Dean stopped outside the door. He didn't like this, he didn't want this. He was only there because Stephanie had demanded him to. He was a firm believer in dealing with his own problems but this problem was getting too big and wouldn't go away. He knew he needed help although he wasn't ready to admit it. He lifted his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" A male voice shouted.
He entered and was greeted by two faces, a male and a female. The male stood behind the desk and was clearly the guy he was sent there to talk to but his eyes went to the female. A young girl in a school girl outfit sitting on his side of the desk, just watching him silently.
"Dean Ambrose?" The man asked, forcing Dean to look at him.
"The one and only," Dean answered.
"I'm Sam but I guess you already knew that," Sam said.
"Yeah, Stephanie told me your name. I'm sorry, is it bring your daughter to work day or something?" Dean asked as his eyes wandered back to the girl.
Sam laughed and sat down.
"This is Annabelle. She'll be working close to you," he said.
"A kid? Really?" Dean asked.
"She's not a kid. She just have a very youthful face. She's 23," Sam said.
"And what exactly do you expect her to do for me?" Dean asked.
"Keep you alive," Sam answered.
Dean laughed as he looked at Sam in disbelief. Sam didn't laugh though. His facial expression was very serious. Dean looked at Annabelle that hadn't said anything yet and she looked serious too. His laughter died out and he felt kind of awkward.
"I chose Annabelle because of her youthful appeareance. You got quite the reputation, mr Ambrose," Sam said.
"Meaning?" Dean asked.
"Meaning that everyone knows how you are around the ladies. You're gonna tell everyone that Annabelle is your latest obsession that you're keeping around for a little while. A fangirl completely in awe of you and being brought along on a little trip with her idol," Sam said.
"She doesn't look a day over 16. They'll put my ass in jail," Dean tried.
"Just tell everyone she's 18 and legal," Sam said.
"And how exactly is she gonna keep me alive?" Dean asked.
"She has her ways," Sam said with a warm smile.
Dean drummed his fingers on his collarbone as he thought it through quickly.
"No, no way. A girl can't protect me," he said.
"Don't pull the sexist card here. Annabelle is one of my most trustworthy employees," Sam said.
"No, I won't have it," Dean said and turned to walk away.
Sam looked at Annabelle with a smile and nodded. She got to her feet, reached around her back and pulled out a knife she had hidden there. Dean was just about to open the door and leave as the knife was thrown and stuck into the wall right next to his face. He looked at it, his eyes growing wide, and then he turned around to see her standing up.
"What the hell? You threw a knife at my head?" He yelled.
"No, I threw it next to your head. If I wanted it to end in your head, trust me, you wouldn't be speaking to me right now," she said.
He was taken back by her dark, exotic voice. That wasn't how he had expected her to sound. He thought she had a light tone but that couldn't be further from the truth. He didn't like it but her voice alone crawled down his spine.
He turned back around and reached his hand up towards the knife.
"Don't touch my knife!" She sneered.
He stopped. Normally he wouldn't take orders from anyone but there was something in her tone that made him know that this knife would probably end up inside him somehow if he dared touching it. Instead he just stood there as she walked over and pulled it out of the wall herself.
"Don't ever touch my knife," she said calmly as she hid it behind her back again.
Sam cleared his throat and they both turned their heads to look at him.
"As I was saying, Annabelle is perfect for the job. She'll keep you safe and figure out who's been sending you those threats," he said.
Dean sighed, knowing he couldn't win this. It didn't even matter if he walked away. Stephanie had made it perfectly clear that he didn't have a choice in this.
"Fine, she can come," he finally gave in.
"You got a car waiting outside?" Sam asked.
"No, I took a cap here," Dean answered.
Sam opened a drawer and threw a set of carkeys to Annabelle.
"Keep him safe," he said.
"Always," she said.
She sat silently behind the wheel while he was watching her. Normally he welcomed silence but around her it made him feel awkward. He thought to turn on the radio but wasn't sure if she'd allow it. It was clear that she was gonna be in charge of this situation and as much as he hated to submit to anything or anyone, he knew he was pulling the short straw here.
"So, Anna is it? Or do you prefer Belle?" He asked.
"Annabelle," she answered.
"Can you make out a full sentence, sweetheart?" He asked, cracking a little smile at her.
"Annabelle!" She said more firmly.
"Relax, doll, I'm just trying to make friendly conversation here," he said.
She pulled over and before he knew it, she was turned against him in her seat, one hand around his throat and her other hand behind her back. He didn't need to ask what it was doing back there. He knew she had her hand locked around the shaft of the knife, ready to pull it if he did any wrong move. He knew he could probably take her down in a fist fight but he had already seen what she could do with a knife and he really didn't wanna find out what else she could. So he did nothing. He just looked at her, waiting for her to move or talk.
"It's Annabelle! Not Anna, not Belle, not sweetheart or doll or any other disgusting pet name you can come up with. Annabelle!" Her voice was firm and didn't leave room for questions.
"Annabelle," he repeated to assure her he got the message.
She let go off his throat, turned in her seat and started driving again.
"Mind if I turn on the radio?" He tried.
"Don't," she answered.
He sat back, still annoyed by the silence. This girl was getting to him in ways he wasn't sure if he liked or not, ways he had never experienced before. He knew he was in for a hell of a ride.