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Comin' Home

Chapter Sixteen

Dean slipped into the bedroom as quietly as possible. He didn't want to wake Andie. He listened to her gentle breathing and smiled. It felt good to just be in the same room with her. He felt like he could just relax and forget about everything when she was with him. Hecould truly breath.

Slipping off his boots, he crept over to the bed. Gently pulling back the sheets, he climbed into the bed and drew her body close to him. He inhaled her scent and kissed the top of her head.

"I was wondering when you were gonna get here."

Andie rolled over and smiled at him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, raising her face up to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Sorry babe, I didn't have the luxury of hopping on the Cas Express."

"It's okay, you're here now and that's all I care about."

Dean looked into her eyes and she could sense a sadness in his. She didn't know if this was the right time to bring it up, but it was now or never.

"Dean...is Sam okay?"

He exhaled slowly already dreading the question. He had purposely tried to not think about what was going on with his brother. He just wanted to relax with the woman that he loved more than his own life. He lived for her, breathed for her, would die for her. However, he knew that he couldn't keep her in the dark any longer, especially with the shit with Raphael looming over their heads.

"I don't know yet. Did Cas tell you what's going on?"

"You know Cas. Everything is need to know with him. Apparently he thinks I don't need to know anything."

Dean nodded his head in understanding. "It's all fucked up Andie. I mean, I don't even think I've fully grasped what's going on with Sam yet."

Andie could hear in voice that he was struggling to hold on to his composure. She reached her hand up and tenderly touched his cheek. She could feel his pain and it hurt her that she couldn't take it away for him.

"Honey, what it is?"

Dean looked up at the ceiling. A tear escaped his eye but he made no move to wipe it away. He normally would never have let a woman see him so weak. But with Andie, his usual macho resolve came crumbling down. Gone was the Dean Winchester bravado. He couldn't hide anything with her.

"He doesn't have a soul Andie.."

Andie sat up in shock. She sat silent in disbelief as fresh tears rolled down her lover's face. She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, unable to find the words to convey what she wanted to say. She watched as Dean wiped his face. He took a deep, steading breath and continued.

"Nobody upstairs or down here even know how in the hell he got out. All they know for sure is his soul is still there. It's still in the cage with those bastards. I was in hell. I know what they do to just average souls. Hell, I did some shit that I hope you never find out about when I was down there. But Christ Andie...I don't even want to think about what they are doing to his."

Dean's breath hitched and he finally broke. Andie pulled him into her arms and did her best to comfort him. She cried right along with him. She whispered soothing words in his ear. Finally after a long while, he started to calm. His breathing slowed and he looked up into her eyes his usual fierceness returning to his.

"I'm gonna fix this Andie. Sam saved the god damned world. He deserves better."

Andie wasn't sure what Dean could possibly do to get Sam's soul back, but she knew that look in his eyes. When Dean said he was going to handle something, he meant it. She leaned in and kissed him. She felt his arms go around her as they laid back down. Soon after they were both sound asleep exhausted from having the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Sam looked at the clock and saw that it was a little past midnight. The whole house was as silent as the grave. But he wasn't even tired. He knew that he should be, and yet here he was, pacing his room like a caged lion. He felt restless. He needed to do something or he felt like he would go crazy just sitting here in the silence. Grabbing his jacket, he crept downstairs. He grabbed Dean's keys from the coffee table and slipped out of the house. Taking one last glance at the darkened house, he turned the ignition and drove off into the night.

Matthew had watched from his bedroom window, being careful not to be seen. He thought that maybe he should follow Sam, but decided that the man just needed some time to himself. Instead, he kept faithful watch over the humans in the house. He didn't understand why his brethren where so hard on them. From what he had seen, they were more loyal than most of the garrison in heaven. They took care of each other. Fought hard and faithfully. Maybe he had missed something along the way during this assignment, but he couldn't help but feel like he had been lied to. Shrugging, he went back to his watch, popping from room to room, watching his sleeping charges and praying that they would stay safe for the night.

