Dean dying to save Andie from a hunter trying to kill her.
He didn't think twice. He didn't really even think at all-- he just jumped in front of her, because he couldn't possibly do anything else. Watch her crumble in his arms, watch the life in her eyes go out. He couldn't. And so he didn't.
Instead, there he laid slumped over in Andie's arms, wood piercing his heart, blood pouring out from the wound, heat spreading to every part of his body, vision blurred. An unconventional way to die, but God, did it hurt. Andie's face was crystal clear through the whole mess. Tears spilling over like he'd only ever seen once before, it added that much more to the hurt. She shook her head, pleading through the tears. "Hang on, Dean, please. Please don't go, stay with me. Please." Pulling Dean in closer she brought a wrist up to her mouth, set to bite into her own flesh, but Dean stopped her. His fingers weakly captured her wrist, then trailed up to the palm of her hand and laced their fingers together. His voice was hoarse as he choked out his last words. "Andra.. Evangeline.. Dekas." He turned over and coughed up some blood, sucking in a deep breath when it passed, then lazily looked back up at her through half masted eyes, taking in the last he'd ever see of her. "I.. love you."
As the darkness settled and the world faded away, faded and far away, he could hear her tell him one last time. "I love you, too, Dean." It was a feeling of a feeling, the faint sensation of her lips on his one last time-- then he was gone.
Andie wiggled around from on top of Dean's shoulder, a soft whimper escaping her. She quickly grabbed on to the handle of the fridge, hanging on tight as Dean walked forward only to be pulled back. "I want. Whipped. Cream!" She shouted as she pulled them towards the fridge, only for Dean to sit her down on the kitchen island. Andie was stubborn and persistent and after going around in circles for the past 15 minutes, Dean threw the fridge door wide open and grabbed the can of whipped cream. "You want whipped cream? Fine." Pulling off the top and forcefully throwing it away, he sprayed whipped cream every which way. On her shirt, her neck and chest, across her cheeks, sliding an arm around her waist and settling himself between her legs as he covered the girl in the whipped cream through her fits of laughter and squeals to stop, only reeling a smirk from him.
Dean finally placed the nearly empty can of whipped beside them, nipping at her neck, licking off whipped cream and murmuring lowly as his smirk grew wider against the soft skin of her neck, "Happy now?"
A light laugh left her lips as she tilted his head up towards her, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. With a few more chaste pecks, their kisses deepened. Linking her arms around his neck and tugging him closer, she laughed softly against his lips. Her nose scrunched up a bit in a teasing smile as she whispered, "We're not making it upstairs, are we?"
Calloused fingers already ghosting up her torso and peeling off her shirt, Dean's famous smirk reappeared.
"You're not real." Her voice was steady, though her body visibly shook. She stepped back, her brown eyes narrowed at the figure across from her. Everything, down to the small cocky smirk, screamed Dean Winchester. Her body ached to be close to him, as though every molecule she was made of needed to be with him. But it wasn't him. It couldn't be.
"Never took you for one to be in denial, Dekas." He said smoothly, his eyes twinkling as he stepped forward. She stepped back again, hitting the wall. There was no where else to go. This demon, this ghost...this whatever...she was going to have to fight her way out. But how could she fight an identical copy to the man she loved?
"You're not Dean. He's dead. He's gone." Her voice shook slightly, her resolve wavering as he stepped even closer. Her body reacted, though her brain screamed for her to stop. Her hands traveled up to rest on his shoulders, her head tilted back, and her lips parted just slightly, shattered breath coming from them.
"It's me. I swear. I'll do every fucking test in the book if you want me to, but it's me." His eyes locked with hers, his hand moving to gently cup her cheek. Subconsciously, she leaned into it. Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed him in, a mixture of leather, alochol, and gun powder. No demon could fabricate that smell. No ghost could make her body react the way he did.
"I thought I'd lost you." She choked out, her big brown eyes welling with tears.
"I'm not that easy to get rid of." He grunted, waiting until the moment before she was going to respond before crashing his lips down to hers, his hands tangling into her dark hair as he pulled her close. And all the words flew out of her head because all she could think was how grateful she was that he'd come home to her.
Andie visits Dean's grave on her own for the first time.
Andie carefully sat down on the ground by the plot of turned over dirt-- it was still noticeable there'd been a sifting of earth. That below the surface laid Dean Winchester, green eyed hunter still burned into her thoughts and memories. As she settled beside him, she wondered if this could be considered pathetic. Dean was dead. He was probably downstairs putting people under the knife. So why was she holding on to someone who was far from there? Even with the existence of heaven along with that of Hell, his spirit wasn't roaming around; he wasn't watching. He wasn't listening. Regardless, Andie whispered a tiny hello.
