A/n: Hey guys! It is time for a new update. I know I've been as anxious as you guys, so I thought it was time to spice things up a little bit. *Hums to Carry On my Wayward Son*Enjoy!

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Chapter 84: All Hell Breaks Loose

It's been a few months since I made it back to the Roadhouse. It was a lot quiet now, especially with Jo gone and doing her own thing. I hadn't seen her since Meg possessed Sam. But every now and then she sent a postcard and Ellen would tack it to the wall beside the phone. It'd been awhile since I thought about Sam and Dean. I wondered if leaving them was a good idea. I wondered if I should have ever opened up my mouth to Dean and all and I wished I could take it back. I wished I could take a lot of things back that happened that night at Madison's and just wish I'd just said something to Sam in the first place. Because what if Sam did like me? But if he did…wouldn't he have said something just like he did with Madison?

Something was missing there. But I guess it was too late to go back. I couldn't just call Sam and be like hey what gives? You know? But, I had to stay strong. I'd been going strong for months now without going back to that headspace. I didn't black out. I had no headaches. No crazy dreams with yellow-eyes or people getting trapped anywhere. I kept myself busy at work, bartending and bussing tables, making some honest money this time. It was just like how it was before I met Sam and Dean. A normal life…ish…except my mom was still gone, and so was my family. My dad and my sister, both dead because of what the demon did.

I still had Ash track down the demon. He thought it was ludicrous that I'd go out by myself to check for his patterns across country. I told him I had no real intention of going out there by myself in knowing that Sam and Dean were already doing that themselves. Sides, Ellen would have my head if she caught me out hunting by myself or if I'd swung Jo over to hunt with me.

No. I had a nice and normal routine going here at the Roadhouse. A couple of hunters even asked for my number and it felt nice to be wanted here and looked at even if all they did was just want to get into my pants. Ash hadn't liked that at all, and nearly broke a hole in the wall or two.

That's when he decided to cool down today and look for more leads on the demon, sitting at a near by table working away on his makeshift laptop. I walked over with a small tray in hand against my hip, and leaned over his shoulder. "Any luck?" I asked.

Ash nearly jumped out of his seat when I asked him. I smirked. "Sorry," I said sheepishly. He shook his head.

"I shouldn't be doing this out here," Ash said throatily.

"You want to go back to your other office?" I asked.

Ash nodded. "And under my covers. Man, this stuff…" he glanced around the bar, nearly empty. It was around the slowest time of night, and we were about to shut down. "This stuff is vital….warped. I'd never seen anything like it."

"That bad?" I arched an eyebrow at him.

He nodded.

I picked up his beer bottle to check how low it was with a little shake in my hands. It was a mouthful and warm.

"Well, why don't you go then? I'll bring you a cold beer on me, a double if you get real lucky?" I asked, sending him a small grin, trying to keep calm as I could be.

Ash nodded. "Sure," he picked up his laptop and headed back to his room, leaving me alone in the bar. I t was my closing shift tonight, so I got to lock up. I needed to take out the trash before I forget, so I started to work on that. After, I would bring Ash a drink. I started to pull out the trash cans from underneath each countertop and put them all in one big trash bag so I can take it out back to the dumpster. I tied it up, pulled it over my shoulder, and headed out of the backdoor out in the cool Nebraska air. I set the trash bag down in the grass and soil, and jumped up a couple times to pop open the big dumpster because I was short, and tossed the trash inside it. Then I reached for the top and closed it on top of the other trash, wrinkling my nose in disgust at the really awful smell it produced.

Once finished, I dusted my hands off onto my jeans and pulled my jean jacket around me tighter to fight the cold. I started to head back inside, but then stopped when I felt a strange sense of evil lurking around me.

"Hello?" I asked.

Then I realized how that must've sounded. "Great, alert it that you're present, that's a sure way to get yourself killed," I muttered to myself.

I sighed and shook my head. I hugged myself for support and wanted to head back inside. It was always creepy out night at here despite the small porch light that was now flickering. I looked up at it and tilted my head to the side.

