R | SPN | Stranger Things Have Happened
Title: Stranger Things Have Happened
Words: 13,000
Rating: R - bad words, mentions of sex, violence (but nothing awful)
Summary: When Sam's listless over Dean's disappearance, Andie insists they go out on the road to track him down.
Notes: You can all thank timehasa_way for enabling this 'verse to go to a fifth chapter. Title from Foo Fighters song of the same name.
THEN
[ Long Train Running: The Boys make their way to Chicago to investigate a series of train accidents. But it's not as easy as they thought it'd be, especially when they meet a girl who takes a liking to Sam and utter dislike to Dean.]
Dean Winchester wasn’t very comfortable having to deal with Andie Carson. He was afraid of all the horrific things she would see in his future and that she'd tell him frame by frame what would happen in the moments of his death. Or Sam’s. They’d both already witnessed the other dying, they didn’t need to deal with it again. Besides that, she was kind of a bitch sometimes.
When she caught them and the Impala camped in the corner of the cul de sac closest to her house, she flipped them the bird - or Dean, really, as she had yet to trade a word with Sam - and went back up the driveway with the morning paper in hand.
“She really doesn’t like you.”
“You see things?”
“I guess. Like scenes.”
A few minutes in the car, and Andie had calmed down enough to answer Dean’s questions with a little less bitterness. He was entirely too thankful for it. “So, you’re a psychic?”
She snorted. “Uh, no.”
“You see things happen.”
“They’re more like premonitions. Future things.”
Andie nodded and focused more on the picture as it came into focus and she saw herself sitting beside him, looking through maps and files and journals, searching so desperately for information. They were talking, but she couldn’t hear words, she just knew Sam was worried and she was helping him. Helping to find … someone? She wasn’t sure. So much for happy, she grunted to herself before repeating the whole ‘Sam is happy’ motto. The picture flipped and she saw them lying together in a hotel bed, sleeping peacefully. And the warmth spread further, making her smile.
[ Can't Find My Way Home: When Andie has visions of Sam in rough shape and Dean loses track of his brother, they team up (to Dean's reluctance) to get him back. But things get complicated when Andie is drawn into the situation and is actually a key piece of the puzzle.]
But then the elevator dinged and let her off on her floor and she was halted in the elevator lobby, feeling her eyes burn and vision go shaky. The music continued pounding through her ears even while everything blurred and then she saw Sam, huddled in the corner of some unknown room, red paint everywhere, flickering lights. And his hands and feet were bound together. He barely moved, she couldn’t even tell if he was breathing, but there were edges of mean eyes - dark with evil but the colors were bright - and it scared the crap out of her. She focused enough to catch bruises and cuts and blood across his face, one eye nearly swollen shut.
And that’s when it rushed upon him. “Sam?” Andie nearly cried out, but as quietly as possible because she still wasn’t sure who or what was lurking around. She slid to the floor before him, picking up his head and seeing all the injuries from the torture. The swollen eye, cuts at his cheek and around his mouth, bruises along his temple. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great,” he replied with a tip of his head forward.
“Hey, hey, Sam.” She picked his face up again and tried to position herself right in front of his good eye. “Hey, it’s Andie. Remember?”
His hands, still tied at the wrists, reached forward and grabbed at her forearm. “What’re you doing here?”
She frowned at how weak he sounded and how slowly he was moving. “We came for you. Dean and Bobby, too.”
Andie looked to Sam then back to Anna, who continued to speak with her silently. They wanted her sight to find where the stray, fallen angels were. The ones who had aided Lucifer in his war. Ones Sam and Dean had failed to find. She looked to Zachariah, who shrugged, as if he was just asking for a ride to the store. “No loose ends. We need to remove the blemishes from our army.”
She stole a quick glance at him, but turned back to Zachariah. “I go with you, and then you let them off this crazy leash and never bother them again.”
Bobby went with him to Sam’s room, to find him pale in places that weren’t marked with purple and green bruises. Dean stared, his throat drying out and his eyes wet. Bobby rested a hand on his shoulder. “He’s been out since this morning. They’re watching him though.”
"What do you see?” She looked to him with raised eyebrows. “For Sam. What is it? You two? Together?”
She looked a little uncomfortable to say it but also a little pleased with the idea. “Yeah.”
“No more hunting?”
“Eventually, no.”
Dean tapped a hand at Andie’s elbow. “I gotta check on something. Go on in there.”
She smiled and watched as his face warped from hopeful into something strange that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.
His hand squeezed at her arm and he fought with his words. “Take care.”
As he went down the hallway, she watched his back, so confused with the weirdness. “Dean?” she called out and took a few steps forward. But he only raised a hand in reply and continued walking.