Of course, silence.
Pulling out a tiny flask from her back pocket, she took a swig, then looked around for any on-lookers before pouring a few drops over the dirt. "Sharing is caring, right?" She hugged her knees to her chest and laid her head on top of them, looking down at the dirt with a weak smile. She paused for a moment and swallowed hard, tugging her legs in closer. She murmured lowly against her jeans, "Part of me wishes I would just forget you. Or what I felt--" She rolled her eyes before correcting herself. "Feel." She let out a soft sigh, running her fingertips over her leg. "I was never supposed to... stick around so long. Make so many damn memories. Fall so hard." She laughed weakly, averting her gaze from Dean's grave. She could already hear Dean's low voice in her ear, teasing her and swearing that she was falling for the wrong guy.
Andie sucked in a deep breath, staring down at the dirt. Her voice cracked a bit as she spoke up, tears threatening to fall. "I was never supposed to lose you so early in the game." She tilted her head back, wiping beneath her eyes, trying to shoo the droplets away. She hadn't been ready to lose Dean, even when she accepted that he would in fact die. Knowing he was going and being okay with it were two very different things. And she'd never said the truth out loud. Not until she sat down by that damned pile of dirt. But she fessed up. "Winchester... I'm not okay." She hesitantly looked back down at the earth, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm not smiley Andra Evangeline Dekas, I'm not dealing, and I'm sure as hell not just going to forget that you didn't become one of the most important people in my life."
Her breathing was ragged through bullet tears and Andie quickly fished her flask from her pocket again, taking a long drink from it. Pulling back from the metal bottle, Andie tried to steady her breathing. She clenched her jaw as she climbed to her feet, looking over her shoulder at the grave of that idiot hunter she loved. Her best friend. "And I don't know how to make this one better, Dean. I really don't. The only thing I know how to do is lie through my teeth and say I'm fine-- but you were an idiot for thinking that'd ever come to be true. 'Cause guess what?" She turned on her heel to face the plot of dirt and while she hadn't noticed, she was yelling now.
"All this time, I wanted my best friend! I wanted him, and only him. To be only mine. To be only his. Crazy, huh?" She choked out a weak laugh through her tears, shaking her head. She was talking to a pile of dirt and a corpse. But who else would she talk to? Out of all the offers, all the sympathetic looks and speeches, all the 'I'm sorry's, she just couldn't do it. She couldn't admit that she had come to care far too much for her own good and that while she was taking care of everyone she loved, she couldn't even take care of herself.
Andie licked her lips, rocking on her heels. "Yeah. Crazy. But I don't regret a single second of it." And she didn't. Even as she stood over the grave she watched Dean get buried in; when she could still tell you exactly what he was wearing when he'd been laid underground through watery eyes, she didn't regret a single thing. She didn't want to forget or make the pain go away. She whispered quietly, rubbing the back of her neck. "I just wish you didn't have to go. And I really... really hope that awkward angel of yours can bring you back. 'Cause... I need you, you jerk." Andie smiled weakly through stray tears still falling, then with a slight tip of her flask, left a few more droplets of whiskey and gathered a few fragments of optimism for both their sake. "I'll be seeing you, yeah?"
She nodded-- either to him or herself, she wasn't quite sure. "Yeah."
Turning on her heel, Andie began walking, separating herself from the spot and wiping away at her tear stained cheeks. With a low murmur, inaudible to possibly even the vampire ear, she left him with those famous three words: "I love you."
After spending her last night with Dean at the dance, Andie comes home to all he left her and the sheer fact that he is gone for good.
The night had been perfect. Andie felt sort of like... the Cinderella of the 1920's, coming back from the decade dance with Dean. She'd gotten her dance; she'd gotten his smile, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up as he grinned, the way that made her stomach do flips. She'd gotten his lips on hers, her hands in his. Talking, laughing, like they swore they always would and did until their time was up. And just like in Cinderella, they expired at midnight.
And it hadn't hit her, not completely. But to deny the lurch in her stomach when she walked onto her porch, met with a penguin pillow pet they'd christened Pete and to top it off a letter directed to Andra Evangeline Dekas left in her mailbox... who was she kidding? Regardless, she pushed past the wretched feeling and forced herself to take the two inside. Now, sat in bed, pillow pet occupying her lap and letter in hand... there came beginning of the end.
Her fingertips gently brushed over the edge of the envelope, her eyes flickering over her full name written in his pen. Her index finger swiped under the closing of the envelope, the sound of it opening the only sound in the room. Slowly unfolding it, she began to read the letter. The first words her eyes met: I'm gonna miss you.
