I Am Complete

CHAPTER 5

ANDY'S POV:

As soon as I get back to my motel room, I change. I hate wearing formal clothes. I can barely walk in that skirt, and the heels make my feet hurt. I don't get how people can wear this all day. I have the utmost respect for women who can survive in this. When I take off my heels, I sigh in relief. I shake them out, trying to return blood flow to my toes. I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. There's a line on my stomach from where it hugged my waist too tight. I take off my blazer and unbutton my shirt, tossing those onto the floor as well.

I dig through my duffle bag, looking for a clean pair of clothes. I decide on a black short sleeved crop top that lands just above my belly button. It hugs my curves. I always feel good in this shirt. It gives me confidence, makes me feel beautiful. I slip on a pair of black jeans and a pair of black boots. I grab my red flannel and tie it around my waist, chinching it tight. My knife goes in my boot, a small dagger goes in my bra, the EMF detector goes in my pants pocket, and my gun and flashlight goes in my belt holster. I reapply my red lipstick and I'm ready to go.

On the drive back, I observe the town. It's tiny, lots of mom and pop shops. I see families wandering around, eating at restaurants. I see a Mom and Dad swing a little girl in between them. My heart hurts. The emptiness comes back. My head fills with memories of my parents and me. At one point, I was that little girl. I had one parent on each side, holding me up. Now, they're gone and I'm all on my own.

I shake away my thoughts, choosing to turn on the radio instead. If I focus on the pain for too long, I'll sink. I need to focus on the case, focus on helping people. I turn up the volume, attempting to drown out my thoughts.

I finally pull up to the house and climb out. I see the Winchesters getting out of their car, heading towards their trunk. I walk over to them, giving a small wave. I take a peek in their trunk. "Geez, you guys are loaded." I mutter. Their trunk is full of various weapons, stacked haphazardly on one another. Sam chuckles a bit, grabbing one of the guns. "Do you have anything on you?" Dean asks, looking for an obvious weapon.

I show him my gun and the knife in my boot. "I have a gun and two knives, I think I'll be good." Dean raises an eyebrow. "Two knives? Dare I ask where the other is?" I smirk at him. "The only time you'll see that knife is if you piss me off, playboy." Dean rolls his eyes and gives a short laugh. "You ready to go kill Juliet?" I pause. "Technically double kill? Whatever. Let's go burn a body." I begin the walk to the house, the boys following behind me.

Once we get inside, we start to form a plan. "Okay, we should split off into two groups, one should search the top floor, one should search the bottom." I explain. The boys nod. "I'll do the top floor, you guys do the bottom." Dean says. Dean walks upstairs, so Sam and I search the ground floor. We search the living room, kitchen, and bathroom, but we get nothing. "All that's left is the bedroom." I mutter.

When we walk into the bedroom, it's rather mundane. It's the typical guest bedroom, neat and orderly, a layer of dust on everything. I trace the outside of the room, moving my EMF detector as I go. I pass a blank wall and my EMF detector goes crazy. I frown. There's nothing here, it's a wall. I whack it a bit, but it doesn't change. Sam comes over, eyebrows furrowed. "What the hell?" He mumbles, studying the wall. I move the detector up and down, trying to find where it's strongest.

"Hold on." Sam grabs my wrist gently and leads the detector down to the heating grate. It's an old metal grate, maybe two feet by two feet. It's rusty, the metal almost black. I look at Sam. "She's in the wall." We say at the same time. "Dean! Get down here!" Sam yells. I hear Dean's feet stomping down the staircase. He runs in, hand on his gun. "We think we know where she is." Sam explains, pointing towards the heating grate.

I pull the knife out of my boot and use it to unscrew the grate from the wall, pulling it away with a loud screech. I cough as dust comes billowing out. "This hasn't been used in ages." Dean says softly. "Someone has to go down there." Sam tells us. Both boys turn to look at me. "No. I'm not going down there." I cross my arms. "You're the only one who will fit." Dean replies, shrugging his shoulders.

As much as I hate it, Dean is right. I untie my flannel and hand it to Dean. "You guys owe me a drink after this." I grumble. I get on all fours and start to climb in, coughing as more dust is disturbed. This is going to be fun.

SAM'S POV:

I'm worried about Andy going in there alone. Who knows what could be down there? "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask Dean. "It's the best plan we got," he replies. I lean down, peeking inside the grate. I can faintly see Andy's form. "Stop looking at my ass, Sam." Andy shouts, her voice echoing on the metal walls. I stand up hurriedly, my face bright red. "I wasn't- I wouldn't-" I stutter out. Dean chuckles a bit, elbowing me. I run a hand through my hair, willing my blush to fade away.

"Hey! I think I found something!" Andy calls out. I hear scuffling. She pauses before yelling out. "I didn't find something. I found someone."