I Am Complete

CHAPTER 8

ANDY'S POV:

Pajamas are the most comfortable clothes, no question about it. I love my oversized t-shirt and soft pajama pants. They almost make sleeping in a motel bed bearable. Almost. At least the sheets are clean. I'm about to fall asleep when I hear a loud bang, coming from my bathroom. I cautiously get up and grab my knife off of my bedside table, creeping towards the bathroom. I kick open the door and bear my knife, ready to stab who or whatever is hiding in my dingy motel bathroom. I look around. The bathroom is empty. "What the hell?" I mutter, searching for the source of the noise.

I hear groaning. I look up. The ceiling is caving in and there's a giant wet spot forming. "SHIT-" I don't move fast enough. The plaster breaks and water comes pouring down on me, freezing cold and dirty. I scream, the cold shocking me. The water floods out of the open bathroom door, drenching the carpet. "Oh my God." I mumble, water dripping down my face. I grab my duffle bag, grab my shoes, and run out of the room, heading straight towards the motel office. I'm going to give the owner a piece of my mind and then some.

But when I get to the office, the door is locked and all the lights are out. "For fuck's sake, what am I supposed to do now?" I'm soaking wet, freezing, and without a room to stay in. Perfect, just perfect. How am I supposed to explain to the boys why- the boys. They're here at the same motel. I can ask to stay in their room for tonight. I walk over to their room and knock. The door opens and Sam stands there, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hi." I say, waving at him. His eyes go wide when he sees what I look like. "What happened?"

SAM'S POV:

I'm awakened by a knock at the door. Dean stirs, groaning. "Not it." He mumbles. I roll my eyes but I get up, opening the door. In front of me stands Andy, soaking wet, duffle bag and boots in hand. She looks like she just fell into a pool, except this motel doesn't have a pool and she's fully clothed. "What happened?" I ask, looking her over. "Long story. Can I come in?" I nod and move to the side, and she enters the room. Dean sits up, trying to see what's going on. When he sees Andy, he asks the same question I did.

"Basically, a pipe burst in my room, so I can't sleep there. Can I stay with you guys for the night?" she asks. "Yeah, that's fine. But why are you soaking wet?" Dean says, a confused look on his face. "I was under the pipe when it burst. Now, can I please use your shower ASAP? That water was brown and water is definitely not supposed to be brown." I nod and she drops her duffle bag to the floor, grabbing a long pink shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. She runs to the bathroom and I hear the water start to run.

Dean looks at me. "So. That just happened." He says. I sit on the bed. "I guess I'll sleep on the floor. She probably won't want to share a bed." I grab a pillow and the blanket on the foot of the bed, laying it out on the floor. A few minutes later, Andy comes out, looking much more dry and happy. She's wearing her long pink shirt and her shorts, and she looks... well she looks relaxed, not like she just got attacked by a leaky pipe. She walks over and looks at the blanket on the floor. "Sam, you're not sleeping on the ground." I shake my head. "It's fine, really." She crosses her arms. "Sam. I'm the one crashing here, not you. I'm not forcing you out of your bed. I'll sleep on the floor. It honestly might be better than these crappy motel mattresses." Dean watches the two of us argue, amusement on his face. We argue for at least three more minutes, insisting that the other should have the bed.

I guess Dean must have enough of our arguing because he shouts "Just share the damn bed!" I look at Andy and she shrugs. "Why not." She climbs into the bed, crawling under the covers. Dean gives me a thumbs up and winks. I flip him off. I get into the bed next to Andy, making sure to put enough space between us. Dean flicks the light off and heads back to bed.

A few minutes later, I can tell that Andy is asleep. Her breathing is slow, her chest rising and falling. She shifts a little and rolls over, facing me while I lay on my side. Her eyes are closed, the mesmerizing dark green covered. Suddenly, she came closer, wrapping an arm around me, her head digging into my chest. I freeze, scared that she will wake up. She stays still, a small smile on her face.

I can't move, not wanting to wake her. I relax, closing my eyes. I don't mind having her next to me, feeling her curled against my body. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, her breath fanning over my skin. I let sleep overtake me, my dreams solely of Andy.