You expected Dean to follow you as you stomped loudly on the way to your room. Fumbling with your key, you kept an eye to the side, waiting to see Dean come striding over to you, yelling and pulling you back to your room.

He did come out of the room, slamming the door behind him. But what you didn't expect was the fact that he turned the other way, his long legs striding down the hallway, before shoving open the door that led to the stairs. Not once did he turn back to look at you, and with a sob stuck in your throat, you finally were able to open your door. Slamming it behind you, you leaned up against it. In a way you were disappointed. Disappointed in yourself that you didn't handle your argument with Dean better. Frustrated that he didn't trust you enough to let you ride this one out. But you also felt your heart fluttering at the thought that he cared enough about you that he wanted to protect you, and keep you safe.

Wondering how the rest of the evening would go, if Andrew would make another attempt tonight, you paced your room, nervous and uneasy. For every step you took, you wanted to take another one, back to Dean, and apologize for not taking his offer. You hated this, the waiting, the wondering. But it was worse when you were alone, with only your imagination to make things worse. 

Feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pulled it out, seeing Sam's name pop up on the screen. "Yeah?" You asked him, wondering why he didn't just walk down the hallway, and knock on your door.

"Is Dean with you?" He asked, a little concern lacing his words.

"No, I saw him take the stairs earlier." You answered him. "Do you want me to come over?"

You heard him sigh, and even though you were just getting to know him, you pictured him using his hand to brush his hair back from his face. "No, I just... I wanted to start with the plan." He muttered. "I just wanted to make sure he was up here, to make sure things with you didn't go south."

"Sam, I get why he's mad, but it isn't like him to just walk away from a job, is it? He will come back." You told him, trying to convince yourself as much as Sam.

"Maybe we should forget about trying to do this tonight. Wait until we are all on the same page, and try again tomorrow." Sam started to suggest, but you stopped him.

"No, we can't do that. If we wait, he might target someone else. And I don't want anyone else to die. Please." You pleaded.

You heard him sigh, and you knew you had won. "Fine, but make a circle of salt so you can stay inside of it. Keep your phone with you, and call me at the slightest thing. Hopefully Dean will be back soon, and he can stick around to keep you safe."

You nodded, then laughed when you realized he couldn't see you. "Of course. But Sam, please be careful." 

He chuckled slightly. "We should be telling you that. I hate to say it, but you might make a hunter yet."

You smiled at the admission. "But why would you hate to say it?" You asked.

"Because I hate seeing people getting into this life. Because it sucks the life, and hopefulness out of you. And I don't want to see that happen to you." He said sadly. "But, I know you have feelings for Dean, and I have a feeling you will follow him to the ends of the Earth if need be. But for now, I need to go and try to stop this ghost from killing more people."

He hung up, and you pocketed your phone, before grabbing your container of salt. Glancing around the room, you found the widest spot in the room, making a circle with the salt that was just big enough for you to stand in, using all of your salt. 

Now it was just time to wait. Shivering, you weren't sure if it was from fear or the cold that was currently seeping into your room. You kept turning in a circle, scared that Andrew was going to catch you off guard. You stayed inside your circle, just as you had promised Sam, but soon your bladder got the better of you, and you felt yourself dancing in the circle.

"Damn it." You cussed, knowing you weren't going to last much longer before your bladder would burst. Frustrated beyond belief, you stepped over the salt line, freezing as you waited for Andrew to come and get you. When the lights didn't flash, and the room didn't grow any colder, you breathed a sigh of relief. Rushing into the bathroom, you quickly did your business, your body tense to run at any moment. 

Feeling foolish for being so nervous and scared, you walked right back into your room, heading straight for your salt circle. But you stopped at the threshold of the bathroom, noticing instantly that something wasn't right. The lights were completely off, no flickering, no slight burn, nothing. You felt goose bumps start to rise across your skin. During your absence the room had grown considerably colder, and if you had been able to see, you would have seen the breath escaping your mouth in puffs.

"Did you miss me?" Andrew's voice rang from inside the room, but you weren't sure where. You were frozen to the spot, needing to rush to your salt circle, but knowing if you did you might run straight to him.

Deciding that playing along was your only choice, you nodded, knowing that as a ghost he would be able to see it.

"Good. Now come here." He ordered you.

Your heart in your throat, you took a hesitant step forward before stopping. "Please. Andrew, can you turn on a light. I don't want to hurt myself."

"Of course my dear." He answered you, and within seconds the light at the far end of the room shone brightly, illuminating the small room. He was standing near the windows, his hands placed behind his back, his legs spread slightly apart. Your salt circle was between you and him, and if you followed his lead, you might be able to step inside it before he realized your intentions.

"Thank you." You answered, your voice trembling.

He stayed where he was, his dark gaze heavy on you. "I told you I would come back. Did you change your mind? Did you choose me?" 

Your chest heaving, you took another short step closer to him, broken between wanting to try to rush out the door, or stepping into the safety of the circle. You knew you needed to distract him as long as possible, but you weren't sure you were brave enough.

"I believed you. Yes I did change my mind." You told him, wondering what you were getting yourself into.

Another step, then another. You were slowly getting closer to the salt circle, but it still seemed a mile away. Your knees almost buckled at one point, and you had to stop to catch your breath.

"Good. Does that mean you choose me?" He asked again, a smirk turning his face sinister in the glow of the lamp.

You weren't sure you wanted to answer that question. You brought your gaze down, looking straight at the circle, knowing you could reach it within two steps. But before you could do anything, Dean's voice rang out from behind the door, startling both you and Andrew. "Y/N, are you okay? The doors locked! Is Andrew in there with you?"

"You would never choose me!" Andrew yelled, Dean's voice angering him. He noticed where your gaze was, and with a flick of his hand, the windows behind him opened, and the breeze blew in, blowing the salt across the floor ruining your circle.

"Dean!" You screamed, trying to move backwards, but tripping over the leg of the desk. 

"Y/N, get in the salt circle!" He yelled, and you could hear him banging on the door, trying to break it down.

"Little too late for that!" You exclaimed, standing up. Your body sore from your fall, it took you a moment to straighten all the way up, and when you did you felt the breath rush out in one whoosh. A pair of dark eyes met yours, just inches away. Andrew was standing right in front of you, his evil smirk turned into a glorious frown, one that did not bode well for you at all. "Oh shit." You muttered, knowing you were screwed.