A strong smell of rotten eggs engulfed my senses and I thought the world was suddenly spinning around me as if I was experiencing vertigo. I toppled over and then dropped unconscious, blacking out completely…

I was asleep.

In a dream.

Feeling calm. Calmer than I had been in a long time.

I didn't feel the world around me so much like it was caving in anymore.

I wasn't around ghosts, or evil. I was just…asleep. Peaceful…

Until a brisk cool wind flapped against my face, and a single rain drop dropped to the side of my cheek and then my eyes. They opened with protest, only to be met with gray skies above me. My hand rested against my stomach, the other on the dewy ground by my side. My eyes danced around my surroundings and landed on somebody next to me. I gasped at who it was, recognizing the laid back plaid look underneath his brown jacket.

"Sam?" I whispered, almost in shock, and sat up from my position, wincing slightly as everything felt slightly achy from lying there for however long.

His face scrunched together slightly before he woke up and turned halfway to see me. I smiled at him.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Nora?" he asked, a puzzled look formed on his fair features.

I nodded. "Yeah. I mean good thing we're fully clothed right?" I joked lamely.

Sam arched an eyebrow and slightly smirked. "Right. Uh, Nora, what are we doing here?"

I pulled myself up off the ground and dusted my hands off. "Actually, I was going to ask you that. You're the expert, remember?" I asked when Sam started to stand up on his own two feet.

"I only asked you because you're the one with the emotions," Sam pointed out.

I nodded and glanced around at our ghost town. That's what it was. A complete ghost town with nobody in it.

"It's empty," I said. "I don't think anyone's been here in a very long time."

"Great," Sam sighed. "Our very old ghost town."

"How did we get here?" I asked.

"I don't know. A minute ago I was with Dean," Sam said with a small frown on his face.

I nodded, "Yeah, I was taking out the trash…and awe, crap," I frowned. "Ellen's gonna kill me."

Sam arched a curious brow at me. I looked at his questionable look and then explained it to him why. "It's my first closing shift by myself. It's just, I've worked so hard to prove to myself that I can actually do it by myself that included a lot of busy nights working nearly by myself with many hunters demanding drink orders and all that. I mean it wasn't easy. Hunting's a lot easier than working under Ellen's roof."

Sam nodded at my answer, understanding.

"Guessing it doesn't matter right now, though, does it?" I said, glancing around our surroundings. "Should we look around?"

"Yeah," Sam said.

We walked further into the small ghost town. Each building was made out of wooden planks to make it look like we were stuck in the old west. I looked around the buildings and the windows to see if I could sense anything, nothing was coming to mind. Sam walked up to the barber shop and peered inside, cupping his hands around the window so he could see better through the rust and dust on the window that must've settled for awhile. Most of the buildings were broken down or the doors were locked, as I've discovered, trying to unlock and open the nearest door beside Sam. Sam looked at me and I shook my head.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" I asked, sending him a small frown.

Sam shrugged, his answer. He was about to walk over to the next set of buildings, but then stopped when a creeking sound heard from behind this building. I heard it too and froze. He waved is hand for me to step back and beside him against the building, while he went to go find a weapon. He found a wooden plank and held it up against his shoulder. I got behind him, and slowly inched our way toward the corner until Sam suddenly stopped when a man screamed in fear. Sam nearly hit him with the wooden plank, but he stopped.

"Andy?" Sam asked.

"Sam!" the man in front of Sam who's name was Andy apparently, cried out in shock. He looked very pale, and had a dark head of messy hair like he just woke up. He was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. "What are you doing here?"

Sam dropped the plank on the ground. No threat. "I don't know," Sam said.

"What am I doing here?" Andy asked.

"I don't know," Sam replied.

"Where are we?" Andy inquired again in freak out mode.

"Andy, look, calm down," Sam began and I smiled.

"I can't calm down! I just woke up in freaking Frontierland!"

"Oh, this is Andy," I said.

Andy looked to me and tilted his head to the side.

"I'm Nora," I said, offering to shake my hand. "Also really confused."

