I Am Complete

CHAPTER 25

SAM'S POV:

Andy lays the paper on the ground outside, in a patch of dried dirt. "This feels wrong." she murmurs. I grab her hand. "I know. But we have to do it." she nods. I flick the lighter open, the fire igniting. I hold it above the painting. Then I'm swept from my feet.

I hit the ground hard, the grass doing nothing to soften my fall. Andy calls out my name, running towards me. I look up and see the Yuki-onna hovering over me, her hair flying around her head. Her kimono ripples, the white fabric almost blinding. Her lips are tinged a light blue, her eyes black. Andy is about to hit the spirit with some salt, but the Yuki-onna throws Andy to the side with a flick of her hand. She does the same to Dean, and I hear him land with a grunt.

The Yuki-onna opens her mouth, coming closer and closer to my face. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Andy shouts, pushing me out of the way. The Yuki-onna grabs Andy, trading me for her. She holds Andy down, sucking the life force from her body. Blue light leaves her mouth, a choking sound coming from her throat. "ANDY! DEAN, HELP!" I race towards her, but the Yuki-onna throws me back. I stand up, looking wildly for anything that could help. "Sam! Lighter!" Dean throws me the lighter, and I catch it. I race towards the painting and light it.

I drop the lighter, the fire immediately engulfing the painting. The Yuki-Onna screams, her voice a mixture of multiple voices. Fire climbs up her body, disintegrating her. She disappears, nothing left of her but a cloud of smoke. I run over to Andy, kneeling on the ground next to her. She's pale, her eyes closed.

"Andy? Andy, please, wake up." I beg, my fingers finding her pulse point. Her skin is cold as ice, her lips tinged blue. Her pulse is faint underneath my fingers, but it's there. Dean kneels down next to me, worry written on his face. "Is she alive?" I nod quickly. Dean heaves a sigh of relief. "She's freezing. We need to get her warm." I say. "We need to get her into lukewarm water, otherwise the temp change could shock and stop her heart." Dean nods. He runs towards the house, racing inside. I put an arm under Andy's knees and an arm under her head, picking her up.

Her body is freezing against me, the cold reaching through all my layers of clothes. "C'mon, Andy. You're going to be okay." I think I say that to assure me more than her. I hold her close, trying to warm her up as best I can. I follow in Dean's footsteps, speeding towards the house. Her head sits against my chest, the only sign that she's alive the small bursts of breath I see as her chest moves. When I enter the house, Jeremy points me in the direction of the bathroom, leading me there.

The bathroom is big, with a white tub almost halfway filled with water. Dean sits next to the tub, sleeves pulled up to his elbows. I gently lower Andy into the water, the cuffs of my suit getting wet. I make sure to cradle her head, keeping it above water. Jeremy looks over my shoulder. "Is she going to be okay?" he asks worriedly. "She has to be." I reply.

If she's not, I don't know what I'll do. I can't take another loss like this. Not again. I love her. I can't let her die because she was saving me. Her clothes flow around her in the water, vibrant against the cream of her skin. Her chest gently rises and falls. Her hair floats around her head, a deathly crown. She looks so weak right now, the opposite of the woman I know. I have to fight back the fear threatening to swallow me.

Her arm twitches, and she makes a small noise. "Hey. I'm right here. You're okay." I say softly. Her eyes open, blinking a few times. "Sam?" she asks quietly. "Yeah, sweet heart, it's me. I'm here." She tries to sit up, but can't do it on her own. I help her sit up, the water dripping from her hair. "What happened?" She asks. "The Yuki-onna almost got you. You were saving my ass." I chuckle. Andy tries to rub some warmth back into her arms. I aid her in standing up, and Dean hands her a towel. She wraps it around herself, shivers still wracking her body.

"Let me go get you a change of clothes. My husband is closer to your size, I can lend you some of his stuff. He won't mind, he's away on a business trip." Jeremy says. He walks out of the bathroom, leaving the three of us alone. "How do you feel?" Dean questions. "Cold. Y'know, like I almost just froze to death." I smile. Despite almost dying, Andy still has her sense of humor. I hug her, her wet arms wrapping around my back. "I'm glad you're okay." I whisper. "Me too." I give her a quick kiss. I guess it takes a lot more than an angry ice spirit to get Andy down.