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...
"But the darkness that you know, It's not your home & you're not alone."
Lost Within by Fivefold
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I stood against the hood of the car and watched as Sam and Dean talked with the mechanic. It was a lost cause. I knew that. I could tell by how they spoke in hushed tones that it was pointless. The only thing my bike was good for now was a couple bucks at the junkyard and a few beers to drown the last few days away.
I cringed as I caught Dean's pitiful glance. He had made it a point not to look at me since last night, but I knew he couldn't help it. Neither of us could. I hurt him. I knew that, but it was the only way I could keep him safe. Keep them both safe, at least until I found a way to make sure I wasn't the reason their father died.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips, and I rolled my eyes at the boys. They honestly did not know how to whisper, and I was sick of being treated like a time bomb. It wasn't like I would go on a murder spree because my bike had bit the dust.
"Can you two just let it go?" I snapped, more harshly than I had intended.
I couldn't help it though. The pile of scrap behind them grated every nerve ending and there was nothing I could do to ease that pain. That loss.
Dean stepped away from his brother and hesitated before making his way towards me. His head was down, watching as his boots kicked up dirt around him. He was doing everything in his power to avoid me, but considering I was now confined to the backseat of the Impala and they had to bring me to the junkyard to release my father's bike, he was stuck in my immediate vicinity for the time being.
I didn't give him a chance to speak. "Can we just sign the papers and go find a bar or something, please?"
His brow furrowed and when his soft green eyes finally met mine I sucked in the sigh that threatened to give away the uncomfort in my chest. He seemed more torn up about the ordeal than I did. "He said -"
I shook my head, cutting him off. "I don't care what he said, Dean. I just want a drink."
Or ten.
He dropped his head again and mustered a slight chuckle. "You and me both."
"Then why are we still here?"
"I figured you would want your things from it. He said your bag is in his office, and some of the parts might still be -"
"I don't want them," I clipped out again.
"Andi, it was your father's," he said softly. "You really don't want anything?"
My head dropped to my hands as I squeezed the small key in my hand. The small red rabbit's foot it had been attached to had been lost on impact, leaving me with nothing more than a shard of metal that meant nothing without something to use it with.
