I Am Complete

CHAPTER 9

ANDY'S POV:

My eyes slowly open. I'm warm. Someone's holding me. It's nice.

Wait. Someone is holding me. Who the hell is holding me? All of last night comes rushing back. I look up a bit. Sam's head is resting on the pillow next to me, his eyes closed, still asleep. I look down. His arm is wrapped around me, holding me against his chest. I'm pretty sure I was cuddled up to him like this all night. Holy shit. Maybe if I can squeeze out of his grip, he'll never have to know this happened. I honestly just want to stay here though. I don't want to move, to end this moment. I want to go back to sleep, stay here for a few moments longer.

"Awww, look at the two love birds!" Dean shouts out. I make it look like I'm waking up, rubbing my eyes. Sam rises, his hair a messy halo around his head. He yawns a bit and looks around. "Good morning." He mumbles, straightening his shirt. Dean looks between the two of us, a smirk on his face. "What're you smiling about?" I say, glaring at him. "Nothing. It's just, you two were cuddled up like a married couple." He chuckles. Sam blushes, hands combing through his hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" I cut him off. "It's fine. Really. Don't worry about it." I give him a smile. He nervously smiles back, the blush on his cheeks clear against his skin. I crawl out of the bed, stretching my muscles. "I'm gonna change, then let's get some breakfast. I'm starving." I unzip my duffle and pull out a pair of black jeans, the knees ripped. They weren't originally ripped, but I was dealing with a werewolf and one of the knees got ripped, so I ripped the other one to match. I also pull out a back t-shirt with the white AC/DC logo on it.

"Nice shirt." Dean says. I smile at him and make my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I get dressed, brush my hair, brush my teeth, and put on my lipstick. I don't necessarily need the lipstick, I just feel better when I'm wearing it. Makes me feel more badass. I pack up my toiletries, making sure everything is in place. "I'm coming out. You guys decent?" I shout. The boys say yes, so I unlock the bathroom and walk out. The boys are dressed, their flannels pulled over their shirts.

"Let's get some breakfast. I'm starving." As if on cue, my stomach rumbles quietly. We leave the room, deciding to take separate cars. The drive on the way to the diner is silent, my mind replaying the last twenty four hours. I was expecting the Winchesters to be a bit more gruff and scary, but I was happily surprised. I mean, the boys look tough, but Dean is really chill and Sam is a sweet, extremely tall nerd. My thoughts drift back to Sam. His smile. The way he laughs. How I liked being held by him. I have to admit, I'm completely smitten.

It's terrible.

When I arrive at the diner, I hop out and walk inside, meeting the boys at one of the booths. We order some food and begin to discuss our plan to take out the vamps. "So, I scouted out the nest before you guys came. It's an old farmhouse, falling to pieces. Looks like it hasn't been fixed up since the forties." I tell them. I give them all the information I have about the farmhouse and the nest, which isn't a whole lot.

We finish our breakfast and head out to the cars. I give them the directions to the farm house and we begin the drive there. When we arrive at the nest, we park and grab our weapons. I share the dead man's blood with them, coating their daggers as well as mine. "You guys ready to go?" I ask. The boys nod. We silently stalk our way to the farm house, trying to make as little noise as possible. The vamps should be asleep, but if we wake them up, things get a lot harder. I carefully push open the door, and the hinges creak. I flinch, waiting for the vampires to wake up. They stay still. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Sam and Dean follow me in, knives bared. I gesture to show that I'll take the four vamps nearest to me. I stalk forward, standing above the first vamp. I bring my knife up and slam it down, severing the head from the neck. Blood hits my face and I grimace. I move to the next vamp, and I'm just about to raise my sword over my head when I hear Sam scream "Andy! Behind you!" I whirl around, but not fast enough. The vamp throws me against the wall, my body cracking the molding wood. I groan, pain radiating from my back.

I get up, wielding my knife. I charge at the vamp, and he grabs my arms. I kick his stomach and he falls back, and I use that opportunity to get the upper hand and pin him down. His claws come out and he scratches my arm and I recoil, biting my lip at the pain. He grabs my neck, choking me. I bring my machete up and slice off his head, the hands around my neck going limp. I savour the quick moment of relief before heading to kill another one.

I look across the room and see Sam taking out another one, his lips set in determination. Dean is taking on two at once, his shirt covered in blood. I can only hope it's not his. Another vamp sneaks up behind Sam, and I run at him, tackling him to the ground. I take off his head, and Sam finishes off the one in front of him. Dean takes out the last one, sweat running down his face. We're all out of breath and covered in blood, but that seems relatively normal for what we do. "We got them all?" Dean asks. "Yup. You guys okay?" The boys nod.

Sam looks at me and his brow furrows. "You're bleeding." I look down at my arm, and he's right. The cut that the vampire left is rather deep. The adrenaline is starting to wear off, and the pain is slowly starting to return. "Well. That's not good." I say, putting some pressure on the wound. We walk outside, closing the barn door behind us. I look towards my car, and I see someone in the front seat. "FUCK!" I shout, racing towards my car. The boys follow behind me, but we're too late. The car squeals away, dust spraying up as it leaves.

"We must have missed one." Sam says. I give a scream of frustration. "Seriously? What is it with my luck this week?" I yell. Sam comes up to me. "We should get that cut fixed up. We can figure out what to do about your car later." I know he's right. I climb into the back seat of their car, trying my best to keep blood from getting on the seats. I swear, my luck just keeps getting worse.