Andrea Sanders, legendary hunter, is the kind of legend that only the brave and stupid dare to whisper about at night. After ditching the foster system at sixteen, she follows her father's footsteps into the only life she's ever known: hunting down...
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Sam and I were worried about Dean. He hadn't been himself since Carthage, and his birthday was fast approaching. I really really wanted him to be able to enjoy his birthday when it came. Sam and I were trying to plan something small. Cases seemed to be taking Dean's mind off of things at the very least, but I knew first hand how dangerous it was to bottle everything up.
"Sam! Lock up when you guys leave!" I called up the stairs, grabbing my keys to Stanley off of the hook and throwing my purse over my shoulder. The scrubs I was wearing were a dark navy blue and matched the sneakers I shoved onto my feet.
Dean wandered out from the family room, handing me a bottle of water. His green eyes brightened as he trailed me up and down. "You know, it's not the nurses uniform I hoped for, but it certainly looks good on you."
While normally I would hit his arm for such a comment, I couldn't help but smile. It'd taken a few days, but now- almost a week after the incident- it seemed like we were getting back to our relationship of back and forth banter. "Ha ha. Very funny." I chided, dropping the water into my purse. "You guys set to go in today?" He nodded, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile on his lips. "Good. I'll check in with you both when you get there. Remember, the plan is-"
He followed me out the door, waving the words away. "Yeah, yeah. It'll be fine." I rolled my eyes as I climbed into Stanley's driver seat. "Have a good day, Bubbles." The words were sincere, tugging my heart so hard that I had to grip the door to keep from racing back to him. Instead, I just waved with a soft smile and turned the key in the ignition.
Lincoln had been trying to get together for the past week, but I kept avoiding his calls. Was that awful of me? Yes. But after my talk with Ellen, I knew I couldn't keep stringing Lincoln along no matter how good the sex was. The fact of the matter was, I knew I felt something for Dean. Whether those feelings were just lust or something more, I still wasn't sure. Either way, Lincoln deserved someone who could give him their all, not just a few broken pieces they'd managed to scrape off of the pavement after they had shattered.
I turned up the radio, trying to drown out the feelings and emotions simmering inside of me. Honestly, if you'd told me a year ago that I would be letting myself feel things, I probably would have decapitated you for the mere suggestion. These boys had certainly done something to the big bad hunter I used to be. Def Leppard's song Photograph poured out of the stereo by the time I pulled into the parking lot of the psychiatric hospital.
For this case, Sam and Dean had gotten a call from a hunter that used to know their dad. Word was, Martin had gone crazy during a case in Albuquerque. Now he was hauled up here at Sunny Pines and claimed something supernatural was ganking patients. The boys and I were quick to cook up a plan, and I immediately took a job as a nurse with the hospital. The boys, however, had plans to get in deeper as patients themselves. That would go down today.