NOW
Words: 13,000
Rating: R - bad words, mentions of sex, violence (but nothing awful)
Summary: When Sam's listless over Dean's disappearance, Andie insists they go out on the road to track him down.
Notes: You can all thank timehasa_way for enabling this 'verse to go to a fifth chapter. Title from Foo Fighters song of the same name.
THEN
[ Long Train Running: The Boys make their way to Chicago to investigate a series of train accidents. But it's not as easy as they thought it'd be, especially when they meet a girl who takes a liking to Sam and utter dislike to Dean.]
Dean Winchester wasn’t very comfortable having to deal with Andie Carson. He was afraid of all the horrific things she would see in his future and that she'd tell him frame by frame what would happen in the moments of his death. Or Sam’s. They’d both already witnessed the other dying, they didn’t need to deal with it again. Besides that, she was kind of a bitch sometimes.
When she caught them and the Impala camped in the corner of the cul de sac closest to her house, she flipped them the bird - or Dean, really, as she had yet to trade a word with Sam - and went back up the driveway with the morning paper in hand.
“She really doesn’t like you.”
“You see things?”
“I guess. Like scenes.”
A few minutes in the car, and Andie had calmed down enough to answer Dean’s questions with a little less bitterness. He was entirely too thankful for it. “So, you’re a psychic?”
She snorted. “Uh, no.”
“You see things happen.”
“They’re more like premonitions. Future things.”
Andie nodded and focused more on the picture as it came into focus and she saw herself sitting beside him, looking through maps and files and journals, searching so desperately for information. They were talking, but she couldn’t hear words, she just knew Sam was worried and she was helping him. Helping to find … someone? She wasn’t sure. So much for happy, she grunted to herself before repeating the whole ‘Sam is happy’ motto. The picture flipped and she saw them lying together in a hotel bed, sleeping peacefully. And the warmth spread further, making her smile.
[ Can't Find My Way Home: When Andie has visions of Sam in rough shape and Dean loses track of his brother, they team up (to Dean's reluctance) to get him back. But things get complicated when Andie is drawn into the situation and is actually a key piece of the puzzle.]
But then the elevator dinged and let her off on her floor and she was halted in the elevator lobby, feeling her eyes burn and vision go shaky. The music continued pounding through her ears even while everything blurred and then she saw Sam, huddled in the corner of some unknown room, red paint everywhere, flickering lights. And his hands and feet were bound together. He barely moved, she couldn’t even tell if he was breathing, but there were edges of mean eyes - dark with evil but the colors were bright - and it scared the crap out of her. She focused enough to catch bruises and cuts and blood across his face, one eye nearly swollen shut.
And that’s when it rushed upon him. “Sam?” Andie nearly cried out, but as quietly as possible because she still wasn’t sure who or what was lurking around. She slid to the floor before him, picking up his head and seeing all the injuries from the torture. The swollen eye, cuts at his cheek and around his mouth, bruises along his temple. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great,” he replied with a tip of his head forward.
“Hey, hey, Sam.” She picked his face up again and tried to position herself right in front of his good eye. “Hey, it’s Andie. Remember?”
His hands, still tied at the wrists, reached forward and grabbed at her forearm. “What’re you doing here?”
She frowned at how weak he sounded and how slowly he was moving. “We came for you. Dean and Bobby, too.”
Andie looked to Sam then back to Anna, who continued to speak with her silently. They wanted her sight to find where the stray, fallen angels were. The ones who had aided Lucifer in his war. Ones Sam and Dean had failed to find. She looked to Zachariah, who shrugged, as if he was just asking for a ride to the store. “No loose ends. We need to remove the blemishes from our army.”
She stole a quick glance at him, but turned back to Zachariah. “I go with you, and then you let them off this crazy leash and never bother them again.”
Bobby went with him to Sam’s room, to find him pale in places that weren’t marked with purple and green bruises. Dean stared, his throat drying out and his eyes wet. Bobby rested a hand on his shoulder. “He’s been out since this morning. They’re watching him though.”
"What do you see?” She looked to him with raised eyebrows. “For Sam. What is it? You two? Together?”
She looked a little uncomfortable to say it but also a little pleased with the idea. “Yeah.”
“No more hunting?”
“Eventually, no.”
Dean tapped a hand at Andie’s elbow. “I gotta check on something. Go on in there.”
She smiled and watched as his face warped from hopeful into something strange that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.
His hand squeezed at her arm and he fought with his words. “Take care.”
As he went down the hallway, she watched his back, so confused with the weirdness. “Dean?” she called out and took a few steps forward. But he only raised a hand in reply and continued walking.
NOW