Something snapped inside of Andie then-- it was subtle, like the silent snap of a twig, but exactly then is when she broke. Andra Evangeline Dekas, the smiley, gentle vampire, was broken. Tears already threatened to fall, but she fought back. For Dean's sake, she couldn't luck out so quick.
She swallowed hard, taking in every word. A sad smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she recalled on their memories in her house with him, many of them in this exact room. Called back all the times she stubbornly stood by his side no matter what. Waiting on the wings. And as he naturally added, '(Probably seducing me..)' She choked out a minuscule laugh, a hand gently placed over her mouth. It didn't go unnoticed how even then, he could reel a laugh out of her. He really never had failed to make her laugh. To make her smile. She chewed on her lower lip as she read on, the heaviness in her chest growing almost unbareable now.
Andie managed to keep from crying until the very end of the letter. Even through the final judgment that yes, he did want to be with her. Make her his officially, because to be honest, she'd always been his. Her eyes watered, but she did not cry. As she quietly promised to teach the new vampires better, to ride a hovercraft for him and invest in a jetpack when they came around, the tears did not fall. As she made a note to in fact pick up some of his shirts from Sam, and found herself granted full custody of Pete, she didn't even cry then. She stayed strong-- but she could only stay strong for so long. And as he told her one last time that he'd miss her, she finally caved in.
Caved into the broken piece inside of her. The loss. Tears streamed down her face as she quickly folded the letter, setting it aside and hiding her face in her hands. Her breathing was ragged and her shoulders shook as she let herself succumb to the sadness, quiet whimpers escaping her with every deep breath she took, only followed by more tears.
Andie tried to catch her breath, roughly wiping away at her tear stained cheeks, though the action proved useless when even then, she couldn't put back up the dam that kept the tears from falling. She ran her hands through her hair, forcing herself to take big breaths when it became hard to breath. Her eyes fell to the clock on her bedside table. She went silent as more tears pooled in her eyes.
April 28. 12:02 AM.
Her lips parted when she let out a sharp breath, feeling a sharp pain in her chest. Like everything inside of her had stopped. Her hands that had been shaking had even stopped, limply set on top of the pillow in her lap.
Andie stayed that way until 12:10. Hugging Pete to her chest, chin resting on top of him as she sat frozen, the only sign of movement the still steadily falling tears sliding down her cheeks. When she finally moved, she placed Pete by the letter and got up from her bed, walking over to her television. There laid a DVD: a gift from Dean for her birthday. Weakly getting on her knees, she popped the disc into the DVD player, crawled back to sit on the floor with her back against the bed, and watched.
Watched Dean's stupid smug grin. Listened to his stupid jokes that still made her smile, just a little. Laughed weakly when he said he hoped she got mind blowing birthday sex. God knows to who, him or herself, she responded with the smallest of smiles. "Close." She sniffled, wiping away the last of her tears. She might have used up all her body could produce.
“If I’m gone when you’re watching this, if it’s ten years from now, fifty years from now… I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re smiling, I hope you’re safe, I hope you’re okay. And don’t forget me, alright?”
As the video came to an end she was met with another Dean Winchester smile. Andie reached for the remote and paused it, just looking for a while. To forget her best friend, the guy she loved, the one who was always that guy for her when he swore he wasn't. That guy that she could be herself around, let her walls down, not have to fake a smile in the rare occasion she wasn't smiling around him.
Forget him?
A hot tear slid down her cheek as she turned off her TV and crawled into bed, grabbing Pete and taking him with her as she crawled under the sheets.
Reluctantly left in Andie's mailbox, and Pete left on her doorstep.
I'm gonna miss you.
A hell of a lot. You know that, right? Of course you do.
I don't even know what to say in this damn thing.
Remember how I almost killed you? Stake to the heart and everything. But for some reason, I couldn't go through with it.
Because maybe this town taught me something. You didn't ask for this life. It was handed to you. And while some people give into the monster, give into the bloodlust and murder people... you keep your hands clean. I never told you, but I respect you for that. I can't imagine what it's like to be in your shoes. I'd stake myself in a second if it happened to me. But you have amazing self-control, and I really hope it stays like that. Teach the younger ones. Don't let everyone become killers. Because you can set a great example that way.
You've always been there. I just didn't see it. After Sam and Sulez got together, you were the random girl from spin-the-bottle who let me crash at her place. Chasing each other with whipped cream. Acting like a bunch of teenagers. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. Sam's the only one who can do that. Make me feel carefree. Forget about the outside problems for a little while.
