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Far From Home

Chapter Two

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"Sonofabitch!" Dean exclaimed throwing down the socket wrench in exasperation. His baby had been making a knocking noise and he couldn't seem to pinpoint the problem. His glossy black 67' Chevy Impala was his pride and joy and it was pissing him off that she was having problems.

"Easy there tiger, don't blow a gasket." Andrea laughed handing Dean a beer. "No pun intended of course." She had been at her dad's for a week now and she was really starting to like Dean. He intrigued her. Like a puzzle she just had to solve. And she had to admit he was certainly easy on the eyes. Dean had short light brown hair, cut military style, his hands were rough from years of fighting, his arms strong and an ass that wouldn't quit. His lips were perfect. And she would have given anything to kiss them. What got her most though were his eyes. They were hazel with more green in them than anything. He had tiny little lines around them that showed when he smiled. But mostly it was the pain she saw in them. She knew that he had lived a rough life. A hunter's life is never easy. And she understood the loss he was feeling from losing his brother. But it went deeper than that. She had asked her dad about Dean but he wasn't real forthcoming with information. Telling her simply that if Dean wanted to talk, he would. It wasn't his place to discuss the boy's emotions without his consent.

Dean leaned against the Impala and took a long sip of beer. "You obviously don't understand the relationship I have with my baby here." he smiled at Andrea. "Me and her have seem some shit that would make your toes curl.

"Yeah, well far be it from me to stand between a man and his toys." Andrea said.

"Toy? Bite your tongue woman! She is not a toy. Farthest thing from it." Dean exclaimed. "This beautiful machine has been the only thing dependable in my life. She has never let me down."

Andrea smirked at him, "Then why don't you just marry it?" she laughingly replied

"Oh real mature." Dean laughed along. The more he was around her the more he liked her. Every morning while he was at the table drinking his coffee she would come down with her hair in a ponytail, slightly messy from sleep, wearing a beater and little pajama shorts. The picture of a typical college girl and it finally dawned on him just this morning that she was probably the most beautiful in the morning. Hell, he thought, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"So, what's a girl gotta, I don't know, do to maybe get you away from this thing of beauty?" Andrea asked while running her finger along the side of the car. She was moving closer to Dean and looking up at him with a slight, sexy smile on her face. Dean could smell her shampoo again and it was driving him wild. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through her hair. Okay, and kiss her. Hell, to be honest, he wanted to do a lot more than that, but she was Bobby's daughter and that meant she was off limits for him. But then again, what Bobby didn't know wouldn't kill him, might get Dean killed but it wouldn't kill Bobby.

"What did you have in mind?" he looked down at her, piercing her with his eyes. God she loved those eyes.

"Umm," Andrea stammered, "I was thinking maybe we could go for a drive and get a bite to eat." "I love my dad, but he is driving me up the wall always asking me about school all the time. I am crawling out of my skin."

"You sure that's all it is?" Dean leaned down so close to her that she could feel the heat coming off him in waves. Her pulse quickened and her breath caught in her chest. He looked at her lips and wondered what she would do if he just kissed her. Just simply touched his lips to hers and got lost in them.

"Maybe, maybe not." Andrea finally said. "I guess we will just have to find out won't we?" She pulled away before she lost control. "You in?"

"Sure. I could use a break. Let me just get cleaned up and we'll head out." Dean shut the hood of the Impala. Grabbing his beer he started walking with Andrea back to the house. He thought to himself that out of all the woman in the world that he had been with, and there had been a lot, this one made him nervous as all hell. The strange thing was, he kind of liked it.

Andrea found her dad in his room looking at pictures in an old, dusty photo album. He had a smile on his face and it instantly melted her heart. She sat on the bed beside him and looked over his shoulder and saw the picture of Bobby and her mother on their wedding day. A tear dropped down from her cheek and she quickly wiped it away.

"She was so beautiful Dad". She said quietly. Her mother was looking at him with such love and adoration. It broke her heart all over again to know that her Dad had never found another woman that would love him like that again. Andrea wanted her father to be happy but knew that no one could ever replace her mom. The day she was killed something in her dad died. She knew what had happened. Knew why Bobby took her mother's life. She was never angry with him. Even at 6 years old, she understood why it had happened. Andrea remembered the time that her mother lashed out at her and beat her so badly she cried at night because the bruising had been so bad. But the whole time her mother was hitting her, she knew that this wasn't the woman who loved and protected her. No, this was a monster. Andrea never told her dad about the beating and vowed that she never would.

"Yeah, she was a looker. I never could figure out what that woman saw in me." Bobby laughed. "I was just this scruffy, no account that couldn't get a date on my best day. But for some reason your mom walked right up to me in the grocery store and said that I was taking her out that night so I had better get cleaned up." Bobby had been so taken aback at the abruptness of her that he dropped his six-pack of beer right on his foot. Broke two toes and limped for three weeks but that night changed his life forever. It was when he was dancing with her under the stars later in the evening that he knew he had met the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Of course, fate had other plans. He closed the album and smiled at his daughter. His only reason for living now. "So, you and Dean huh?" he teased.

"What?" Andrea squeaked out. "What are you talking about? There is no me and Dean."

"It's okay kid, I've been watching you two all week and I have seen the looks between you two." "I may be old but I ain't blind ya know. You two idjits aren't fooling anybody, especially me." he laughed.

"Crap. I thought I was more ninja like in my approach." Andrea laughed. "Are you gonna be okay with this Dad? I mean.."

Bobby interrupted her, "At first I was gonna kick his ass, but then I saw that you made him relax for the first time since I've known the boy. And I have seen the way he makes you smile. But you do need to realize that he hasn't exactly had a record of lasting relationships. Be careful sweetheart. I don't want to see either of you get hurt from this. Promise me you'll take it slow. He looks strong but he is really fragile right now."

Andrea didn't think that she could love her dad anymore than she did right at this moment. "I promise Dad." She kissed him on the cheek and let him take her in his arms for a long hug. "I love you ya know."

"I know you do honey, I know you do." Bobby said.

Just then Dean came to the room fresh from his shower. He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with having interrupted this moment between father and daughter. "Hey." he said. "You ready to go?"

Andrea smiled at the two men that had come to mean so much to her. One she had known her whole life and the other she just met. Her whole world in one tiny room in a worn down house in the middle of a scrap yard. "Amazing.." she thought to herself. "Yep, ready as I'll ever be." She leaned down to kiss her father on the cheek again. "We'll see you later Dad."

"Have a good time honey." Bobby smiled. He waited until Andrea was out the bedroom door before he clasped Dean on the shoulder forcing him to turn around. "One hair, one tiny little hair gets hurt on her head and I will have your ass boy." Dean's eyes widened. He knew Bobby Singer well enough to know the old man wasn't bluffing.

"Bobby, you know I'll take care of her. You sure you are okay with this? I mean, it's just dinner. It's not like it's a date or something." Dean spit out.

"Boy, do I look stupid to you? Just watch her ass..and not in the way you have been either." Bobby replied.

Dean plastered his best innocent look on his face, which of course wasn't fooling Bobby. He's known the boy to long to not fall for that bullshit. "You got it Bobby."

"Hey, you coming or not?" Andrea called from downstairs.

Dean turned and walked out the room. Leaving Bobby to sigh and wonder if he was making the right choice in letting them start something. He wanted to hope that it would all work out, but something in his gut told him that this was his family he was talking about. Nothing ever came easy. Or without a price.