Chapter 11

Vulnerable

Andie made her way to Oktoberfest that evening. Sam and Dean had arrived there awhile before under the guise of FBI Agents, but Andie was just going as a regular civilian for once. As she entered the over the top town proclaiming the German celebration, Andie felt like a genius surrounded by idiots. Every second person she passed was wearing some kind of celebratory garb and half of them had a severe case of beer-breath. Through the windows of one of the many bars crowded with people, Andie spied Dean and Sam at a table. Their handsome suits stood out with the lederhosen and barmaid uniforms swimming around the floor.

For the first time in a long time, Andie entered that bar feeling out of place. Her well-loved jeans with the rips in the knees and tears at the cuffs teamed with her simple black t-shirt seemed foreign in the sea of over-powering colour before her. Pushing that aside, Andie maneuvered past a table of drunkards towards the Winchesters. "Hey," She greeted them. "So what's the deal?

"Hoax." Sam answered her with a shrug. "See that guy over there?" He pointed to an inebriated looking fellow in a corner of the bar. "He's the one who started the rumors."

"I see…" Andie glanced at the intoxicated gentleman with skepticism; he certainly didn't seem like the kind of guy to be taken seriously.

"Just some goth-psycho wannabe." Sam added. "Definitely not our kinda case."

"But who cares?" Dean spoke up with a smirk. "Room's paid for and it's Oktoberfest."

"Yeah, well," Sam glanced around at the loud patrons around them. "I think I'm gonna go get some sleep."

"Suit yourself." Dean took a seat at an open booth and flagged a waitress down ordering two beers.

"I'll see ya," Sam smiled at Andie before heading out of the bar.

"Bye." Andie replied as she slid into the booth across of Dean. "A little heads up woulda been nice," She told him. "I booked a hotel, too."

"Oktoberfest." He said again, as if this explained everything, as the waitress, whose nametag read Jamie, came over and set two beers down in front of them.

"Yeah, well I…" Andie trailed off and smirked when she caught Dean ogling the waitress's bulging chest. Andie couldn't blame him really; they were exploding out of her corset so much even Andie was drawn to them. But she couldn't resist the temptation to taunt Dean. "I'm sorry; apparently her boobs have something more important to say so I'll just wait until they're finished."

"Come on, Morgan, you know you'll always be my number one girl." Dean told her as the waitress strutted away. "Gotta work on that jealousy, baby."

"Don't call me Morgan." She scolded him. "And Jealous? Oh yeah; that's what it is. Oh Dean," She put on an overly syrupy voice. "Dean please look at my boobs." She pushed her chest towards him and he quite happily stared directly at them. "Stop lookin' at my boobs!" She shielded herself.

Dean raised his hands in surrender and leant backwards. "Hmm…" He mused. "Kinda glad that case didn't pan out. Beer and bar wenches; that's a good day."

"I don't think women today would react well to the whole 'wench' thing." Andie teased him.

Dean took the challenge. "Hey bar wench!" He hollered at Jamie. "How's about another beer?"

"Coming up, good Sir!" She cheerily called back to him.

Andie rolled her eyes. "Remind me to thank her for setting my gender back a thousand years." She sighed and glanced around the bar. "Oh my God." She couldn't stop herself saying as she turned her head and covered her face when she spotted a face long forgotten in the crowd near the restrooms.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Your five o'clock; did he see me?" Andie asked him. "Kinda tall guy, brown hair, about your age; tell me when he looks away."

Dean craned his neck and watched the man disappear into the bathroom. "He's in the John." He told her.

"Oh, good." Andie breathed a sigh of relief and went back to her drink.

"Who is he?" Dean inquired.

"Hm?" Andie looked up innocently. "Oh, he's no one." She replied.

"Morgan," Dean said warningly. "Explain."

"He's just this guy." Andie answered vaguely.

"Explain better." Dean pressed.

Andie sighed. "Ok, I met him in a bar, like three months ago when I was driving around trying to get your ass outta hell," She told him with quick glances at the bathroom door to make sure he didn't come out. "I needed a place to crash so he let me sleep on his floor."

"Floor?" Dean repeated hoping that it wasn't a euphemism.

"Oh, it wasn't like that." Andie swatted a dismissive hand at him. "He was drunk outta his mind, I tossed him in his bed and I slept in his living room. Anyway, I took off before he woke up but when he did he realized that his car had kinda been…" She fiddled with her bracelet. "Stripped for parts."

Knowing that wasn't the full truth, Dean pressed on. "And?"

"And there is a slight chance I may have stolen them." She admitted.

"Atta girl." Dean took a victory sip of beer. "Well, you're not truly a hunter til you've scalped a car so welcome." He tipped his drink to her.

"Thank you." She replied sarcastically as Jamie came over and set another beer down in front of Dean. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked Andie.

"I'm good." She tapped her tall beer glass with her fingernail.

"Yeah, she's not really supposed to drink anyway," Dean smiled at Jamie. "I knew the second I broke her out of the nunnery she'd be craving the liquor but," He shrugged as Andie glared at him. "What are you gonna do?"

Jamie giggled. "You're funny."

"Oh, no," Andie spoke up. "He's really not; it's just a cheery side effect from all that Viagra he takes."

Dean cleared his throat loudly. "Well, I'd love to let you make up your own mind," he continued with Jamie. "What time do you get off?"

"Ha-ha." Jamie replied. "Like I said. Funny." She left them alone.

Andie laughed. "Ha! Now that was funny."

"Viagra?" Dean snapped under his breath.

"A nunnery?" Andie retaliated.

Dean chewed his lip. "Call it even."

"Done." She agreed.

"Man…" Dean eyed Jamie as she walked away. "It is time to right some wrongs."

