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holliSo, apparently I am constitutionally incapable of letting SPN characters I like stay dead. It's not my fault! Andy is too awesome to die! So... I kind of resurrected him? A little? Um. Here, have some fic. I will come up with a title at some point, probably.
Andy's having this totally awesome dream about a hot blonde in a nightie when he wakes up, and he really only opens his eyes at all because the sun coming in through the window is so freaking bright and the floor under his head is really uncomfortable.
And it's not that he's never woken up on the floor in a strange place before-- because, really, he does that like every other week-- but usually his memories of how he got there involve more tequila and bongs and less blood and screaming. And way less dead girl on the floor next to him. And also, his clothes are totally shredded and his chest is, like, one giant scab.
So, not going on Andy's top ten regainings of consciousness any time soon; Oktoberfest '05's crown is still secure.
On the bright side, Andy isn't dead, which is what he'd been expecting once the creepy goat-eyed dude told him about his whole demonic Thunderdome thing. Granted, he'd also said he was rooting for Andy, but even then Andy'd been like, yeah, sure, I bet you say that to all the psychics.
But once he gets outside and finds Jake dead, too, and Sam's jacket nearby in a puddle of what's got to be blood, Andy starts to wonder. Not that he wants to be in charge of whatever ol' goat eyes is doing, mind you, because if there's one thing Andy likes less than violence, it's responsibility.
Andy staggers out of town unmolested by demons, ghosts, or whatever the hell else goes bump in the night, and he makes it to the highway with an hour or so of walking. Once he's around people, at least, things get a lot easier: clothes and food and a ride home are no problem.
Plus, once he makes it back to Guthrie, Tracy's so glad to see him she grabs him by the back of the neck and lays one on him, right there in the diner. It's not that Andy doesn't understand the whole I-still-like-you-but-your-powers-scare-the-bejesus-out-of-me thing she's been going through-- really, it's not-- but he has to admit, he's glad all it took was his mysterious disappearance for her to get over it.
He tells her all of it, later-- about the other psychics, and what happened to them. "I don't want to freak out out, but there's a lot of scary shit in the world, you know? Like, demons and stuff. It's pretty messed up."
Tracy, thank God, snuggles in closer, even snakes an arm around him and pulls the covers up over them both. "But now you know about it, right? If-- if something comes after you again, you'll be prepared." She goes in for another kiss, and man, Andy's grateful for her. Also for the fact that his giant scab situation was basically resolved by the time he got home, which is a relief even if he doesn't remember ever healing that fast before.
He falls asleep, a couple hours later, and when he starts dreaming about the blonde again he feels a little guilty-- like, disloyal to Tracy, even though that's ridiculous. It's just a dream, and it's not like watching a woman stand in front of a crib in her nightgown is one of his top erotic fantasies, anyway.
Come to think of it, that first dream hadn't been particularly sexy either, had it? What the hell had it been about, anyway--
But he's running on dream logic, so it doesn't seem weird that he's suddenly standing beside her, looking down into the crib at a baby.
"Um," he says, not sure where this is going. "Cute kid?"
"Thank you, Andy," she says, and smiles gently. "That's very sweet of you."
He shrugs a little. "Yeah, uh, no problem. Hey, what's going on?"
She's still got that sweet, sad smile, but he realizes there's iron behind it, too. This is one tough lady. "I can't protect my boys anymore," she says. "Not alone. There's too much to be done."
In the crib, the baby kicks and waves its arms, gurgling a little. "Really? Because, I mean, he looks okay. He's got a pretty rockin' mobile, milk on tap, some feet to gum on if he feels like it..." he trails off, because she looks amused, but she's shaking her head.
Then he gets it. "Oh," he says. "You're like my mom. This is how old your kid was when you died, right?" He kind of wonders why this kid gets ghost-mom protection and he doesn't rate. That sucks.
"You can find them, Andy," she says. "The other children, the ones he hasn't hurt yet. There's so much you can do. Sam could, but he's not ready yet, and someone has to warn them."
"Whoa," he says. "Wait. You're Sam's mom?" He looks at the baby again. It screws its face up and starts to wail. "Oh, hey, little dude, it's okay," Andy says. "If it helps any, you're gonna be really tall when you grow up."
"Andy," says Sam's mom. "This is important. You can lead them, you can fight the man with the yellow eyes--"
And then Tracy, who's a restless sleeper, elbows him in the stomach, and Andy snaps awake.
"Whoa," he says to the ceiling, and then, "oh, crap." Because apparently both sides want him to be in charge of things, and Sam's mom might be nice now, but he gets the sense that she could be kind of scary if he pisses her off. Also, he probably owes her his life and stuff.
"Crap," he says again.
Andy's having this totally awesome dream about a hot blonde in a nightie when he wakes up, and he really only opens his eyes at all because the sun coming in through the window is so freaking bright and the floor under his head is really uncomfortable.
And it's not that he's never woken up on the floor in a strange place before-- because, really, he does that like every other week-- but usually his memories of how he got there involve more tequila and bongs and less blood and screaming. And way less dead girl on the floor next to him. And also, his clothes are totally shredded and his chest is, like, one giant scab.
So, not going on Andy's top ten regainings of consciousness any time soon; Oktoberfest '05's crown is still secure.
On the bright side, Andy isn't dead, which is what he'd been expecting once the creepy goat-eyed dude told him about his whole demonic Thunderdome thing. Granted, he'd also said he was rooting for Andy, but even then Andy'd been like, yeah, sure, I bet you say that to all the psychics.
