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...
"Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again."
Sound of Silence by Disturbed
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"Am I right or wrong, Andrea?" Sam asked me from the other side of the Impala.
I shook my head and threw my hands in the air. "Well-"
"You stay the hell out of it," Dean snapped, pointing his finger in my face. If he had been anyone else I would have snapped it, but I had enough shit to deal with and his attitude wasn't a priority. Especially considering why he was being so dickishly defensive.
"Wow, okay then," I scoffed, throwing my bags into the back of Bobby's car and slamming the door shut.
I tried my best to ignore them, but they and been going at each other all morning. Sam was pissed, and rightly so, and I had quickly come to learn that Dean's version of apologies and problem solving was simply pretending like they didn't happen. Like last night.
"I lied to Jessica for a year and a half, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times, and you tell her everything."
"What do you want me to say, Sam? That I screwed up? That I finally cared about someone enough to tell them our family secret?" Dean shouted, instantly glancing around to make sure no one was within listening distance. "It doesn't matter because she never believed me anyway."
"You're such a hypocrite."
"Shut up about it already."
I leaned up against the hood of Bobby's car and watched as the two of them continued to go at it. I didn't care, really, but it kept me occupied. Every moment I was left alone with my thoughts, I found myself thinking about what would have happened if Dean's first love hadn't interrupted us last night, which was the last thing I should be thinking about. Not when I was trying my hardest to stick to the plan I had tossed and turned about all night.
"You know what?" Sam slammed the door shut and grabbed his bags from the backseat. "I'll drive with Andrea."
They both looked at me for a reaction, but I could only shake my head and sigh. "As much as I would love the company, Sam, I'm actually headed out."
"What?" They both gawked.
I smiled at Sam and waved back towards the car. "I gotta get Bobby's car back and take care of a few things."
"Typical," Dean muttered, turning away as a sudden rage filled me.
I glared at him for a moment, trying my best to keep my calm. We hadn't really spoken since I left the room last night, and words were short and hard to produce when we did. We could barely even look at each other, but I was mainly to blame. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't being a bit bitter about the whole thing, but if I was being frank with myself, as much as I wanted it to happen, it was probably better that it hadn't.