Sam had been driving for a while when he found a bar and decided to stop. He walked in and was greeted by the scent of stale smoke and spilt beer. Looking around, he could see a few women that were definitely checking him out. He smirked to himself as he sauntered up to the bar. He ordered a beer and took a long pull of it as soon as the old bartender set it down in front of him. It wasn't long before a woman sat down next to him. He looked her over, smiling appreciatively at her low cut dress that was revealing her ample breasts. She looked up at him through heavy lidded green eyes. Her skin was tan and she had long legs that Sam could just picture being wrapped around him.

"Haven't seen you in here before."

"Haven't been here before." he smirked, taking another drink of his beer.

"I'm Anne."

"Nice to meet you Anne. What can I do for you?" Sam turned and faced her. He looked her up and down, licking his lips. He didn't know what was going on with him, but he suddenly felt like his libido had shot into over drive.

"Well, how 'bout we start with you buying me a drink?"

Anne placed her hand on Sam's thigh and was slowly stroking her finger up and down it. Sam looked down, grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. She was taken aback by the sudden action. Her breath caught in her throat however when he leaned in slowly and whispered in her ear.

"Now Anne, are you sure that's all you need from me?"

Sam pulled back and stood up to leave. He didn't look back as he walked out of the bar. By the time he got to the Impala, he could hear the girl's footsteps fast approaching. He opened the passenger door and stood there. She looked at him and smiled as she climbed in. He slammed the door and got in on the other side. Not even looking at the woman, he asked where they should go. Anne told him her address. Sam peeled out of the parking lot and sped down the road. Not a word was spoken as they drove towards their destination. Pulling up to an apartment building, he shut the car off and they climbed out, heading inside. Anne had barely gotten her door open when Sam spun her around and smashed his lips into hers.

Sam kicked the door shut, never breaking the kiss. Backing her up against the wall he grabbed her wrists and pinned them up above her head. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to devour her lips. He pressed his body against hers, letting her know just how turned on he was. The need to breath was the only thing that broke them apart. Gasping, she looked up at him. Her lips were swollen and red from his sudden attack on them. Sam reached up and tenderly stroked his thumb over the bottom one.

"I don't even know your name."

"I didn't give it." Sam replied, his voice husky with need.

His hands grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he spun and carried her to the couch. He sat down with her on his lap and continued to ravish her lips. She gasped as she felt his mouth kiss and suck on her neck, occasionally nipping at the more sensitive spots. Sam's hands tangled themselves in her hair, yanking her head back to give him better access to her throat. Anne gasped as his lips ravished her. She shuddered as a feral sound escaped Sam's throat, animalistic and raw.

Sam pulled back and looked down into her lust blown eyes. Her skin was flushed with the heat of her blood pumping harder than it ever had before. He watched as her hands reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. Sam noticed they were shaking a little. He reached up and gently took her hands in his, raising them up and kissing the inside of her wrist. She gasped as his grip tightened and he pinned her arms over her head. Sam grabbed her waist and lifted her up, flipping her onto her back. He tore her blouse off in one swift movement, pulling the straps of her bra down her shoulders. A moan escaped her as he took her breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud. Anne's hand reached down and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth closer. He bit down on her nipple and she whimpered at the simultaneous pleasure and pain he was inflicting.

Sam slowly slid his other hand down her body until he reached the bottom of her skirt. He spread her legs open and reached up underneath and felt her lace thong soaking wet already. Looking into her eyes, he smirked and slid two fingers inside of her. He watched her eyes shut and her mouth open in a silent gasp. Sliding down, he pushed her skirt up higher and ripped her panties off, allowing him better access to her. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit as his fingers fucked into her tight channel. Anne swiveled her hips in an attempt to get even closer to his mouth that was devouring her. She could feel the heat building in her belly, shooting up her spine. "Oh...oh...God!" she screamed out as her orgasm exploded through her body. She gasped, unable to breath as pinpricks of light shot across her vision as she squeezed her eyes closed tighter. Sam didn't stop, he just sucked her clit harder into his mouth as his fingers continued to work in and out of her tight, pulsing channel. He twisted his fingers around and hooked them, hitting her G-spot and causing her to scream out again as another wave of mind numbing pleasure hit her. He continued to slowly slide his fingers inside of her, helping her to come down from her high. He watched as her body finally started to visibly relax. Lifting her off the couch, he carried her towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Anne's mind was reeling. She found that forming a single coherent thought proved increasingly difficult. She wasn't in the habit of doing this. Usually she just had the men buy her drinks and then she would move on. Occasionally, sure, she would take some of the cuter ones home. But usually she was the one in control. But this man had taken over. Part of it scared her, but that was quickly over-ridden by the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.

