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...
"Another day, another headache In this hangover hotel."
Monsters by All Time Low ft. Blackbear
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When I was little, all I ever wanted was a happily ever after. I wanted the life my mother lived. One with a big white house on a farm full of horses. I wanted the picket fence that I waited by every morning for the school bus. I wanted to dance with my prince charming to the music at the end of our favorite movie. I wanted happiness, and every night before bed, when my parents piled into my room to tell me goodnight, they told me I could have it. That if I worked hard to bring good into the world, there was nothing that could stand in my way.
I never had a reason to doubt that.
I was a good kid.
I cleaned my room. I made my bed. I ate my dinner every night. I stood next to my mother on the kitchen chair and helped her dry the dishes and hang the clothes on the line outback every Sunday after church. I truly believed them when they told me I deserved the world. That I could be happy.
It made me wonder what they would think of me now as I sat under the running water, washing the blood of a nameless face from my hands while the man I sentenced to the same fate was out disposing of a body.
Would they blame me?
Think it was my fault?
Would they call me a monster or tell me I deserved it for what I had done?
I stared down at the brass badge shaking in my raw hands, wondering how many people in Manning were mourning the man I had taken back to my cabin and slept with on a drunken whim.
I didn't even know his name.
Anger surged through me faster than the panic did when I realized this was punishment. That Azazel must have figured out that I didn't make good on my deal and that John Winchester was still alive.
The only truth I could mutter when Dean asked why, was the one I hoped made him understand why nothing could ever happen between us ever again.
This is what happened to the people I got close to.
My hands trembled at my sides as I managed to turn off the water and climb out of the tub. I was no stranger to the aftereffects of Azazel, but this was the first time I ever had to do it in front of someone else. Dean would be back any minute and I knew he'd have more. Ones that I couldn't answer. That I wouldn't answer.
I wiped at the mirror and stared at the monster looking back at me. Tired eyes. Trembling lips. Scars that had been wiped away by demonic magic but never truly faded. I looked as sick as the day Roy LeGrange saved Dean and attempted to rid me of the tumor I secretly prayed would take me.
