Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own the characters... Kripke does, but if I did, oh, the things I would do...

Far From Home

Chapter Three

"So I told this guy that if he didn't hit bricks, I was going to permanently ensure that his blue balls would never be a problem for him again because I was going to rip them off and shove them down his throat." Andrea was sitting in the booth laughing hysterically at the look on Dean's face. They had come to his favorite bar because as Dean put it, "the burgers here were orgasm inducing." Which of course led her to reply that if he was able to have the big O from a freaking burger, he needed to get out more.

"Jesus, you are one tough broad Andie." Dean finally spit out. He had taken to calling her by that name after only a couple of days. "Remind me never to piss you off."

Andrea took a swig of beer and picked up one of her wings that she had been eating. As she took a bite, Dean smirked, licked his thumb and proceeded to come at her with the offending digit. "You got a little something right...there." he said swiping the tiny bit of hot sauce off of her cheek. He stuck his thumb back in his mouth and cleaned it off.

"Oh my God! Did you just actually do that? That is so gross." she exclaimed laughingly. "That's like licking your hand and fixing your hair with your spit. So totally unsanitary Dean."

"Are you kidding me? No way you are that much of a tight ass that a little thing like my spit is gonna gross you out." Dean teased.

"I'm not a tight ass, but I do have one." she winked.

"So I've noticed." he answered while squirming a little under the table. "Wonder if you could actually bounce a quarter off that thing?"

Andrea cracked up, "Nice to see you have been paying my ass so much attention." Taking another swig of beer she noticed that the jukebox that had been playing in the background had stopped playing the blaring country songs and had started playing Skynard's "Simple Man". Suddenly the mood between them changed. They both sat there just staring at each other for the longest time. "I love this song. It reminds me of you a little." she said quietly.

"Really? Why is that?" Dean asked.

Andrea felt as if they were the only two people in the bar. Sitting there looking into those amazing hazel eyes of his, she knew that Dean Winchester had just stolen her heart. She found it hard to breath let alone process a thought. "I don't know, it just does." she finally replied. "I mean, just listen to the lyrics and think about it."

Be a simple kind of man

Oh be something you love and understand

Baby be a simple kind of man

Won't you do this for me son if you can

Get your lust for the rich man's gold

All that you need is in your soul

You can do this if you try

All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied

And be a simple kind of man

Oh be something you love and understand

Baby be a simple kind of man

Won't you do this for me son if you can

Oh don't you worry

You'll find yourself

Follow your heart and nothing else

You can you do this, oh baby if you try

All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied

And be a simple kind of man

Oh be something you love and understand

Baby be a simple kind of man

Won't you do this for me son if you can

Dean looked at her and smiled. "What do you say we get outta here?"

He laid some money on the table to cover the check and the tip. He stood up and extended his hand to help Andrea out of the booth. Neither one of them said a word to the other as they left the bar. Driving home the tension finally eased and they were able to laugh at some of the more interesting stories that Dean told her about his hunts with Sam and her dad. They really had gotten into some ridiculous situations more times than not. He told her all about the cursed rabbit's foot and all the bad luck that Sam had that day. She was holding her stomach when he told her about how Sam had lost his shoe down a storm drain and how pathetic he looked when he looked at Dean and just simply said "I lost my shoe." It was the first time in almost a year that Dean had been able to talk to anyone about Sammy. It actually felt good. He didn't understand how she had gotten him to do it, but he was grateful that she had. They were still laughing when they came into the house. Realizing that Bobby had gone to bed, Dean winked and put his finger up to his mouth, "Ssshh.." he went to the kitchen and found Bobby's secret stash of good whiskey. "If he knows I know his hiding spot he'll never let me hear the end of it." He plunked two shot glasses down on the kitchen table. "Now I know that college is beyond my scope of reality but please tell me they at least taught you how to play a proper game of quarters."

Andrea laughed, "Oh please Winchester, I'm the quarters champ. Undefeated."

