A/N: Long time, no see, my lovelies! I'm so sorry that it's been months and months, but hopefully, I'm back for good! Thank you for the continued love and support on my stories, and as always, I hope you enjoy this chapter of "Unfixable."

The house was dead silent, nothing but the sound of Tessa's beating heart thudding in her chest invading the space. She hadn't moved since she'd arrived at Bobby's home three hours ago, when she'd draped herself across the couch and hugged a pillow to her chest.

Bobby had been understandably shocked when the two hunters showed up at his door, Tessa looking numb and Sam livid. After hearing bits and pieces of the story from Sam, Bobby had tried (and failed) to coax her into eating some food. He had had quietly left for his study an hour or so earlier, finally letting Tessa have a few moments to herself. Sam had been in and out of the house, speaking to someone in a hushed, angry whisper on the phone for hours on end. Tessa assumed this was Dean, but strangely enough, she couldn't find it in her to care enough to find out.

She couldn't feel anything at all, really. After she had woken up in the car outside of Bobby's house, something peculiar had happened. It was as if every emotion, every feeling that Tessa had ever had- whether it be anger, sadness, happiness-was gone. She was finally, blissfully free of Dean, of life, of feeling.

"For the last time, she's not going to talk to you! You really fucked up, Dean. I don't think she can forgive you." Sam had just entered the room, phone pressed to his ear as he stole glances over at Tessa. She only stared blankly back, not a single hint of emotion on her tired, drawn face. Sam grimaced apologetically at the girl before turning his back to her, talking even more quietly into his phone.

Then, Tessa heard it. Dean's voice coming through the speaker, crackling and distorted, but there was no mistaking that deep, loud rasp. "God dammit, Sam! Please, just let me talk to her. I'm already on my way back, I'll be there in a couple hours-"

That was all Tessa heard before she jumped out of her seat and rushed up the stairs to her old room. She yanked her now-ratty suitcase out from beneath the bed, threw it open, and began wildly throwing items inside. Bobby's home had become a sort-of "base camp" for the Winchester's and Tessa, where they left extra clothing and the odd and end possession. Now, Tessa was tossing everything inside, anxious to get out of the suffocating house as quickly as possible.

While Tessa was packing, Sam had quietly padded up the stairs and was standing just outside the girl's room. She hadn't closed the door all of the way, leaving a sliver of space for Sam to stare through. He couldn't believe what was happening. Dean and Tessa had seemed inseparable, like nothing would ever tear them apart. Now, Sam wasn't so sure what to think. The situation seemed unfixable, and after seeing the numbness in Tessa's eyes, Sam didn't think she would ever be able to forgive Dean.

He didn't know what was going to happen next. Tessa wouldn't expect Sam to choose her over his brother, he knew, but he couldn't leave the poor woman alone. They were all Tessa had, and it was their fault in the first place that her father was dead and she'd left her home. But from the looks of it, Tessa was planning on leaving, but where she would go, Sam had no idea.

Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing a disheveled Tessa lugging a giant suitcase and duffel bag. She shoved past Sam, refusing to meet his questioning gaze as she made a beeline for the staircase. Sam reached out, grabbing her arm, and forcing her to turn around and face him.

"Where the hell are you going, Tessa?" Sam said, eyes wide. "You can't leave like this."

Tessa laughed, a high, cold sound, unlike any noise she'd ever uttered before. "I can't leave, or you won't let me? Newsflash, Sam: You don't get a fucking opinion on what I do or who I become." Her face softened, and her eyes flashed to Sam's face. "You know I can't stay here, Sammy. I love you so damn much, but seeing him... I don't think I can bear it."

Sam nodded, his face filled with hurt and sorrow. He pulled Tessa to his chest, burying his face in her lilac-scented hair. It hurt like hell, knowing he was going to have to let go of the girl who was practically his sister, but nothing he could do would make her stay if she didn't want to. Tessa was stubborn and strong, and she never once backed down from a fight.

He pulled away, sighing quietly, and slipped a pair of car keys into Tessa's hand. After pressing a quick kiss to the brunette's forehead, he turned away, not moving until he heard the sound of the front door latching shut.

The long, winding road stretched out before her, and never before had Tessa felt so very alone. The second she'd pulled out of Bobby's gravel driveway, she realized that she didn't have a place on earth to go. The only people Tessa considered to be friends were Sam and Bobby, and she had just abandoned them. She couldn't go to The Roadhouse, because as soon as Dean snapped out of his stupor that would be the first place he would look for her at. And as much as she adored Ellen, Tessa knew that the woman wouldn't be able hide her from Dean.

Then, it hit her. There was only one other person Tessa could stay with, and it was such a genius idea that she wasn't sure why she hadn't thought of it before. Jo.

Jo had gone off on her own several months before, Tessa remembered Ellen mentioning. It was true that the two girls hadn't exactly been best friends during their one meeting, but Tessa hoped that Jo would extend just a little compassion towards her. After all, the main source of all Jo's anger was, in fact, Dean.

Tessa internally cringed as she reflected on the first-and only- time she and Jo had met. She'd briefly heard of Jo after Dean and Sam had handled a killer clown case Ellen had given them, but she didn't get a chance to meet the girl until several weeks later. They'd stopped by The Roadhouse to see Ash, but instead Tessa and the Winchesters witnessed a major blowout between Ellen and Jo. At the time, Tessa had admired the girls determination to become a hunter, but a small part of her was resentful of her, and for such a petty reason, as well. Sam had mentioned that Jo had a crush on Dean.

Dean had also hit on her, Sam had said, once upon a time. But since that was before they started dating, Tessa really couldn't hold it against him, at least she tried not to. Still, it made her uneasy, seeing Jo look at Dean in the way that she did. Things had only gotten worse when Jo turned up while they were on "her" case.