But once he gets outside and finds Jake dead, too, and Sam's jacket nearby in a puddle of what's got to be blood, Andy starts to wonder. Not that he wants to be in charge of whatever ol' goat eyes is doing, mind you, because if there's one thing Andy likes less than violence, it's responsibility.
Andy staggers out of town unmolested by demons, ghosts, or whatever the hell else goes bump in the night, and he makes it to the highway with an hour or so of walking. Once he's around people, at least, things get a lot easier: clothes and food and a ride home are no problem.
Plus, once he makes it back to Guthrie, Tracy's so glad to see him she grabs him by the back of the neck and lays one on him, right there in the diner. It's not that Andy doesn't understand the whole I-still-like-you-but-your-powers-scare-the-bejesus-out-of-me thing she's been going through-- really, it's not-- but he has to admit, he's glad all it took was his mysterious disappearance for her to get over it.
He tells her all of it, later-- about the other psychics, and what happened to them. "I don't want to freak out out, but there's a lot of scary shit in the world, you know? Like, demons and stuff. It's pretty messed up."
Tracy, thank God, snuggles in closer, even snakes an arm around him and pulls the covers up over them both. "But now you know about it, right? If-- if something comes after you again, you'll be prepared." She goes in for another kiss, and man, Andy's grateful for her. Also for the fact that his giant scab situation was basically resolved by the time he got home, which is a relief even if he doesn't remember ever healing that fast before.
He falls asleep, a couple hours later, and when he starts dreaming about the blonde again he feels a little guilty-- like, disloyal to Tracy, even though that's ridiculous. It's just a dream, and it's not like watching a woman stand in front of a crib in her nightgown is one of his top erotic fantasies, anyway.
Come to think of it, that first dream hadn't been particularly sexy either, had it? What the hell had it been about, anyway--
But he's running on dream logic, so it doesn't seem weird that he's suddenly standing beside her, looking down into the crib at a baby.
"Um," he says, not sure where this is going. "Cute kid?"
"Thank you, Andy," she says, and smiles gently. "That's very sweet of you."
He shrugs a little. "Yeah, uh, no problem. Hey, what's going on?"
She's still got that sweet, sad smile, but he realizes there's iron behind it, too. This is one tough lady. "I can't protect my boys anymore," she says. "Not alone. There's too much to be done."
In the crib, the baby kicks and waves its arms, gurgling a little. "Really? Because, I mean, he looks okay. He's got a pretty rockin' mobile, milk on tap, some feet to gum on if he feels like it..." he trails off, because she looks amused, but she's shaking her head.
Then he gets it. "Oh," he says. "You're like my mom. This is how old your kid was when you died, right?" He kind of wonders why this kid gets ghost-mom protection and he doesn't rate. That sucks.
"You can find them, Andy," she says. "The other children, the ones he hasn't hurt yet. There's so much you can do. Sam could, but he's not ready yet, and someone has to warn them."
"Whoa," he says. "Wait. You're Sam's mom?" He looks at the baby again. It screws its face up and starts to wail. "Oh, hey, little dude, it's okay," Andy says. "If it helps any, you're gonna be really tall when you grow up."
"Andy," says Sam's mom. "This is important. You can lead them, you can fight the man with the yellow eyes--"
And then Tracy, who's a restless sleeper, elbows him in the stomach, and Andy snaps awake.
"Whoa," he says to the ceiling, and then, "oh, crap." Because apparently both sides want him to be in charge of things, and Sam's mom might be nice now, but he gets the sense that she could be kind of scary if he pisses her off. Also, he probably owes her his life and stuff.
"Crap," he says again.
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:45 pm (UTC)Oktoberfest '05's crown is still secure.
Dude. What about Cannibis Cup '03?
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-11 04:47 pm (UTC)YAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:48 pm (UTC)I just can't *help* it. People I like are not allowed to stay dead!
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:16 pm (UTC)Very good voice, neat idea.
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Date: 2007-05-11 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-11 06:57 pm (UTC)"Oh, hey, little dude, it's okay," Andy says. "If it helps any, you're gonna be really tall when you grow up."
BWAH! Again with the tall.
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Date: 2007-05-11 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-12 12:28 am (UTC)Your Andy is perfectly adorkable, and I love the idea that he's now in a very, very reluctant leadership role.
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Date: 2007-05-12 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-12 01:37 am (UTC)But that's ok, coz this was awesome. And, um, you realise that you are currently the only person keeping him alive, right? It's your duty to write more! (wow, I realy am shamelessly manipulative when I want sequels, aren't I?)
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Date: 2007-05-12 02:30 am (UTC)And, while it's awfully tempting to make Andy be a grown-up (he doesn't *wanna*) I have an Agent Henriksen story I really should finish before it gets jossed any worse. And, uh, I kind of want to write more of the Max Miller AU thing. Um.
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Date: 2007-05-15 05:26 am (UTC)In the meantime I'm just reading copious amounts of fanfic (ok, I did that for months before watching a single ep) and all the spoilers I come across :)
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Date: 2007-05-14 03:56 pm (UTC)Oh, man, that's just PERFECT.
::loves::
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Date: 2007-05-15 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 06:01 am (UTC)You Rock!
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Date: 2007-05-15 06:11 am (UTC)Andy's alive!
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Date: 2007-05-16 06:58 pm (UTC)Adding the story to my mems.