Andrea
She’d been awake for a while. Which wasn’t the worse thing ever. Not in her current frame of mine. No. Being awake gave her plenty of time to get a good view of the situation. See what was going on. And to dither between despairing and being pissed off. Seeing as she was given the name the Angel of Vengeance and not Angel Who Freaks A Lot, saying that she was settling on anger would not be off the mark.
We have under control, he said. Or something to that affect. They knew what they were doing. It wasn’t his or his idiotic brother’s responsibility to watch over the people at the complex. They weren’t babysitters. Why would they waste their time sitting around? He was wasn’t going to show in Lawrence.
Andrea paced as much as she could in the cell she had found herself in, replaying her conversation with Sam and Ruby. One thought imminent on her mind. If she died here? She was going to come back and haunt all there of their asses. And if she didn’t? Dios. If she made it through this. Oh, … Andrea couldn’t quite contemplate what she would do but it would involve the ass kicking of their life time. Or at least a very good punch in Sam’s face. Sam mostly because it was his annoying voice running in her head right now. Him, her brain was currently mimicking. Him, she was blaming for the civilians that would get hurt. Him, she was blaming for the people who had the nerve to ask to trust him but he had held out on. Andrea’s mind went immediately to that snaky kid who had been iffy about trusting people. And then her mind went to the other kids. She didn’t dare to even hop that this demon hadn’t found them because her grandmother had raised her with some superstitions and she didn’t want to jinx anything. If she still had faith she would have been praying at the moment.
As it was, she was blaming Sam. Sam, Dean, and Ruby. Friendship was fine and dandy and yes, people made mistakes. But right now? It didn’t matter when who knew how many of this demon’s minions were about the city. Minions! Nothing had been said about fucking minions!
She was so fucking irritated with herself. She was pissed as hell, irritated, but she wasn’t scared. Okay. That was a HUGE lie. Possibly the biggest lie, ever but she wasn’t focusing on the fear. Because then she would actually start to acknowledge just how in over her head she was.
Just suddenly, Andrea stopped pacing, crossing her arms and glaring through her mask. While she was patrolling, cue in more self-irritation. Pacing was taking up energy she would very likely need.