Why the Winchesters? (COMPLETED)

11: If Demons and Monsters Exist...

I curled up with my head on my duffel bag, my feet pointing to the middle of the car and kept my eyes clamped shut. The light was making the headache worse.

Instead of taking off as fast as we could, Sam and Dean consulted each other outside the closed car doors. I decided it didn't matter as much as the small, vengeful monster smashing around in my head, making it pound. Henri watched the boys, concerned.

All of a sudden, a sound like a car whooshing past way too fast penetrated the door, and Henri jumped. He managed to squeak, "Uh, Andy? I'm just gonna...go and... talk to Dean." Dean's name came out like a question as he opened the car door on his side and almost fell out. He managed to stand up and shut his door.

I didn't move or say anything and kept my eyes shut, the pounding in my head worsening. My car door opened and a strange voice asked, "How long has she been like this?" My head started to make a ringing noise I was pretty sure only I could hear.

Dean answered, a bit too loudly. "About ten minutes, I think? She hit her head on a step pretty hard."

"Too loud," I whimpered.

Sam murmured, a lot quieter than Dean, "Sorry, Andy, but it'll go away in a few seconds."

Dean asked someone quietly, "Can you fix her up? She's scaring Sam." There was a quiet thud and a sound of disagreement, and Dean amended, "She's scaring all of us."

The deep, growly voice from earlier sighed and said, "Yes, I can heal her. but you have no idea what kind of future lays ahead of this poor girl if she continues with you two."

There was a shift as I was slid backwards on the seat a little, my head throbbing intensely. The man, who must be a friend of Sam and Dean's, murmured quietly in my ear, "Don't worry, Andrea Pilosky. Your head will feel better in a moment."

He tilted my head back, slowly and gently enough so that it didn't hurt as bad, and placed a few fingers on my forehead. All of a sudden, my headache was gone. The throbbing, the ringing, everything. The only side effect of this was that now I was extremely tired.

The man started to let go of me, but I grabbed his wrist and whispered, "Thank you."

He patted my shoulder with his free hand and murmured, "You're welcome."

Then he slipped out of my grasp and carefully shut the door, leaving me to sleep peacefully.