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A few days have past and I've officially run out of things to do around here. "Andrina?!" I hear a voice call. I get up from my bed and go to the library to see who it is. The boys shouldn't be back yet. "Oh, hey Cas! What's up?" I ask "the Winchester's asked me to check on you and give you this before I left for the tree of life." He hands me a duffel bag. I place it on the table and open it. Inside I find not only clothes but a phone and a handgun. "Thanks.... hey, can I go with you to the tree of life?" I ask "I'm sorry but I don't think that would be wise."

"Come on, please! I'm losing my mind here. I have a phone if we get into trouble. Besides who's better to go with than an actual angel?", he seems to take my argument into consideration for a moment. He sighs seeing how desperate I am. "Fine", "yes!" He places his hand on my shoulder and before I know it where at the tree of life.

2 and a half weeks later

(Dean's POV)

When we get back I head to Andi's room to let her know we got the blood and need her for info on the next item. I knock but no answer, "Andi?.....I'm coming in." I open the door to an empty room and notice a note on the bed.

Hey guys! Sorry to disappear on you but, don't worry I'm safe and will be back soon. I'm with Cas getting the fruit from the tree of life. Don't miss me too much ;) 

I roll my eyes and go back to find sam sitting at the table. "well she's off with Cas." I say as I put the note in front of him. he picks it up and reads it as I take a seat across him. "I told you we couldn't keep her locked up in the bunker."

"what were we supposed to do? take her with us when she doesn't even have most of her memory?"

"All i'm saying is, we'll never know what she's capable of if we keep her locked up in here. look at how fast she kicked your ass, not to mention how much she knows about hunting."

"maybe..."


One week later

(Andi's POV)

cas and I arrive back at the bunker but dont see any sign of the boys. "maybe they're on another hunt?" i suggest, "no, Dean said they would be here." i follow cas down a set of stairs we both stop staring at a television that seems to be gliching, we look to each other knowing something is off. "i know that's not normal." i say just before a purple light flashes and we find outselves on a road behind the impala as it races off against... the mystery machine? "umm cas?", "we-we're two demntional?"

"yea, I think we're in a cartoon. Come on we gotta catch up to them." the two of us race off in the direction of the impala.

after about ten minutes or so we finally catch up to the boys. the impala parked outside an old mansion. "they must be inside.", "no shit, sherlock. let's go."

we walk up to the window where we see the most movement and hear voices. Cas opens the window and is immedately attacked. "Cas?!?" i hear the boys say suprised. I peak in "like you know this guy?" I look over and see...shaggy? ok guess I was right. we're in scooby-doo. "uh, yea. he's a-a friend of ours." sam says. dean helps him up and they introduce him the the characters of the show. "do I get an introduction?" I ask climbing in the window. "Andi?!?" the Winchesters say in unison. "did ya'll practice that?", Dean then introduces me as well. "hey, ya'll", "like, nice to meet ya." Shaggy says each following with their own greeting. Scooby then walks up to cas and I and shakes our hands. "Sam, Dean... this dog is talking." I giggle at his comment.

"How did you guys get here?" Sam asks, Cas and I explain what happened. "you saw purple sparks?" sam asks, I nod. "dean, that's just like with the killer stuffed dinosaur. they were both in the pawn shop.", "I'm sorry the killer what, exactly?", "come on a 'Killer stuffed dinosaur'?" velma asks "oh I didn't mean a-a real...." sam says, "it's a book we're writing. about killer stuffed dinosaurs. its called...", dean starts, "killer stuffed dinosaur in love." cas finishes. I try my hardest not to laugh at that. "huh... great title!" fred says causing me to face palm.

"well, if he isn't responsible for cousin simple's death, who is?" Daphne asks, the lights begin to flicker as she finishes her question and the room goes cold. "like, somebody turn up the heat, man." shaggy says immediately followed by a scream before the lights go out completely. Velma lights a lantern as the boys take out flashlights. We leave to investigate. As we're walking down the halls with ony flashlights and a lantern we suddenly hear a man scream. when sam and dean run to the room it's coming from the door slams shut as do all the other doors in the hall. sam reaches to open the door when a hand comes through the door and smacks the flashlight out of his hand. The ghost comes through the closed door completely freaking out shaggy and scooby causing them to jump into cas's arms.

the ghost tries to attack and but when Fred tries to go after it, the ghost goes through the wall. "wait, what?" he says as he hits the wall. "g-g-ghost!" shaggy yells "no, it's not a ghost shaggy.", cas drops shaggy and scooby on the floor. "then explain how it just walked through that wall." shaggy argues, "well, there's probably a hidden door.", the lights come back on, "wake up and smell the ectoplasm." I say as I walk to the door it came out of and find actual ectoplasm. I open the door to find one of the character's bodies dismembered and hanging from the ceiling. "well,that's not good." Fred says, "I think I'm gonna be sick." I hear dean say. "come on gang!" Fred says to the rest of us as he walks off with the scooby gang. "so do they always walk away from dead bodies or...", "sam, the cold spot, the fritzing out. it's a ghost, our kind of ghost." dean says walking into the room with the body. "I think this cartoon, is haunted.", I slow clap and everyone looks to me, "congrats you figured it out, now that we're all done pussy-footing around the cartoon characters can we get to fixing this mess?" I ask.




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