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...
"Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak Maybe I'm blinded by what I see."
Angel by Theory of a Deadman
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Sam was quiet as I putzed around the messy room, cleaning up the mess the guys had made. I wasn't sure where the urge had come from as I had nearly fallen asleep holding onto Sam, but the moment I walked into the motel room, I was filled with a burst of energy that I couldn't shake.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked as he rolled over onto his side and stared at me.
"I'm fine," I muttered, dropping another armful of beer bottles and food containers into the garbage.
Sam sighed and sat up, clearly not believing a word of it. He swung his long legs over the the side of his lumpy mattress and ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you sure about that? You've been at it for an hour."
I shrugged as I wiped off the counter. "Well, that's kind of what happens when you drink four pots of coffee instead of four shots and a six pack."
Sam chuckled. "Right," he said, unconvinced. "You know, I don't know what's going on between you and my brother, but you can't let him get to you. It's Dean. It's just-" He shrugged. "It's just how he is, I guess."
Slowly, I looked up at him. "There's nothing going on between me and your brother."
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" My brow cocked daringly, and his hands came up in self defense. "I'm just saying. He was pretty pissed when he thought you took off again, and the look on your face when he showed up to the scene with Cassie?"
"What about it?"
"I'm just saying, that it didn't seem like nothing."
My bottom lip pinched between my teeth. "No offense, Sam, but your brother's a dick. The only reason he was pissed, was because your father gave him strict instructions not to let me out of his sight, and the the only thing between us is a mutual distain for the demon that killed our families. And as far as Cassie goes," I scoffed. "I could give two shits about how your brother spends his nights. So believe me when I tell you, it's nothing."
Absolutely nothing.
Sam fought the curl in his lip and ended up dropping his head to try and hide it. "What?"
His head shook slightly. "Nothing." He ran his hands through his hair again and took a deep breath, like he was preparing to go into battle. "I have to ask you something, though."
"Of course you do," I grumbled, plopping down on the edge of the other bed. The beds were so close our knees were nearly touching and I found myself scooting back and crossing my legs underneath me. "Alright, well spit it out."
