[Detroit!AU: when the man comes around]

[stilljustandrew]

Ever since they started what he's been mentally referring to as the Interdimensional Witness Relocation Program, Andrew's been getting most of his sleep at Milliways. Between helping Sam Winchester settle in at the Academy as a putative Watcher-in-training and trying to juggle his own schedule around that, there hasn't been time to sleep at home.

Especially since about half the time he finds himself lying awake anyway, jittering from a combination of nerves and caffeine.

Andrew rolls over, bunches up the pillow under his head, and lets out a sigh of tired frustration as he tries to relax again.

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[gavemea_45]

Sam looks up from the dusty tome he's been poring over.

The small, dormitory-style Academy room is spartan, but comfortable enough. It's clear Sam's been keeping it clean and organized in near-military fashion; his bed is made, his weapons remain neatly packed in his duffel save for any that he's wearing, and his few clothes are folded neatly on the wardrobe shelf or arranged in straight lines on hangers below.

"Andrew, hey-- and no, I'm not," he adds, immediately, pushing his chair back. "What's up?"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew slips in and shuts the door behind him before he answers.

"I, uh." He rubs his palms unthinkingly against his jeans. "I was, I was at Milliways to get some sleep, and ... I just had a visitor."

[gavemea_45]

"A visitor?" Sam straightens in his seat, his glance going past Andrew to the door as if he might be able to see someone there.

"-- Dean?"

[stilljustandrew]

His heart constricts, sharply and painfully.

"No," he says, and hates how flat and bald it sounds.

Lower: "Sorry. No."

[gavemea_45]

"... oh," he says, and tries not to let his disappointment show.

"Then who was it?"

[stilljustandrew]

He tries to say the name.

Swallows, and tries again.

[gavemea_45]

Unease coils at the base of his spine, spreading tendrils of dread through him as he watches Andrew struggle to get it out.

No. No--

[stilljustandrew]

Like an echo of Sam's own voice, weeks ago --

"It was Lucifer."

[gavemea_45]

He's out of his chair without even thinking about it, his glance going straight back to the door before returning to Andrew.

"Son-of-a -- but you got away, did he hurt you? Are you okay?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Yeah," he says quickly, "I, he didn't -- he wasn't really there. Just dreamwalking."

[gavemea_45]

"Oh." Sam doesn't look any happier about this, but his stance relaxes a little.

"What'd he want?"

[stilljustandrew]

Low: "Same thing he wanted when he came to you."

He looks down; his fingers twist together.

"He wanted me to try to convince you to say yes."

[gavemea_45]

Sam stares at him.





"... he knows about you? He knows I'm here?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Yeah." It's a miserable half-whisper. "I don't know how, but --"

[gavemea_45]

His expression hardens into a grim, flat look.


"No."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew's head comes up swiftly, eyes wide and distressed. "Of course no, I, I'm not -- I wouldn't -- "

[gavemea_45]

"I know you wouldn't, that's not what I mean," Sam tells him.

He turns to cast a quick glance around the room.

"I've got to -- it won't take me long to pack--"

[stilljustandrew]

"What?" Shocked. "No, what are you talking about?"

[gavemea_45]

"If he knows I'm here --"

Sam turns back to face him.

"We can't risk it. I can't risk it. Maybe there's nothing anyone can do for me, but you can save yourself--"

[stilljustandrew]

"No!" He half-rises. "Sam, no. I don't, there's nothing to save me from, he didn't -- he didn't threaten me with anything."

Beat.

Smaller: "Except losing you."

[gavemea_45]

"He's fucking Lucifer, Andrew!"

Fury and fear paint his words.

[stilljustandrew]

His own voice rises in turn. "That's exactly why you should stay here!"

[gavemea_45]

"And what if he comes after me?" Sam snaps back at him. "What happens then?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Look, there's no way he can come after you here. Not unless someone brings him through from Milliways, and who's gonna do that?"

[gavemea_45]

"I don't know," Sam says, flatly. "You tell me."