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...
"Every time you leave, I lose a little piece of me."
Every Time You Leave by I Prevail
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If there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that John Winchester was out of his mind. And that was saying something considering the fact that not too long I had a vampire tied to a chair in the middle of my cabin kitchen. He had no limits. He had no boundaries. He didn't care about casualties or consequences, and he certainly didn't care about the long-term effects of his actions.
Which was why I was sure he yet again asked me to help him with his half-cocked plan, instead of Sam.
Regardless of everything we had been through together, I was still the most expendable. I couldn't blame him though. As much as I hated to admit it, John and I were one and the same. He knew I would do whatever it took to save his son. I proved that to him the first time I shot him, and after the little showdown in the cabin last night, I owed him. Or at least, that's what he claimed when he ripped into me for not doing what needed to be done.
"Keep up," he muttered from up ahead.
He led the way through the halls of the hospital basement, with a small flashlight and heavy footsteps. I had taken the duffel bag, hoping it would make it easier for him to read the blueprint he had somehow acquired as I picked the locks the nurses badge I jacked wouldnt open along the way.
I wasn't sure where we were going. He hadn't divulged the entirety of his plan, and after the first five minutes, I gave up on trying to get it out of him. As far as he was concerned, after my massive fuck up, I wasn't entitled to answers and was on a strict need-to-know basis. All I knew now was that he was trying to find the most secluded place in the hospital because the crazy asshole had every intention of summoning the bastard here.
Sam had flat-out called him crazy and started a fight with him in his room before storming off. I wasn't one to shy away from a half-cocked plan, but even I had to admit John wasn't thinking clearly. He was angry. He was hurt. He was in pain. We both were, and I knew from experience how badly things can go if you went in overly emotional and dead-set on nothing but revenge, but still, I was desperate enough to go along with it.
Even if it was exactly why I ran away from John in the first place.
"Do you really think bringing him here is the greatest idea?" I asked him. "He's not going to go down easily, and you know damn well he's capable of leveling this building on top of us if he wanted to."
John didn't respond, and I slammed into his back as he came to a stop at another intersection. He shined the light down each dimly lit hall and glanced back over his shoulder - almost as if he was looking past me to make sure we hadn't been followed.
"John," I reached out, nudging his good shoulder. He spun around, his eyes narrowing with anger. Clearly, he didn't want to be slowed down or stopped. "Talk to me. Tell me what the plan is." I pleaded with him. "You know there's no talking to him, right? You can't trap him. You can't outsmart him. He's ten steps ahead at all times."
