I Am Complete

CHAPTER 12

ANDY'S POV:

The diner food is greasy but delicious. I could eat waffles like this every day. "So, what's the plan?" Dean asks, taking another forkful of his french toast. "I don't know. I might hitchhike, might steal a car and commit a felony. I'll decide after breakfast." I don't usually stay in one place for long. I would either sleep in my car or in a motel, but I don't have a car or a way to travel anywhere. Not an ideal situation. "Do you have somewhere we can drive you, like a house or something?" Sam asks. I shake my head no. "I usually just head wherever there might be a case. My car was technically my home." I frown a little at this.

Sam looks at me and runs a hand through his hair. "Okay. This might sound a little forward, and I promise, we're not trying to be weird-" I interrupt him. "Just spit it out, Sam." I chuckle. "Well. We have a bunker, and you're welcome to stay there until you figure things out." My eyes go wide. "Seriously?" Dean nods yes. "The bunker is huge. There's more than enough space." he explains. "That would honestly be amazing. Also, bunker? Like from the cold war or something?" The boys explain about the bunker and the men of letters. I had heard about them once or twice from my parents, but I didn't know much about them. I thought they were a myth.

"I'll probably only have to stay for a little while. I can't thank you guys enough." I'm relieved. I had no idea what I was going to do. I could ask to stay at the roadhouse, but the new owner isn't very friendly. I was going to try and hitchhike, but staying with Sam and Dean seems like a much better option. "Are you guys really okay with this?" I ask. "Yup. Believe it or not, we actually enjoy your company." Dean says. I smile at this. It's nice to be wanted.

Once we finish with breakfast, we head out to the car. I climb into the backseat again and the guys climb into the front. Dean turns on some music and I bop my head to the beat. For the first few hours, we chat about this and that. They tell me about Castiel, about the bunker, about some of the idiotic stuff they've done. We get lunch at a fast food restaurant, a burger joint.

"Stop stealing my fries, Sam!" I laugh, pulling my carton away from him. "Awww, c'mon, I'm hungry!" he whines. "Fine. You can have one fry." I hand him one fry and he pumps his fist, sticking the fry in his mouth. I see a field of cows and point out at one. "Look! Cows!" I shout. "Do you mean future burgers?" Dean says. I whack him lightly on the head.

After another hour or so, I decide to take a nap. The back seat has no seat belt, so I lay down flat on the seat. One good thing about being short is that I can sleep pretty much anywhere. I can almost lay flat on the seats. I close my eyes and let the gentle rocking of the car lull me into sleep.

When I wake up, I hear talking. I'm about to blink open my eyes, but then I hear my name. I keep my eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep. "I'm glad she's coming to stay with us." Sam says softly. "Me too. She's a nice girl." Dean replies. There's a moment of silence before Sam speaks again. "I really like her, Dean." My heart skips a beat. He likes me? Like likes me? "I know. You're pretty obvious about it. The way you stare at her explains it all." Dean chuckles. "It's just... I haven't felt this way about anyone in a long time. And whenever someone gets close to me, they die. I can't let that happen to her." Sam's voice is sad, the words heavy.

"Sammy, she likes you too. I can tell. Don't let her get away, or you'll always regret it." This advice is surprising coming from Dean. He doesn't strike me as the philosophical type. "How do I tell her? She'll just want to run away." I want to sit up, tell him that I like him back, but I stay silent. "Trust me, Sammy. She looks at you the same way you look at her. She likes you." I hear one of them heave a deep sigh. I assume it's Sam. "I hope you're right." he says.

I wait a few minutes, and once the conversation is clearly over, I blink open my eyes and sit up. "Hello, sleeping beauty." Dean looks at me through the rearview mirror. I give him a smile. I run my fingers through my hair to smooth it down, my fingers getting caught on some of the knots. I look out the window and see literally nothing. It's emptiness in every direction. "Where the hell are we? Mars?" I ask. "Welcome to Kansas. We're only a few minutes out from the bunker." Sam explains.

When we pull up, I'm shocked by how big the bunker is on the outside. I knew they said it was big, but I wasn't expecting it to be this big. Dean parks the car in a giant garage. There are several other cars and a few motorcycles, all shiny and clean. The boys lead me into the main room, and my eyes widen. The walls are lined with books, the ceiling towers over me. Tables are layed out, maps and papers spread out haphazardly. There are several artifacts in glass cases and on stands, things that look like they should be in museums. "Wow." I say quietly.

Sam smiles at my awe. "Welcome to the bunker, Andy."