I Am Complete

CHAPTER 11

SAM'S POV:

This guy is clearly annoying her. I can't hear what she's saying, but her face says it all. I'm about to get up and walk over, but Dean pulls me down. "She can handle it." I know he's right. The guy scoots closer, his knee touching hers. Anger flares in me. His hand moves to her thigh, and I see red. He shouldn't be touching her. Dean sees me watching, a glare on my face. "Somebody's jealous..." he mumbles. "I'm not jealous, Dean. I just don't like that guy touching her." Dean smirks. "That's jealousy, dumbass." I ignore him, my eyes trained on Andy.

She hits his hand away, but he puts it right back, this time sliding it upwards. She pushes him away and stands up, and she yells something at him. He yells back. Then he grabs her arm. I've had enough. I stand up and push my way to the front of the bar and rip his dirty hands off of her. I move in between her and him, making sure to take full advantage of my height. "She said no, asshole. Leave her alone." I growl.

"Why're you protecting her? You want in on the action? We can share, I bet the slut would like that-" anger rushes through my veins. My fist goes flying, hitting him square in the face. He stumbles back, catching himself by grabbing a table. The man balances himself and comes charging at me, punching my jaw. I punch him back, getting him in the stomach. He keels over and I knee his head. He falls to the ground, a groan emanating from his lips.

I grab him by his shirt and pull him up, staring him straight in the eyes. "If you ever come near her again, I will kill you. Understand?" the man frantically nods. I drop him to the ground and he scurries away. People are staring, and some have their phones out. I turn towards Andy. "Are you okay?" I ask, my anger fading. "Yeah, I'm fine. But you're not." she points to my fist and I look down. I have blood on my knuckles from punching the guy.

"Guys, we should get out of here." Dean says, gesturing to all the people watching us. We nod in agreement and head out. We're a bit away from the bar when Andy stops and turns to me. "You didn't need to do that, Sam." I run a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry, I just didn't like his hands all over you, and when he said those things, my anger just took over, I'm really sorr-" she cuts me off. "It's ok Sam. I just wanted to say thank you. If that guy had kept going he would have lost a lot more than his dignity."

I chuckle a bit. "You two love birds ready to go? I feel a bit awkward standing here watching this." Dean says. I flip him off and I feel the blush return to my cheeks. Andy rolls her eyes and climbs into the backseat of the car. I climb into the passenger seat and Dean starts the car. We make a short stop at the corner store and pick up a pack of beers, then return to the hotel. Andy changes out of her dress into a pair of Pjs and I change into a new shirt and some sweats.

Dean flicks on the TV and surfs through a couple of channels before landing on some sort of old black and white movie. I pass out beers and sit next to Andy on the bed. The movie is rather terrible, but I don't mind. I'm happy just to be here. I feel comfortable, the world feels right for just a moment, like Andy has always been here. She fits right in, like a puzzle piece I didn't know I was missing.

After an hour or so, I feel Andy lay her head on my shoulder. I sneak a look down at her. Her eyes are half lidded, her sleepiness evident. I don't say anything, I just let her eyes close as she rests on my shoulder. "Is she asleep?" Dean whispers. I nod. Dean clicks off the TV and climbs into bed. I gently ease Andy down, pulling the covers back. She mumbles something, but she rolls over and goes right back to sleep. I climb in next to her and pull the covers up. Just like the first night, she rolls into me, wrapping an arm over my chest.

I allow my eyes to close, sleep coming quickly.