Andy looked too shocked to shake my hand so I just retrieved it back and shoved it into my jean jacket's pockets, rolling on the balls of my feet awkwardly.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Sam asked.

"Honestly?" Andy shrugged with a shake of his head. "My fourth bong load," he replied, making Sam smile and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at that. "It was weird. All of a sudden there was this really intense smell, like uh…"

"Like sulfur?" Sam and I asked in sync. We looked at each other then back at Andy.

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"Dean," Sam said.

I looked over at him fondly as Sam had a thoughtful look on his face, yet I couldn't feel what he was feeling at all, or Andy's for that matter.

"Dean," Andy gasped in excitement. "Your, your brother… Is he here?"

Sam inhaled sharply and looked up. "I don't know where he is," he replied. "I don't know if he's…"

A sudden burst of screams exploded from behind us. I widened my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see where it was coming from. It seemed like that far shed behind us. Sam, Andy, and I ran over to see what or who it belonged to.

"Hello?" Sam asked.

"Help! Help me! Help me, please!" A woman cried from the other end of the wooden door.

"Okay, I'm here! We're gonna get you out, all right? Just hold on a second," Sam said, trying to shake the door open with his hands, but it wouldn't budge. He noticed the lock on the door.

"She's locked in from the outside?" I asked curiously.

Sam nodded and looked around in search for a weapon until he found a rock on the ground. He picked it up and started to bang against the lock.

"All right, one second!" he said.

"Help me, please!" she cried out.

She must've been in fear. I looked on worriedly as Sam tried to smash the lock off till it finally budged and dropped to the floor. He opened the door to reveal a familiar woman with brown hair and a round but kind face.

"Ava?" Sam asked.

"Oh my god…Sam!" she exclaimed and hugged him suddenly, catching him off guard a bit. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned into his chest.

"So, I guess you guys know each other," Andy said.

"Isn't she the girl with visions who saw you die because of our nemesis Gordon Walker? Well, technically your nemesis, and scared Dean and I half to death?" I smirked at him. I turned to Andy to explain conspicuously, "I didn't get to go vampire hunting that time." Andy nodded at me as if he understood me, but he seemed to just nod with it.

"The very one," Sam said sheepishly. "Yeah."

"How did you, I mean how did you…" Ava began but Sam interrupted her.

"Ava, have you been here this whole time?" Sam asked.

"What whole time?" she demanded. "I just woke up in there, like a half hour ago!"

I widened my eyes at her and looked over at Andy, also in shock at that bit of new information. And I couldn't tell what Ava was feeling either.

"Well, you've been gone for five months," Sam explained. "My brother and I have been looking for you everywhere."

"Okay, that's impossible because I saw you two days ago," Ava said, holding out her fingers to make her point.

"You didn't, I'm sorry," Sam shook his head.

Ava frowned. "But that makes no sense…" she said.

"I'm sorry," Sam said with a shake of his head.

"Oh my god… My fiancé, Brady! If I've been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!" she cried.

"Well…" Sam began and an image of Brady's messed up and tangled up body dressed in blood everywhere suddenly came to mind and I winced.

"Um…" I went to stop Sam, maybe it wasn't the best time to tell her about Brady?

"Oh!" she said, noticing Andy and me then.

Andy gave her a small wave. "Hey. Andy. Also freaking out."

"Nora," I said. Ava still looked at me quite puzzled. "We haven't been properly introduced," I said with a small nervous laugh as she looked at me like I was crazy till I stopped the nervous laughter and just hung back next to Andy sheepishly.

"Okay," she turned to Sam. "What's happening?"

"I, uh, uh, I don't really know yet," Sam replied to her. He turned to us, "But I know one thing, what the four of us have in common."

"Hello?" A newcomer's voice startled us, making our heads turn back to the ghost town. "Anybody there?"

"Maybe more than four," Sam said, glancing at me and we marched behind him to check it out.

~*SPN*~

A/n: Probably one of my favorite episodes of Supernatural. :) I loved Andy in this so much. Anyway thank you guys for reading! Follows, favorites, and reviews are always welcomed! More updates soon!