Jo had spent the entire time flirting with Dean while giving Tessa the cold shoulder. At first, Tessa had tried to let it go, but her patience could only go so far. There was a brief moment where she snapped at Jo, and a small fight had broken out. Dean and Sam were out at the time, so they never knew it happened, and neither of the girls had told them afterwards. Needless to say, Jo and Tessa had not parted on the best terms, and she had no idea how the girl would react when Tessa turned up to wherever she was.

"Fuck!" Tessa cursed, banging her hands against the steering wheel. She just then realized that she had no idea where- or how- to find Jo. It wasn't like she had the girl on speed dial, so she couldn't just call her up. With a resigned sigh, Tessa fumbled for her own phone in her pocket and pulled it out.

She dialed Ellen's number, praying that the older woman would pick up. She did. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ellen. It's Tessa. I know I don't really speak to you often, but, um, this is kind of a weird question, but do you have any idea where Jo is now?" Tessa bit her lip anxiously, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.

"Last time I talked to her, she was tending some bar up in Duluth. Why, what's wrong honey?" Ellen sounded slightly worried, most likely thinking that something terrible had befallen her daughter.

"Oh, it's nothing, really. You know, I was just in the area and thought it would be nice to meet up-"

Ellen cut her off quickly. "Cut the bullshit, Tessa. What is it?"

Tessa inwardly groaned, but nevertheless, she spilled her story. Who did Ellen have to tell, anyway? "Okay, fine, you've got me. Dean and I had a, um, falling out, I guess you'd say. Basically, he's been sleeping around on me for god knows how long. I needed to leave Bobby's, to get some space, you know? I didn't want to come to The Roadhouse because I'm sure Dean'll look for me there. Jo was the first person I could think of that might let me stay for a little while."

Hearing her story said out loud, Tessa realized how pathetic she sounded. She was being extremely immature, running away from her problems rather than facing them head on. But like she'd told Ellen, she needed the space desperately. She had to be away from the supernatural world, from hunting and monsters and demons, to clear her head, just for a little while. After John had died, everything seemed to be piling on her and the Winchesters, and Tessa hadn't had a chance to breathe in what felt like years. Centuries, even.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry," Ellen paused, searching for words of comfort for the poor girl on the line. "Jo should be in Duluth still. Let me know if you need anything, alright? Just say the word."

Tessa felt a sudden rush of gratitude for the older woman. "Thanks so much, Ellen." She was about to end the call when Ellen spoke again.

"And Tessa? I won't tell him you called." Ellen ended the call, leaving Tessa once again in the quiet solitude of her car. Images of Dean with that faceless girl swam around in Tessa's mind, and all she could hear was that snippet of a phone call. How could he, after everything he'd said, everything they'd been through?

And then, the worst thought of them all hit Tessa: How many others had there been?

In the entire duration of their relationship, how many women had Dean secretly been with? How many times had he abandoned her in trashy motel rooms, off to live another life for the night? Tessa wanted desperately to think that the nameless blonde was the first, and last, but she couldn't be too sure. After all, Dean had seemed too calm, too cool when she first brought up her suspicions to him. Almost as if he was well practiced in the field of cheating.

For the first time since she accepted Dean's offer to travel with him and Sam over a year ago, she regretted not going off on her own. She was a young girl, silly in her dreams and fantasies of romance and knights in shining armor. Tessa had believed that nothing could come between her and Dean, no monster or demon or witch or vampire, and look where that got her. In the end, it hadn't been a demon that took Dean away from her, like she'd grown accustomed to thinking. It had been his own sex drive, his unwillingness to let go of the man he used to be.

Tessa was truly and completely alone, now. She knew no one outside of this group of hunters, she had no "real" home, and hell, even the car she was driving belonged to Bobby. All she truly owned were the bags thrown in the trunk and the CD in the disc player.

"God dammit!" Tessa pulled over to the side of the road to calm herself down. The last thing she needed was to get into a wreck. Tessa took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. She fished around in the glove compartment for a minute until she found a map that Bobby had tucked away in there. From the looks of it, Tessa was almost to Duluth. She was thankful for that, too, because it was getting darker outside, and she didn't like the idea of running around an unfamiliar town at night.

As she drew closer and close to the city limits, Tessa slowed down, now intent on finding the bar that Jo was working at. Ellen hadn't given her a name, but there couldn't be too many bars in this town, could there?

Apparently, there were. After an unsuccessful ten minutes of driving up and down the streets, a neon sign caught Tessa's eye. "The Sandpiper," it read. Underneath the sign were the words "Duluth's Biggest, Loudest Bar!"

"Thank god," Tessa muttered as she parked. She sat in the car for a minute after turning off the ignition, trying to gather her wits. It was a given that Jo wasn't going to be happy to see Tessa, so the best she was hoping for was a cold glare and maybe a backhanded insult or two. She was likely still pissed off at Dean and Sam, and therefore Tessa as well for associating with them.

Thankfully, there were only a few stragglers left in the bar, mainly older guys who looked like they'd been done over a good few times. One man nodded his head in greeting to Tessa, who cautiously smiled in return. She felt naked without her mother's engagement ring on her finger; in her haste to leave, she'd left it at Bobby's. Someday she would have to go back for it.

Tessa scanned the bar for Jo, her heart hammering in her chest, and finally spotted the blonde opening up a twelve pack behind the counter. Tessa took in a final, breath, counted to five, and made her move

"Hey, Jo," she said, approaching the bar slowly. Her stomach turned as she got closer to the girl, and Tessa braced herself for the likely stream of curses that were to come.

Jo turned around, an incredulous expression on her face. She raised an eyebrow at Tessa, looking her up and down before speaking. "Why the hell are you here?"