Sam laid her down on the bed as he started to undress. She licked her lips as she looked at his perfectly sculpted upper body. Muscles tight like the Greek statues she had seen in books and magazines. She watched as he unbuckled his jeans and quickly shed them. Leaving his boxers on, he crawled up her body and kissed her lips again. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. A moan escaped her again as she wound her fingers into his soft, brown hair. She could stay like this forever. She wanted this to last as long as possible. She slowly kissed him back. Tongues stroking each other, teeth gently biting lips, softly and sensuously. She felt his hand stroke her cheek tenderly. She sighed at his touch.

She slipped her hand into his boxers and started stroking his already hard cock. The tip already weeping with pre-cum. Anne ran her thumb over the swollen tip, quickly earning a low growl of pleasure from Sam. She pushed him up and pulled his shorts off, indicating with her eyes for him to lie back. She leaned down and took him into her mouth. Slightly gagging at the size of him. She reminded herself to breath through her nose, letting her throat relax as she slowly took him all the way in, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

"Jesus Christ baby..." Sam hissed. "Feels so good."

Her mouth was hot and wet as it enveloped him. She pressed the tip of her tongue on the vein as she pulled up, the seal she made with her lips so tight that Sam felt as if he had a fucking Hoover sucking him off. His hands tangled into her hair as he pressed her head down farther, simultaneously lifting his hips as she sank her mouth down again. Her free hand had a vice grip on his shaft and was stroking him at the same time. He could feel his balls tightening, his release close. He tried to pull her off, not wanting to cum just yet but she wasn't letting go. His breath coming out in short gasps, he struggled to get her to stop. Finally her pulled her up and her mouth made an obscene pop as his cock dislodged from her lips.

Flipping her over, he positioned himself between her legs. He grabbed her left leg, throwing it up over his shoulder. He looked down at her as she bit her lip. She knew that this was probably going to be a little painful. He was by far the biggest guy she had ever been with. She shivered as he kissed her ankle, the sensation sending jolts of electricity down her leg straight to her soaking wet womanhood. Anne felt him rub the tip up and down her dripping slit, teasing her.

"Please..." she panted.

Sam smirked. "Please what? I want to hear you say it. Tell me how bad you want this."

"Please..I need you inside me. I want you so bad." she begged.

Anne was quickly obliged. In one hard thrust, Sam buried himself inside her. He paused for a few seconds to let her adjust to him. He always had to do that with Jess too. Once he felt her body relax, he started slowly moving in and out. Closing his eyes at the feeling of being sheathed in her tight channel his mind started to drift. He listened to Anne panting quietly with each slow thrust. His free hand reached down to cup her breast, pinching the nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

"God, you're so tight." he growled out as his pace started to quicken. His thrust getting harder and deeper. "I could fuck you all night baby."

"Uh..yes..right there..." Anne chanted over and over. "Fuck...so good..."

Sam reached down and lifted her hips up so that he could get even deeper into her. Jess had always liked it when he did this move on her. His eyes closed again as he pushed deeper and deeper.

"Mmm...you feel so good Sammy..."

Sam was about to stop and ask how she knew his name, considering he knew he had never told her. He opened his eyes and was looking right at Jess. She smiled up at him. Reaching up to stroke his arm.

"It's been so long baby." she purred. He watched as she threw her head back as another orgasm rocked through her. "Please baby, don't stop. Don't ever stop." she cried out. "Fuck me harder Sam..please.."

