Author's Note: Whew! It's insanity I tell ya! I've been trying to bang this chapter out for about a week now. Wasn't sure where I wanted it to go. My brain hurts now. But seriously, thank you guys for your reviews. It's so good to be back. Just to let you know, I am also working on a crossover fic for a good friend of mine. It's based on this wacky dream that she recently had. I don't want to post that one until it is completed. But rest assured, Comin' Home is my top priority.

I wouldn't want a certain someone, (and she knows who she is) to sick her hellhounds on my ass! Hehehe!

Disclaimer: Blah…blah…blah…I don't own anyone except Andie and Matt. Kripke and the Powers That Be Do.


Comin' Home

Chapter Twelve

Dean was just pulling back into the parking lot when he saw Andie storming away from his hotel room. "Uh oh…" he thought. He parked the car and took a deep breath trying to sober up a little before facing Hurricane Andie. Finally reaching for the door, he plastered his best smile on his face and climbed out.

"Babe! I knew you couldn't resist my charms!" he joked as he sauntered up towards her.

"You son of a bitch!" she yelled as she slapped him as hard as she could across his face. "Is she why you haven't been calling me?"

"Andie, let me explain…" Dean pleaded.

Jo heard the commotion and had come running out just in time to see Dean getting pounded on by the other woman. She knew him well enough to know that he would only take so much before he blew his top.

"Wait! Wait! Please, you've got it all wrong!" Jo pleaded with the furious woman.

Andie whipped around and pointed her finger at Jo. "You stay out of this or I swear to God and everything holy I will pound your ass into the ground next, you…you…whore!"

Jo raised her eyebrows in disbelief. She balled her fists up and bit down on her cheek to keep from coming unglued. If it had been anyone else, she would have jumped on them in a heartbeat but because she knew this was the woman that Dean was in love with, she steadied herself. Putting her hands up, she turned and walked off, leaving Dean to clean up his own mess.

"You fucking, cheating, lying sack of dog shit!" Andie screamed as she continued slapping him in his chest. "Oh, we ran into an old hunting buddy…blah…blah…blah!"

Dean finally scooped her up over his shoulder as she started pounding on his back with her fists. "Okay sweet cheeks, let's go talk this out." He smacked her on the ass and it just fueled her rage. He started heading towards the room and noticed Cas standing there. "Figures you would have something to do with this. Thanks bud." He said to the angel. Cas just shrugged his shoulders and turned to follow Jo. He needed to talk to Matt anyway.


Dean kicked open the door to his hotel room and dumped a still screaming Andie onto his bed. He slapped the door shut and stood there looking at her.

"Alright, now before you start hitting me again, let me explain…" he started. That was all he got out before she launched herself at him and started slapping him.

"I knew something was going on! I knew it! I can't believe you Dean! After everything we have been through, you fucking cheat on me?"

Dean grabbed her wrists to stop her unending assault. "Jesus," he thought, "she's got some power to her." He knew that Andie was an animal in the sack. He had experienced every muscle in her body.

Andie struggled against his iron grip. She wanted nothing more than to get as far away from him as possible. It felt like her whole world was crashing down on her. She could barely keep from crying, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let Dean see her break. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her tears. As she was trying to pull away, she felt the cold slap of steel on her wrist. Looking down, she saw that Dean had slapped a pair of handcuffs on her. Rage flared up inside of her and she kicked her leg out to nail him in the money maker, but Dean's experience allowed him to sidestep quickly.

"Uh uh..you might need that later sweetheart." He chuckled as he dragged her to the bed and fastened to other cuff to the bedpost so she couldn't escape.

Andie huffed in revulsion. "Not likely Dean. I don't know where you've been. Oh wait, I take that back. You've been with that blonde tramp in the other room. You know, I wouldn't fuck you again if the fate of the world rested on it."

Dean laughed again. He loved seeing her all worked up and the whiskey he had drank wasn't helping him to see how serious she was. He knew that once he explained everything to her, she would calm down. But for now, he was thinking he would have a little fun watching her squirm while she was stuck there. He had to admit that seeing her chained up, even if it was only one hand for now, was turning him on. He licked his lips and adjusted the growing bulge in his pants.

