Anne Leigh Smith was always the type to be playing poker with all her hunter friends, and no she doesn't hunt deer. She hunts something more challenging than just spotting a buck and shooting it. Anne hunts demons, ghosts, wendigos, evil fairies, witches, you name it. Your worst nightmare will most likely be real.
She ends up winning the game as saying, "Sorry boys," and she collects all of their money. They groan and realize they need that money for food and other necessities.
"C'mon Annie, give me some of the money back!" Mr. J Reynolds, big time hunter says. Anne rolls her eyes, she doesn't like to be called Annie, that was her childhood nickname, and she doesn't like to be reminded of her childhood at all. It wasn't a great time for her.
"Don't call me Annie, it's Anne. I'm not a little kid anymore, and here's half of it back. I guess I'll be nice to you tonight, but I won all of ya'll's money fair and square. " She grins and puts the money in her pocket and stands up. The other men look at her with lust in their eyes, but they know she would never be that low, and she thinks a lot of herself and she wouldn't sleep around with just anybody.
"Well boys, I'm callin' it a night, I've got to hunt a killer ghost tomorrow, that is a child. Wish me luck. " She smiles and waves and walks towards the door. She was having fun at a bar, a bar that hunters come in and drink a beer and relax and have fun before or after an hunt.
The bar is Harvelle's Roadhouse. She knew the owner's very well. Ellen, Bob(sadly dead now), and Jo. They were like family to her. Jo was like a sister. She waved at Ellen and Jo. Ellen gave her a warm motherly smile."You be safe Anne." Ellen said seriously. Of course she would be safe, she's always safe."I will, promise. Bye." She said and then walked out of the bar. She got into her 67' Chevy Camaro and started the ignition and drove back to the motel she was staying at.
Dean was laying on the bed eating hot wings while watching the TV. Sam was disgusted by his habits but he ignored it. Sam was checking his cell phone for any voicemails, and he had a new recent one, he listened closely to what the caller was saying. When it was finished he looked up at Dean.
"What?" Dean asked curiously."That was Ellen. She said she thinks we need to help someone with a hunt, that she's worried about her. She said she's heard stories of this ghost, and it's not pretty, it kills everyone who tries to kill it." Sam told Dean. Dean looked confused."So Ellen called us, telling us to go help some chick hunt a ghost because it's dangerous? Who is she?" Dean asked."Um, I think she said Anne…uh..Anne Smith." Sam said. Dean realized who he was talking about and started chuckling to himself.
"You know her?" Sam asked."Oh yeah, sure do. Never forget her." Dean smiled."How come I've never heard of her?" Sam asked. Dean started putting his things in his duffle bag, Sam assumed he was getting ready to go hearing news of a woman needing help."Because you were at Stanford, when Dad and me were hunting things and meeting people. She helped us with a case. She was pretty damn good at hunting too. God, she could kiss too." Dean smiled."Okay, well we're going to help her, just remember that. We're not going for you to have a random hook up." Sam frowned."Whatever, Sammy." Dean laughed.
Anne was investigating the killings done by the ghost. She had her little female woman officer get up, and she looked stunning in it. She had her pen and paper in hand, and she was asking a bunch of questions that didn't make sense to the victim's family."I know you said that you think it was just a heart attack, but was Mr. Thomas acting funny to you before his death?" She asked. The woman was crying, and she didn't feel like answering questions. Anne hated bothering upset people, but she had to so no one else would die.
"Please m'am. As soon as you answer my question, I can leave you alone. I know your feeling terrible and need to be left alone, just answer the question." I said. She took a deep breath and was going to answer the question but her eyes widened and I heard someone clear their throat behind me.
"Excuse me m'am, I'm Detective Landis, and this is my partner Dante. I think you need to be talking to some detective's who will take care of the case, and not just fool around like one of these young police officers that just started their job, I'm sorry for her bothering you. She doesn't know what she's doing. Like I said; she's just new at this." Dean said sounding very annoyed at Anne. Anne turned around and just stared in shock at Dean and his brother Sam. She looked at Mrs. Thomas and smiled and slowly walked away. Dean looked at her and winked. She rolled her eyes and kept walking. She stood at her car waiting on them to finish talking to Mrs. Thomas. She would really bitch out Dean.
How could he come back all of a sudden like this? This was her case, no one else's. No one else knew about this job except for Ellen and Jo. Ellen…she told Dean and Sam to help. Anne got really pissed off, she could handle this herself. She didn't need Dean or Sam. Especially Dean.
Dean and Sam came strolling over towards her. She walked towards them and stood there with her arms crossed.
"I know who sent you." She said with the most attitude in her voice that she could come up with."Oh, who?" Dean laughed."Ellen. Now y'all can leave now, I can do this myself. I don't need your help." Anne said.
"Oh no Annie. She told us that this ain't a normal case, that it is more dangerous, and she thinks you can't handle it, so we're staying, we're leaving the job we're hunting, and we are babysitting you. Do you think we want to do this? No. We don't. Deal with it." Dean replied sounding like a smart ass. She hated it when people call her Annie."Don't call me Annie, I'm Anne. I'm not a kid anymore, and I can take care of myself. And your even more a dick than when we first met." She grumbled.
"Anne, we're just here to help, I know you don't want to see Dean, but as soon as this is over, we'll be out of here." Sam said. Wow, he was really nice, and complete opposite from Dean.
"Okay, good." Anne said. Dean smiled knowing that he got his way and they all got into their cars and before they drove off, Dean looked over at her in her car."Annie, my Impala's better." Dean smirked and then cranked up his car and drove off. Anne rolled her eyes, and followed behind them.