He knew that he was seeing things. Consciously knew that Jess was dead. Remembered that she was in Hell because he had seen her with that bastard Michael. He remembered watching her fuck the angel with wild abandon, laughing at the pain Sam had been in.

Sam grabbed Anne's hips so tightly that surely there would be bruises in the morning. He slammed himself into her over and over, trying to drive Jess' memory from his brain. He closed his eyes again hoping that when he opened them again, Jess would be gone. He tried everything he could think of to clear his head of Jessica's face. Sam could hear Anne screaming in ecstasy. Her voice was almost gone at this point. Finally he opened his eyes and looked down to see Anne's face. Her eyes were almost black in appearance because her pupils were so lust-blown.

Before she could register what was happening, Anne was suddenly flipped over onto her knees. Sam once again grabbed her by the hips and slammed back into her from behind. She didn't think that it was possible for him to go any deeper than he already had been, but he quickly proved her wrong. Repeatedly she cried out from the orgasms wracking her body. She had so many at this point that she had lost count. Both their bodies were so drenched with sweat that the sheets were soaked. She made the decision right then and there that she was ruined for any other man that might come along. There was no possible way for anyone else to measure up to this guy. She had never felt such euphoria before. She had even come damn close to passing out a few times. She had lost all track of time and reason. All she knew was the intense pleasure that he was bringing to her.

Sam continued his thrusting at a feverish pace. Leaning down, he nipped at the sensitive flesh on her lower back. His hand reared back and slapped her ass so hard that it left a large handprint. Anne mewled and slammed herself backwards into him. She liked it rough and that just spurned Sam on. He reached up and grabbed her by the hair at the nape of her neck, jerking her head back. Adjusting his angle just a bit, he drove himself deeper into her. This was intense even for him but he was so far gone at this point he didn't care. It had been so long since he had really just let loose like this.

"Not since me, right Sam?"

Sam looked down, horrified to see Ruby's black eyes looking back at him over her shoulder.

"Don't stop Sam. You know how I like it. I love it when you fuck me like this." she teased.

Sam shook his head and started to slow down, losing his rhythm. But Ruby just laughed and leaned up on her knees with her back against his chest and drew his arms around her waist as she continued to slam herself onto him. Her hand reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and forced his face into her shoulder. Her sent was intoxicating. He could practically taste the demon blood coursing through her veins. It was his drug and Ruby had been his pusher.

"Come on Sammy," she panted, "Just a little taste. No one will know."

Before he could even think to stop himself, he bit down onto her shoulder hard enough to break the skin a little. He heard Anne cry out, from either pain or pleasure, he couldn't be sure which. He could taste her coppery blood in his mouth and knew in an instant that she wasn't Ruby.

"Ugh...Harder..." Anne rasped out.

Sam drove himself into her harder and faster, determined to drive his memories away. He let all the pain, frustration, fear, and hurt pump out of him as he came deep inside of Anne with a loud and earth shattering cry that erupted from his chest. Both of them collapsed onto the mattress, trying desperately to draw in oxygen.

"That was...just...I can't even think right now." Anne giggled. "Just..wow."

Sam looked over at her and tried to smile but found that he just couldn't do it. He had planned to just get in and get out. To "pull a Dean" as he always used to call it. But looking at her he realized that would be a dick move even for the new and improved him. Taking in a deep breath, he sighed.

"It's Sam."

Anne looked at him, confusion apparent on her face. "I'm sorry, what?"

"My name. It's Sam." he replied, looking up towards the ceiling. "You wanted to know my name. So now you do."

Anne reached over and stroked his face gently. She noticed his brow furrowed in concentration. Something in his eyes made her heart ache for him. He seemed so lost and alone all of a sudden.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Sam." she finally said as she leaned over and tenderly kissed his cheek. She yawned and felt her eyes drifting shut. Her last thought was that she seriously hoped he would be here when she woke up. She drifted off with a contented smile on her face.

Twenty minutes later, Sam was gone.