Dean looked at her skeptically. "Oh really? Is that a fact? Well I will have you know that I've never been beaten either. Many have tried, many have failed Chuckles."

"Bring it!" she replied. "You ain't got shit on me. Prepare to feel the bitter sting of defeat and watch in amazement as I dance around you as you wallow in shame." "But wait..what exactly are the stakes?"

Dean knew he wanted to get to know everything there was to know about Andie. What better way than to get her drunk and make her spill her darkest, and what he hoped where her dirtiest secrets. "Stakes are this, for every one you make, I take a shot and answer any question you have for me and vice versa." he answered smugly.

"Oh you are so going down!" she sat down and grabbed the quarter from his hand and instantly felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her at the brief contact of their fingers.

An hour later both of them were feeling the effects of the alcohol. Dean was laughing at finding out that Bobby had a secret love of the Swedish super group of the 70's Abba. He was so going to blast "Dancing Queen" the next time they were in the car together. Andrea had learned that Dean had lost his virginity when he was 15 to a girl in the bathroom of a roller rink when he was supposed to be watching his brother. Sam had fallen and broken his wrist that night and the older brother had never forgiven himself for it.

"Drink up Buttercup!" Andie said. Her eyes twinkling in the light. Dean quickly threw back the shot.

"Okay, fire away." he said.

Andrea knew that she probably shouldn't push it but the question slipped out before she could stop herself. "What exactly happened in that cemetery with Sam?"

Dean's face fell. There was a sharp pain in his chest. Like it was being ripped wide open. Instantly he was taken back to that day. He saw Cas get blown to hell, watched as Lucifer killed Bobby by snapping his neck. Felt Sam hitting him over and over again. Tasted the blood in his mouth. Saw the pain in his baby brother's eyes when he finally beat Lucifer back to keep him from killing Dean. "It's okay Sammy, I'm here." he had said over and over. Watched as Sam jumped into the pit with Adam who was the archangel Michael's vessel. Then he was gone.

A tear escaped his eye. "I can't talk about that Andie. I can't."

Seeing him in so much pain shattered Andrea's heart. She stood up and crossed over to him, taking his face into her hands. "Jesus, Dean, I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." Dean was quietly crying in her arms. She raised his face to look into his eyes. Then something took over and before she knew what was happening she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to his. White light shot through her, electric and hot. Their tears mixing with the kiss making it slightly salty. He reached up and caressed the sides of her face with his calloused hands. The kiss grew deeper. They both had lost so much in their lives. She had lost her mother and her father was only able to be a part time dad so he could protect her. He had lost everything. She opened her mouth to let his tongue in and sighed at the feel of it. Everything melted away. All she knew was Dean. His taste, his smell, his touch. She wanted more, so much more. Finally breaking away, Andrea stood and took his hand in hers and without a single word, slowly led him upstairs.

Once in her room, she suddenly felt like it was her first time again. He came to her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He placed his hands lightly on her hips, pulling her closer. Andrea circled her arms around his waist and felt the strong muscles in his back. Feeling his arms around her, she felt safer than she ever had before. As the kiss grew more passionate she felt Dean's hand slowly sliding the straps of her tank top off of her shoulders. He moved from her lips to her neck, kissing a pattern down to her shoulders. He nipped at her collarbone and traced a line from there up her neck with the tip of his tongue. He slid her shirt down the rest of the way. Andrea reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head, drawing in a shaky breath as she saw his perfect abs in the moonlight. She saw the tattoo over his heart. It was a symbol to prevent possession she knew. Saw the handprint scar that the angel Castiel had left when he pulled him out of hell. She touched it softly expecting him to pull away. But Dean just shivered at the touch. Only one other person had touched that scar so intimately and while Anna had been an angel in the literal sense, she didn't hold a candle to what Andrea was able to make him feel. This girl, with just the lightest touch of her hand, made all the pain he had trapped inside disappear.

Slowly Dean backed her towards the bed. Laying her down he never looked away from her eyes. "Andie..are you sure you want to do this?" he asked quietly. His voice quivering slightly. It would kill him if she said no, but he knew he was fucked up and would completely understand if she wanted to stop.

