I Am Complete

CHAPTER 6

ANDY'S POV:

Well. I guess we know where Juliet went. There's a very icky looking skeleton leaning up against the wall, a ripped pink dress covering her body. The dress is exactly the same as the one in Juliet's photo, but with mold and what appear to be blood stains. "You have to bring her out here!" Dean shouts. I would really just like to salt and burn her here, but if I light a fire from inside a house, the whole house is going to burn down. Just common sense really.

I gently grab the shoulders of the skeleton and start to pull, backing up out of the vent. Her head falls on my shoulder and I flinch. I am not a fan of dead bodies. Yes, I deal with them on a daily basis, but that doesn't mean I want to be hugging one. I slowly make my way out of the vent, shuffling on my hands and knees, one arm wrapped around Juliet's skeleton.

When I finally get out, I drop the skeleton and stand up, wiping the dust off my clothing. "That was the worst experience ever. Not doing that again." I mutter. The boys look down at the skeleton, studying it. "She must have hidden in the vents and gotten stuck." Sam muses, shaking his head. "Well, let's get to burning." Dean says, grabbing the skeleton. He hauls it to the fire place, tossing it inside. "Sam, go grab the salt. I got the lighter." Dean instructs. Sam heads to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of salt, pouring it over the body.

Dean flicks on the lighter. "Goodbye, Juliet." He doesn't get a chance to toss the lighter. Juliet comes flying through the wall, throwing Dean away from the body. The lighter falls to the floor, the fire going out. "Dean!" Sam shouts, running towards his brother. I grab the iron poker from next to the fireplace and swing at her, but she dodges it. "Look, I get that you're pissed, but it's time to move on." I grunt, swinging again. This time, I hit her. She disappears in a cloud of smoke. I run to the lighter and pick it up.

I light it and throw it into the fireplace, the flame igniting. I breathe a sigh of relief. "We got her." Sam helps Dean up and they walk over. "You okay, Dean?" I ask. He nods, a hand on his head. "I've been hit harder." I smile at him. "We should probably let Ms. Trayton know it's safe to come home." Sam pulls out his phone, dialing her number. He talks with her for a few minutes, then hangs up.

"We should dump the ashes out back." I say. The boys nod in agreement. We grab a sheet from the linen closet and wrap the remains up, carrying it outside. Dean grabs a shovel from the car and we dig a hole, tossing the ashes inside. We cover the grave, patting the dirt down so it looks less noticeable. We walk out to our cars, packing up all of our stuff.

It's time to say our goodbyes. "Well, it was nice working with you boys." I say, sticking my hands in my jean pockets. "Yeah. Right back atcha." Sam runs a hand through his hair. I get a sudden burst of confidence. "Let me give you my number. In case you ever need backup or something." Sam's eyes widen. "Oh, um, yeah. That would be great." He stutters, pulling out his phone. I type in my number and hand it back to him. "I'll see you around, Winchester." I wave and walk away, stepping into my car.

I look in the rearview mirror as I drive away, and I notice that Sam is staring down at his phone and grinning like an idiot. Maybe he likes me too.