You were always there through my relationship with Elena. Waiting on the wings. (Probably seducing me..) Because I could never seem to stay away from you. Couldn't keep my lips off you. There's always been that attraction there. That chemistry. And it wasn't just physical. You ended up meaning more to me than I ever could have imagined.
I wish we could have gotten our shot. If I had more time, I'd make you mine. Officially. Even if it couldn't work out - a vampire and a hunter. What the hell would we have to lose?
I hope eternal life is a friggin' party for you, Dekas. I know you'll manage to have some fun in there somewhere. If there's hovercrafts in the future, then ride one for me. Or get a jet-pack. Should have put that one on the bucket list.
Ask Sam for some of my shirts. He won't care. And I know how much you like them. Take care of Pete. You've got sole custody now. Don't abuse him, or someone'll get child services on your ass.
I'm really gonna miss you, Dekas. I wish it didn't have to be this way.
To say Andie was dreading the conversation she was about to have with Dean would be a massive understatement. She felt so incredibly guilty that it had gotten to a point where she could physically feel it weighing in her chest, her heart sinking low with every thought to the matter. Sam had told her everything; how exactly their mom died, the addiction, his powers. And she just wanted to be able to keep it from Dean-- to let Sam have at it with Alastair, to make that entire heart to heart worth his while. But no matter how hard she tried, how selfishly she wanted Sam to go through with his plan and hopefully save Dean, she couldn't bring herself to do it. To lie to Dean about the one matter he'd trusted her with in the occurrence of his death. And to put it bluntly: it sucked.
Andie pressed her tongue to her cheek, looking up at Dean from the opposite end of the couch, hugging her knees to her chest as she leaned back against the arm rest. She hadn't realized just how long she might have spaced out, caught up in her own thoughts. Swallowing hard and forcing herself to look up from the spot on the couch her eyes had been focused on, in an attempt to finally speak up she couldn't help but avert her gaze again. Her voice was quiet when she gathered up the courage to say something. "Sam... he told me everything." She chewed on her lower lip, rubbing the back of her neck as she struggled with the knot in her stomach. "Told me about the demon that killed your mom. The blood he fed Sam, that gave him his psychic abilities. Killing him-- being able to exorcise demons with his mind." She licked her lips and looked back up at him, unsure exactly how to go about telling him. What she learned; that should be enough. It was already a boat load of information in itself, an entire animal of it's own, and that was only the beginning. How the Hell would she be able to tell Dean what his brother had been keeping from him?
Andie sucked in a deep breath, clasping her hands together as she forced herself to keep her eyes with his. She didn't want to know what she looked right now and she hoped to God that he couldn't see how much she was actually struggling with the ordeal. That she was handing Dean the ammunition to call off the one plan in effect to save his life, just because it's what he would want. She wondered if Sam would place the blame in her five days from now when he was gone. If Dean would place the blame in Andie for not handling the situation sooner. She shook her head, her eyes falling to her hands locking and unlocking fingers, her voice quiet. "He told me because the other night when I found out Ruby was a demon, I asked her if she gave him blood." She hesitated for a moment, her lips parting slightly as she tried to find the right words to finally break it to him. But she quickly realized there weren't any right words. This was his family, and no matter how she said it, it wouldn't make it better. Another hard swallow, her lips forming a thin line as she searched his gaze once more. She couldn't say it. "I'm... Dean, I'm sorry."
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Andie's fingertips carefully outlined the contours of his back as she laid with him, not more than an inch between them at any given point. She didn't even have to look anymore to know the way over his shoulder blades and spine, or the just barely there scars; she knew the trail by heart. It allowed her to keep her eyes with his with every word she said, each one only a whisper. "Are you scared?" Dean scoffed. "No." Andie was quick to shoot him an incredulous look, making it known she wasn't buying it. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering over her features as he let himself become immersed in his own thoughts. Finally, he gave her a fraction of a nod. He was terrified.
Andie scooted in just a bit closer, her lips nearly touching his as she spoke. "I'm sorry." She sighed quietly, but continued. "That you're going back. That you're leaving all of this-- leaving Sam. I'm sorry." His expression softened just a bit as he listened to her timid voice; it reminded him of why this place had grown on him so much. Having people who actually gave a crap about him, people who were in it for the long haul when he sure as hell didn't deserve it. When he wouldn't even live through the long haul. He chewed on his lower lip, searching her gaze as he lifted a hand to her hair, brushing away the curls framing her face. "Don't be sorry, Dekas." His hand dropped from her hair to run down her spine, resting on the small of her back. "I swear to God, if you ever tell anyone I said this..." He shook his head a bit, but continued anyway. "Look, just.. while I'm being honest. Yeah. I'm scared as hell. But when I'm with you?" He shrugged. "It's not so bad."