Deciding not to answer with words, Andrea pulled him in for a deeper, more fevered kiss. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. Dean slid his hands down the sides of her body, loving the feel of her soft skin on his fingers. He looked her in the eyes as he slowly pulled her jeans down her hips. When he leaned in to kiss her again, she repeated her actions with his jeans. The need to breath is the only thing that broke the kiss and as he pulled away he looked at her and drank in the perfection of what he saw before him. She was truly breathtaking to look at. A real angel if there ever was one. Her eyes had darkened with lust. She unhooked her white lace bra and two of the most perfect breast he had ever seen beckoned for his touch. Dean leaned in and began kissing her neck again, once more tracing a line on her neck. Only this time he moved downward toward her right breast. He gently sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. His hand reached up to begin kneading the other one and a small moan escaped Andrea mouth.

"Christ! Does he even realize what he is doing to me?" she thought. He was sending tiny shocks throughout her body each time his cool tongue flicked over her nipple. Now he was switching to the other side. Andie drew her legs up around his waist, pulling his body closer. She wanted to feel him, no, needed to feel him. Her tiny hands traced lines up and down his back causing Dean to shiver. She couldn't form a coherent thought other than this was torture. She couldn't get close enough to him. When Dean pulled away from her breast she whimpered. Dean smiled and reached down and began working her panties down her hips. Tracing with his fingertips from her hip he worked his way to her inner thigh. He began placing feather soft kisses there. Andie felt as if she were going to explode. Then she felt him between her legs. Felt his tongue spread her soft folds open. Dean began working his tongue all around. Making sure to leave no area untouched. Andrea's breath came out in short gasps. Dean knew she was close. He gently sucked on the sensitive button sending her crashing over the edge. As she rode out the wave of her orgasm, Dean never stopped what he was doing. When she finally settle a little bit, she realized that he at some point had managed pull his boxer briefs off. Andrea took the sight of him in and committed it to memory. She reached up and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Still able to taste herself on his lips she felt her pulse quicken again.

"Dean, I want you."

Dean nodded slightly. He reached down and grabbed his erection that was throbbing painful and inched himself slowly into her. Her heat enveloped him and he almost lost it before they even got started. He paused for a moment when he noticed that she winced slightly at the size of him. Once she relaxed, Dean began to move inside of her. Normally he was a wham, bam, thank you Ma'am kind of a guy. Love 'em and leave 'em. But with Andie, he wanted this to last as long as possible. Dean realized that for the first time in his miserable life he was actually making love. Hell, he was in love with Andie. He knew it. No more running from it. He didn't care if this love consumed him in fire. He could die right now and heaven itself wouldn't even come close to the bliss he felt in this moment. Dean looked down and to his surprise Andrea was looking him in the eyes with tears in hers. At first he was scared that he was hurting her or something, but then he realized a split second later that she was looking at him the same way he was looking at her.

Andrea reached around and grabbed Dean's ass pushing him deeper inside. She wanted to feel everything he had. He moaned in her ear, or rather growled. Something feral sounding that was so incredibly sexy at the same time. She could feel herself approaching that peak again. Her breathing quickened more as she climbed the wave higher and higher. Dean increased his pace as he too got closer and closer to the edge. Finally, Andie let go and as her slick walls tightened around his cock Dean knew he couldn't hold back anymore. They both let go at the same time. Flying together in a crescendo that sent white hot flames through their bodies. Dean called out Andie's name and she squeezed him tighter and tighter to her body as if he was the only life raft in a rocky sea.

Trying to catch his breath, Dean leaned in an kissed her. Pulling away, he looked her in the eyes and said something that he never thought he would ever say. And without hesitation he whispered it.

"I love you."

Andrea's heart soared.

"I love you too Dean. I love you too."

They continued to make love throughout the night, finally falling asleep just as the sun was starting to peak through the curtains. Wrapped in each other's arms neither one could imagine the horror that would await them in the next few hours.