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...
"These subtle signs cause angry tides, That rip you right in two."
What I Wish I Could Forget by TCTT
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"I told you to let it go," I growled at Dean as I pulled my bags out of the back of the Impala. I stared up at the shabby motel we had found on the outskirts of town and cringed.
"You can't seriously still be talking to him?"
"And why not?"
"Because he's - he's a douchebag!" He exclaimed, rounding the car as I started towards our first-floor room. "And you're-"
"I'm what?" I dared him.
He scratched at the back of his next as he tried to find an answer that wouldn't get him clocked in the face. "I don't know. You're you. "
"And you're a dumbass," I snapped at him again, but the agitation in my voice faded as it hit me. I smiled, making sure it was sincere enough to make him want to vomit. "Then again, I have to thank you. If you hadn't set us up, I never would have seen him that way."
Dean's eyes widened, and his hand came to his chest as he pretended to dry heave. If he hadn't been so gullible, he would have known by now that even the thought of even talking to the tool, let alone sexting him, caused the vile in my stomach to creep up my throat.
I left him standing there and slipped into the room I had booked next to the boys. I needed sleep and a lot of it, considering our little vacation to a small little town in Texas, we somehow ended up hunting a tulpa with two of the most annoying idiots I had ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Sighing loudly, I dropped my bag at my side. I wasn't sure what I needed more: sleep, a shower, or a long sip of whiskey. Sixteen hours in a car with those two was nearly as exhausting as dealing with the douchefacers for even five minutes. Especially since neither of them would call a truce on the prank war they had somehow managed to suck me into.
"Is he still buying it?"
My hand had gripped my gun so fast that it scratched at the skin of my lower back. The lights flicked on, and Sam stood there, towering over the ratty bed with his hands up and a surprised look on his face.
"Jesus Sam!" I whispered harshly. "What the hell are you doing in my room? I could have killed you!"
I followed his gaze to the door between the two rooms and rolled my eyes as I tucked my gun back away. "You two are children. You know that?"
He looked back at me and scoffed. "Says the girl who dyed all of my underwear pink."
I shrugged. "Would you have preferred I put Nair in your shampoo?"
