I Am Complete

CHAPTER 10

TW: Stitches, a guy being gross

SAM'S POV:

"This is going to hurt." I say. Andy nods. "I know, just get it over with." I unscrew the top of the alcohol and Andy pulls up her sleeve. "Ready?" she nods. I pour the alcohol over her cut and she hisses, her jaw tensing. "You ok?" I ask. "Been better." Dean hands me the thread and needle for the stitches. I sit down on the bed next to her, and I lean in. "Do you want to bite down on something or-" she waves her hand. "I'll be fine." I really don't want to hurt her, but we need to stitch this up.

I ease the needle into her skin and her eyes scrunch up in pain. I try to finish the stitches as fast as I can. Every time she makes a noise of pain, my heart hurts. Once the stitches are done, she falls back on the bed and splays out her arms. "I need a nap and then a drink." she mumbles. "We have no plans..." Dean says. "I'm taking a shower and then I'm taking a nap. If either of you wake me up, I will personally send you back to hell." She walks into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

A few minutes later, the water stops. "Fuck! I forgot to grab clothes! Can one of you throw some in here?" she shouts. "She's your love interest, you do it." Dean whispers. I roll my eyes, but I stand up. I walk over to her bag and pull out a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I grab a bra and a pair of underwear, stuffing it on the bottom of the pile. I feel awkward even looking at it. I knock on the bathroom door. "I'm coming in!" I shout.

I cover my eyes and open the door, feeling around for the sink. I drop her clothes on top and leave the room, Andy yelling thank you after me. "So? Did you see anything?" Dean smirks and raises his eyebrows. "No, Dean. I respected her privacy and kept my eyes closed like a decent human being. If I'm going to see someone without clothes on, it's going to be consensual."

The door opens and Andy walks out, dressed in the clothes I brought her. "I'm exhausted and I need a nap." She mutters. She climbs into the bed and lays down, closing her eyes. "She has the right idea." Dean says, laying down in his bed. "I'm going to shower, you guys get some rest." I don't get a reply. Both are fast asleep.

ANDY'S POV:

The bar is bustling. The crowd is thick, the noise close to overwhelming. We grab a table near the back where it's quieter. "I need a beer, ASAP." Dean says. "I can go grab them, I'll be right back." I stand up, pushing my chair out. I straighten my dress, a black cocktail dress. It's tight, my bust just barely peeking out over the top. I feel amazing in this dress, I feel attractive. This is the kind of dress you wear to seduce someone. And maybe I'm hoping to seduce someone tonight, a certain hunter.

I head to the bar, carefully moving between people. I give the bartender our orders, and sit on a bar stool to wait. I hear creaking as a man comes to sit next to me, leaning his arm on the counter. "Hey there, beautiful." He slurs his words, the alcohol clear on his breath. I have to fight the urge to gag. "Hi." I say curtly, turning so I'm looking away from him. "What're you doing here all alone? Surely someone must have scooped you up by now." I gesture towards Dean and Sam. "I'm not here alone. Please buzz off, I really don't want to have to stab you."

The man looks shocked for a second, but then he gives me a smirk. "Sassy. I like that." I roll my eyes. "I'm not interested. Take a hint." I hiss. The man scoots closer, and our knees touch. I can feel his breath on my face, and I lean back a bit. "C'mon, baby. Loosen up a bit." he places a hand on my thigh, and I push it away. "Touch me again and I'll take a finger." The man is either too drunk to understand or too dumb, because he places his hand on my thigh again, slowly moving it upwards.

I push him away, standing up. "Fuck off, okay? I said no." The man glares at me. "I'm trying to be nice. Can't you take a compliment?" He says loudly. "It's not a compliment to keep touching and harassing me." The man stalks toward me, grabbing my arm. I'm about to pull out a knife and stab him, but someone pushes him away from me. "She said no, asshole. Leave her alone." Sam stands in between the man and I, Dean off to the side.

"Why're you protecting her? You want in on the action? We can share, I bet the slut would like that-" and that's when the fighting starts.