Andie saw the look in his eyes and glared at him. Of course he would be stupid enough to think that she would just roll over and be his willing slave. That he could just look at her with those gorgeous hazel eyes, lick those soft, full lips and she would be putty in his very capable and very skilled hands. Hands that knew every single inch of her and that could make her scream in ecstasy at even the slightest touch.

"Get a grip Andie" she told her herself. "You want to kill him, not fuck him."

"Babe, listen… like I said, it's not what you think. I swear." Dean started. "Yes, Jo is an old friend. Yes, I had some feelings for her once. But that was a lifetime ago and before I met you."

"Uh huh. And I'm sure that the fact that you just somehow failed to mention the fact that you both were staying in the same room escaped your memory?" she questioned. She had seen a duffle bag in the corner with what was obviously woman's under garments in it when he had carried her in.

"What?" Dean looked at her shocked.

Andie looked over at the bag and raised her eyebrows. Dean looked at it and closed his eyes. "Dammit Jo! I told you to pick that shit up." He thought to himself.

"Okay, yes, she was staying in here. But it wasn't just her. Matt and Sam where in here as well."

Andie just rolled her eyes. "Alright, and where exactly did she sleep Dean?" She tapped her foot and waited for his answer.

"In the bed." Dean stated, then quickly realized how that sounded. "With Matt. Sam and I shared the one you are sitting on."

He walked over and cautiously knelt down in front of her. She just looked at him, anger still written all over her face. He knew that he had screwed up by not calling her when he should have. He knew that he should have been honest with her about Jo as soon as she had called him. He just didn't want to have to answer a bunch of questions just yet. Dean was a fast thinker when it came to the job, but with love, he was a complete and udder idiot.

"Baby…look…I'm sorry I wasn't straight forward with you earlier. I thought I would be able to figure things out and then tell you what was going on. But as it stands, that girl is supposed to be dead. I watched her get blown to kingdom come and it was all my fault. I don't know why she's back, but I was trying to find out when all hell broke loose with Sam."

"What are you talking about Dean? What about Sam? She asked.

"It's a long and extremely fucked up story and frankly, I don't really want to rehash it right now. I promise though, as soon as I know what's going on, I will tell you everything. But if you want to walk out still, I will understand. I won't like it, but I'll let you go." He reached up and unlocked the cuff, freeing Andie.

Andie watched him as he stood up and started walking over to sit on the chair in the corner. He was really going to just let her leave. He was just going to give up without so much as a yelling match. She couldn't believe that he was giving in so easily. Naturally that pissed her off all over again. She stood up and marched over to him.

"You're not gonna hit me again are you? Because quite frankly, my fucking head is killing me." Dean stared up at the woman he loved more than life itself and prepared himself for the blow he knew was coming. He was prepared for her to slug him in the face and then walk out the door. What he wasn't prepared for was what came next. Andie reached down and grabbed his hand. She pulled him up to face her and glared at him.

"You really are the dumbest, sorriest sack of crap I've ever known Dean."

"I know…" he started.

Dean reached up his hand and grabbed the back of her head and smashed his lips into hers. He kissed her feverishly, his tongue fighting for dominance with hers. She finally relented and put her arms around his neck. When he kissed her like this, Andie lost all sense of control. All the anger and hurt that she had felt so strongly just a few minutes ago, melted away when his lips touched hers. She moaned as the kiss deepened and that just spurned him on. This woman was everything to him. He had never felt more complete than when she was in his arms. He felt whole. Yes, his brother was his other half, but Andie was his heart. Every fear, every worry melted away when she was near.

Just as Dean's hands began traveling down her neck toward the rest of her body, Andie pulled away, smiled, reared back and punched him straight in the nose.

"What the hell Andie!" Dean exclaimed while holding his now bloody nose.

"Did you seriously think that bullshit was going to work on me?" she glared.

"Honestly? Yeah…a little."

Andie brushed past Dean and headed for the door. "One down, one to go." She thought to herself. "Now it was that blonde tramps turn." Throwing open the door, she turned to a very stunned Dean and flipped him the bird before storming out.

