Back In Black

Prologue: Highway to Hell

It had been like any other night. The bunker was near empty, the lights were shining bright, and making the bunker seeming like it was a part of the real world. The world where it seemed like monsters and other paranormal things didn't exist and the monsters under children's beds, in their closets, and those in movies were only just that. Imaginary. But the bunker was home. It had always been home. Just as the Impala had. It kept her close to him and there was nothing more satisfying to her than that.

That was until the shouting started. She knew enough to know how to press his buttons and make him riled up in any sense. She knew him inside and out. She knew what he was scared of-other than airplanes. She knew what his favorite food was. She knew everything there was to know about the man in her life, the love of her life. She knew something that pissed him off more than witches or demons was driving his car without his permission—which she had done on more than one occasion.

"God damn it, Dean, I am going insane in this stupid fucking bunker!" she shouted as she stared at him with a hardened glare that had formed over the years of despising her life that had been set out for her since she was in middle school, from the years of hunting with Dean and his brother Sam and her cousin, Jen.

Those years had hardened her. After seeing Dean die more times than she cared to count, hearing him leave her almost as much, and the heart-wrenching stress of the hunting business that Dean had grown up in, she'd gotten harder than when Dean first met her. That was a lifetime ago when he thought he could take her home for a one-night stand.

Dean stared into her intense eyes that seemed to hold a mixture of colors ranging from gold to green to blue. He had always been so intrigued with the intricate designs in them. Even when he had first met the newly ex-fiancee of Bret Colven, he was almost instantly attracted to her. Her long, wavy blond hair that fell in soft curls, the curves of her body, her taste in music, everything. He wanted it all for at least a night. Much to his surprise, she wasn't looking for that.

"Do you think I am not?"

"Then let's go drink at a bar, it wouldn't have been the first time we've done that since we've gotten to this fucking town."

God, how he loved it and hated it when she got like this. She was more of a pain in the ass, but he got to see some of her fiery passion.

"God damn it, Andi, no. Crowley is looking for us."

"Oh, but you let Sam and Jen go on a hunt three states over," she countered back.

Damn her and her ability to bring that shit up, he thought.

"Cas is with them, that's different," he said, trying not to explode like she was getting ready to. He knew it was nearly inevitable.

"The fuck it is!"

Dean and Andi growled at the same time. Instead of swinging at him, like she really wanted to, she opted for walking away. Much to her displeasure, Dean followed.

"Where the hell are you going?" he asked, growing impatient with her by the moment. Just once, once he wanted her to stay put and find something to entertain herself like her cousin or Sam. Just once. But no, he had to fall madly in love with a woman who couldn't sit still and hated being ordered around like a puppet.

"What does it look like, Dean? Away from you!" she said, frustrated as she walked into their room.

Dean followed in. "You don't have to stay here, Andi! If you don't like the way things are run around here, you can leave. I won't stop you."

Dean almost regretted that as soon as he said that to her. But he didn't think, or expect, what came next.

"Good idea, Dean! I think I will!"