled widely before purposely slamming his door. For a second, I tried to figure out why he was being so obnoxious instead of his usual grouchy self, but then I remembered our little conversation in the bar last night and glared at him.
"I will shoot you."
He chuckled again. "You know I get all tingly when you talk to me like that."
"Sam," I whined, shoving my hand in Dean's face and pushing him away. "Make him stop."
Sam towered over me with an amused look on his face.
"Okay." Sam huddled over the two of us and glanced around, ensuring nobody was close enough to hear us. "If Roy is using a spell, there might be a spellbook."
"Or an altar," I said, causing Sam to nod.
"Okay, Sam heads to the house and tries to find it. We'll try to stall Roy." Dean checked the time on his watch and sighed. "Just hurry up though, the service starts in fifteen minutes."