Before he knew what was happening, Dean heard screaming coming from the next room. "Shit…that's not good." He said mentally before he took off running. As he ran inside the adjoining motel room, he say Andie and Jo locked in a fierce cat fight. Andie had the slightly smaller girl by the hair and was swinging her around like a ragdoll. Jo pulled back her fist and uppercut Andie in the gut. She finally let go of Jo's hair and stumbled backward. With a string of profanities flying from her mouth, Andie launched herself at Jo. The more seasoned fighter, Jo easily sidestepped and caused Andie to fly into the end table, effectively smashing the lamp.

"You bitch!" Andie shrieked.

"Lady, I'm telling you nothing happened. Not that I didn't want it to, but it didn't." Jo wiped her bloody lip with the back of her hand. "Hell, I even gave it my best shot, but…."

She looked over and saw Dean shaking his head frantically and waving his arms around like a madman. "Please don't say it. Please don't say it." He kept repeating in his head.

"When I kissed him, he stopped it." Jo finished.

"When you WHAT?" Andie looked from Dean to Jo.

"It was innocent, I swear!" Dean pleaded. He had to duck to miss the flying remote control that was flung at his head. "Jesus H. Christ Andie! Will you calm the fuck down?"

"Calm down? You kiss another…and I say this very lightly…woman, and you want me to calm down?" Andie stood up and walked over to Dean and smacked him across the face. Tears finally sprang up in her eyes as she looked at him.

"You know what, you can have him." She said looking at Jo. "You two fucking deserve each other."

"Andie please, stop…" Dean made a grab for her, but she shoved him back.

"Don't you touch me. Ever." She replied and walked out of the room.

"God Dean, you sure know how to pick em'." Jo huffed. "That bitch has some serious issues."

Dean put his hand up. "Jo, just don't. Okay?" He didn't know if he should go after her or just let her go. Part of him said he deserved every ounce of her anger, but the other part was pissed that she was so quick to think that he would do something like that to her. Stupidity finally won out and he took off after her. He looked around the parking lot and finally saw her standing on the side of the road with her thumb out trying to hitch a ride. Dean shook his head and walked over to her.

"Go away you asshole." She yelled.

"Nope…see…you're gonna get in some freakshow trucker's cab and he's gonna rape ya and try to kill ya and I'm just really don't want to go to prison for murder." He tried to joke.

"I'm serious Dean. I don't want to ever see you again." Andie started walking away. When she saw Dean following her, she took off running down the road as fast as she could. "Cas! God damn it! Where are you? I want to go home!" she bellowed. She looked backwards to see Dean gaining on her quickly. The next thing she knew she was landing face first in the weeds by the road. Dean rolled her over and pinned her to the ground. Andie started bucking her hips to try to get him off of her, but it was pointless.

"Woman!" Dean yelled, "I've had enough! Now, you are gonna stop acting like a crazy bitch or we can sit here all night."

Andie's reserve finally broke. She started sobbing, her tears mixing with the dirt. Seeing her like this broke Dean's heart. They had been to hell and back, but she had been the strong one the entire time. When he had avoided her after Sam had saved her, she was the one that brought him back from the edge. She was his anchor, his lifeline. In his crazy fucked up world, she was the one thing that truly made sense to him.

He rolled off of her and took her into his arms. Whispering soothing words, he just held her there by the side of the road.

"Babe, I love you. You should know that. Yes, Jo kissed me…but like she said I stopped it. I told her about you and how I felt. She said I was lucky to have you. I mean, you're the only woman in this world that will ever put up with my sorry ass." Dean kissed the top of her head as Andie continued to cry. "Please Andie, don't walk away."

Andie finally allowed him to hold her without fighting him. She knew that she couldn't even breath without Dean. She sobbed into his shoulder. Her anger finally abated, she relaxed into his arms.

Dean stood up and bent down to carry Andie back to the motel. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Not another word was spoken between the two for the moment as they walked past Jo standing in the doorway and into Dean's room. Jo watched with a sad smile on her face as the door closed. It was that moment that she knew Dean was really in love. While she was happy for her old friend, a piece of her heart broke as well from the knowledge that they would never be together. She turned and walked back into her room and quietly shut the door.