I Am Complete

CHAPTER 20

ANDY'S POV:

It's been a month since I started staying at the bunker. Three weeks since Sam and I started dating. It turns out that Dean and Cas had a running bet on when we would get together. Dean won. When Sam and I explained what was going on, Dean turned to Cas and said "I told you so!" not the reaction we were expecting, but a good reaction nonetheless. Apparently he'd been rooting for us to get together since the beginning.

It's like we've always been a couple. We know everything about each other, likes and dislikes, habits, hobbies, preferences. I never believed in soulmates, I always thought it was some sort of fairy tale crap. But now I'm starting to believe soulmates could be real. I've never felt the way I feel with Sam before, never felt this way about anyone else. It's both scary and wonderful, all at the same time.

I had only meant to stay at the bunker for a few days, a week at most, but here I am a month later. All of us are sitting around one of the tables, searching for new cases. "I was thinking, I should get a motel room or something in town. I've been staying here for a month, I should really get out of your guys's hair." I say. They all look at me in surprise. "You want to leave?" Dean asks. "No, I just don't want to overstay my welcome." Dean puts down the newspaper he was reading. "Well, we don't want you to leave. As far as I'm concerned, this is your home too." Sam replies. I smile. Home. That's a nice word.

"Thank you. All of you." I say softly. Sam leans down and kisses the top of my head. "Plus, if you move out, I'll be stuck with these idiots." Dean and Cas scowl. "Hey, we're not that bad." Dean argues. I chuckle and flip to the next page of my newspaper. "Texas is always hot, right?" Cas asks, changing the topic. I nod. "Yeah. That's why I try to avoid going there in summer. Heat stroke is no fun." Cas turns his computer to face us. "I don't know much about Texas, but this seems odd."

I take a peek. The article headline reads 'Human Popsicle in Texas'. I scroll down, skimming over the words. "A Texas man, Leonard Boliver, was found dead due to hypothermia in his house, despite the temperature being 105 degrees outside. Police say it's due to an issue with his AC." I look at the boys. "An issue with the AC? Really?" Dean shrugs. "They found the only plausible explanation. At the least the only one they could wrap their heads around." Dean explains. I can understand what he means. It's hard to believe that monsters are real if you've never dealt with one.

"I say we check it out." Sam says. We agree. We pack up and head out to the car, Cas saying that he would meet us there. The drive to Texas is a long one, but it feels like it passes quickly. I spend the whole time chatting with the boys, laughing about this and that. We stop for snacks along the way, picking up a variety of unhealthy food. Sam warns us about the dangers of diabetes, but Dean insists that we won't live past forty anyway. Plus, chocolate is very much worth the risk.

When we arrive in the small town, we drive to the nearest and only motel in town. The motel looks like no one has stayed in it since the seventies. The lights of the motel sign flicker, looking a little ominous. We walk into the office to get a room key. The old lady at the front desk is wearing an old sweater, colored a rather gross shade of brown. Her grey hair is tied back in a messy bun, her glasses barely balancing on the edge of her nose. "Can I help you?" she asks, her voice high and grating. "Um, yeah. We would like one room, two beds please." The lady looks down at us, her eyes narrowed. "I don't want to hear any shenanigans taking place, ya hear?"

Sam clears his throat nervously, and Dean smirks. "Oh, don't worry Miss. I'll make sure there are no shenanigans." He puts extra emphasis on shenanigan, looking at Sam and I. I grab the key from the lady and rush out. We place our stuff in the room, taking a quick look around. "We should go check out the crime scene, see if the man had any family." I say. The boys nod in agreement, and we separate to change into our FBI outfits.

"You guys ready to go?" Dean asks. "Yup. Let's go catch this off-brand Jack Frost."