"What's that now?" Andie asked.

"Ok, look," He leant forward so no one could overhear. "I came outta the furnace with a clean slate. Literally. I don't have any of my old scars. No bullet wounds or knife cuts or mis-shapened bones from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is a smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude," He smiled. "Sadly…that my virginity is now intact."

Andie couldn't help but laugh, he seemed so proud to have come to this conclusion. "Continue." She urged him.

"I have been rehymenated." He took another victory sip.

Andie laughed again. "Dean, an angel could pull you outta hell," She conceded. "But no one could do that to you."

"I have been rehymenated!" Dean announced again. "And the dude will not abide." He smiled a wry grin. "How about it?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "Offering you the first bite of my cherry here"

"Well, as enticing as you make that sound," Andie leant forwards and smirked. "I'm not gonna have sex with you. Feel free to de-hymenate yourself with whatever wench or whore catches your eye; but it ain't gonna be me."

Dean cocked his head to the side. "Did my wife just give me permission to see other people?" he asked.

"Your wife gave 'the dude' permission to do whatever he needs to do." Andie corrected him. "So," She noticed that he had a beer foam moustache. "If you're going to chat up this bar whore," She reached over the table and wiped his upper lip with her thumb. "I'll go catch up with Sam." With that she got to her feet and left him alone.

Dean watched Andie leave with great interest. That was the first form of intimate touch Dean had received from Andie since he'd come back. He'd forgotten what it felt like. It was very clear to Dean that all he wanted was Andie, but she wouldn't reciprocate. Jamie, on the other hand…she seemed flirty enough. Dean didn't want to hurt Andie in anyway, but he had the feeling she wouldn't care. She was so moody he never knew what version of her he was going to get. Today he got Happy Andie but he knew how quickly she could turn back into Stonecold Andie. Maybe it was best to hedge his bets this time.

Whilst dodging people to get towards the door, Andie turned and saw Dean making a beeline for Jamie at the bar. Without Andie around, she seemed a lot more receptive to his advances. A wave of annoyance hit Andie. Not jealousy, she told herself, definitely not that. Territorial, maybe. She was so busy watching them she forgot to keep moving and was suddenly being tugged on the arm by a stranger.

"Excuse me?" He asked her.

Andie turned to see the face of the man she'd ripped off all those months ago staring down at her. "Oh, no." She mumbled.

"Do I know you?" He asked her.

Quick as a flash, Andie played along. "Nope, don't think so." She answered with a smile.

"You look familiar…" He stared at her intently. "My name's Chris." He held his hand out to her.

"Andie." She shook his hand firmly in her own. "Nice to meet you for the first time."

"Yeah, I guess you just remind me of someone." He laughed, clearly dismissing her as wave of déjà vu. "Well, have a good night." He smiled again.

Andie hadn't taken a good look at him before, seeing as though Bapi had been desperate for new parts at the time, but Chris was quite the looker with his chocolate brown hair and stunning blue eyes. I should pay more attention, Andie told herself. It was then that she turned back to the bar and saw Dean laughing with Jamie. Another pang stabbed through Andie's chest. She'd seen him flirt a million times and normally just rolled her eyes or muttered 'idiot' under her breath yet loud enough for him to hear, but this was different. Before he'd been flirting just for a laugh, this time he was flirting with a purpose. And Andie didn't like it. A bit of German courage lurched through her veins, which Andie attributed to her oversized beer, and she headed towards the bar determined to make her presence as Dean's wife, as divided as they may be right now, very obvious.

"Wow; that was fast." The waitress was cooing as she watched Dean make a note of something in his notepad.

Andie slid into a barstool one seat away from her husband. "It bodes well for him that speed impresses you." she said loudly.

Dean choked on his beer.

"Can I help you?" Jamie asked, a little taken aback that someone had interrupted her flirting.

"No, I'm just his wife." She told her holding up her left hand and showing her wedding ring.

"Estranged wife." Dean said to Jamie.

"Andie." She grinned Jamie then flagged down a wiry haired brunette waitress beside her. "Can I get some vodka? Straight up. And don't waste any space with that ice."

"I should get back to work…" Jamie said picking up a tray of beer bottles. "I'll see you later." She came out from behind the bar and headed towards a table of hollering customers.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked his wife.

"Oktoberfest." Andie replied as the brunette waitress set her drink down in front of her.

"Hey, you got a problem with this," He gestured to Jamie and himself. "Just say so."

"Dean, I don't care, ok?" Andie replied as she sipped her drink. "Really. Whore it up, if you feel like it. That's your prerogative."

Jamie came back to the bar with an empty tray. Clearly very taken with Dean, she smiled at him whilst paying no attention to Andie. "About tonight…" She said. "Sorry, but I promised Lucy a girl's night out." She nodded to the curly haired brunette who had served Andie. "Besides, no self-respecting bar wench lets herself get picked up on the first try."

"Self-respecting," Andie scoffed under her breath, ignoring the niggle of envy creeping into her veins.

Jamie turned to her with a steely glare. "Sorry, what was your name?" she smiled sweetly.

Without a second thought, Andie whipped her knife out of the back of her jeans and stabbed it into the bar. She carved an 'A' into the mahogany. "A." She said to Jamie who looked shocked. "N…D…I…E" She carved the final letter into the bar. "Andie." She glared into the waitresses eyes. "Savvy?" She pierced the knife into the bar, downed the last of her vodka and turned on her heel.

"Andie-" Dean called after her.

"Bite me." She called back over her shoulder.

"Your wife…she's a little…harsh." Jamie said to Dean.

"You have no idea." Dean muttered worriedly as he watched Andie leave.

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