Made for Me
Chapter One – Made for Me
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take," Anne whispered, before climbing into her bed. She stared up at her light blue ceiling.
"God… if you're listening… I feel I've been rather patient with you. I've asked you for a sign, to show me the way to the man I am supposed to be with…. I've asked you to show me the way to my true love. I know that I'm 25, and I shouldn't be worried about these things at such an early age… but I want a family. After losing my family so early in life, I've wanted one of my own." Annie sighed, closing her eyes, concentrating. "Please. Please God. I feel so alone. I have Uncle Bobby, but… he's obviously not what I want. Please. Help me find someone that can fit this hole I have. Lead me to the man I love."She whispered against her hands. Annie lit a candle, and blew a kiss to a picture of her parents. She could hear her 'uncle', Bobby Singer, walking around on the first floor. Annie tucked myself under the covers, staring out her window into the night sky.
Annie awoke to people arriving, from the sound of the conversation, hunters. More than likely, it would be the Winchester boys or Rufus. She groaned and put her head under a pillow. Annie hated early mornings. Working night shifts at the local gas station tended to make her a grumpy morning person.
"Who else is here, Bobby? I saw a car I didn't recognize." Dean said, looking around. Bobby coughed and didn't answer. "…Bobby…" Dean said, lowering his voice.
"Anne Harris." Bobby answered. Sam looked up, recognizing the name.
"Didn't… she live in town?" Sam asked, picking up one of the old tomes on Bobby's desk. Bobby nodded.
"When she was 17, her parents were killed by a demon. I killed it, and instead of making a 17 year old go through foster care for a year, I took her in. She's just gotten back from college in California, she mastered in English." Bobby smiled. "She's a late sleeper, so be quiet." He mentioned. "She's just got back to town, so I told her she could stay here, pay rent and whatever until she could find a place."
"So that's why this place is so clean. She's cleaning house as rent." Dean laughed.
"Cleaned house, cooks, balances checkbooks, laundry. Anything you expect a stay at home wife to do, she does." Bobby said absentmindedly. Dean waggled his eyebrows at Sam, before a paper ball hit him. "Don't you think about it. That girl is like a daughter to me. I wont have you hurting her, Dean." Bobby pointed his finger at Dean to make his point. "She's a good girl, she doesn't need idgets like you and your brother here screwing her over. …she needs someone who isn't a hunter." He sighed. "Which means she needs to move out of this house." he chuckled, more to himself. The trio left the subject of the new visitor, going on to talk about what they could be hunting.
The three men stopped when there was a rustle upstairs. Sam smiled when a blonde appeared, curly haired and bright blue eyes. She had a curvy figure, and she rubbed her arms as she walked into the room.
"Jesus, Uncle Bobby… does it have to be this damn cold?" she asked, squinting a little.
"Yes I do. I am a hot-blooded creature, I like the cold. If you don't like it, wear something other than those tshirts and basketball shorts." Bobby replied, smiling at her. Sam watched the two interact, enjoying himself. It was always comforting to watch Bobby with someone he had a soft spot for. His eyes twinkled and he smiled more often. Anne turned her eyes to the boys, and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Anne." She said, waving a little.
"I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean." Sam answered, grinning. "So… how long have you known Bobby?"
"Since I was five. I lived down the road from here. My parents were killed by a demon when I was seventeen… and when I ran from my house, Bobby found me hiding in an old Chevy. " she laughed. "He tried to exorcise my mother but… she had died before the demon took her." She smiled at Bobby. "After that, he let me stay with him so I could finish school and go to college." Sam nodded at the story, looking at Dean, who looked rather impressed with Bobby, who merely shrugged. Anna waited a moment before walking into the kitchen, making herself cereal.
"So, like I had been saying…" Bobby coughed, getting the boys' attention back to him. "I'm thinking its just a werewolf problem…"
"JUST a werewolf problem?" Anne asked, sticking her head out. "You make it sound like they're just pesky fruit flies."
"In a sense, sister." Dean chirped, speaking for the first time. Anne blushed, ducking back into the kitchen. "Does… she fluster easily?" Dean asked, smirking. Bobby shrugged in a 'hell if I know' fashion.
"I dunno, Bobby…" Sam said, going through his notes. "Remember one of the times we thought it was a werewolf and it wasn't? This… seems almost too clean." Sam sighed. "I think they want us to think it's a werewolf, so we walk into a trap unprepared."
"I think you're over-thinking this. It's a werewolf or a skin walker." Dean sighed. Sam sighed. "But.. we can always pack a little more heat than usual." He said, trying to placate his brother. Sam nodded.
"We could get a fourth opinion." Bobby said quietly, shrugging.
"I'm not calling Cas. He's busy, as per usual." Dean said, shaking his head.
"I'm not busy." A rough voice came from behind Dean, who rolled his eyes. "What do you need?" Castiel the Angel asked, looking at the three.
"We're just having a debate on what this creature might be." Sam smiled. "They think it's a werewolf, but I have this gut feeling that it isn't." Castiel looked around, confused.
"You've never called me to consult on a non-heaven/hell based venture before." He said, sitting down.
"That's because I didn't mean YOU, Cas. No offense." Bobby groaned. "These idgets forget that we have another person in the house." Castiel looked even more confused if possible, and Anne emerged, eating her cereal.
"You meant ME?" Anne asked, eyes wide. "I… I dunno.. I haven't gone on a hunt in years… I mean… I went on three with you Bobby. I don't think that really makes me a hunter or an expert on anything, you know?" she whispered frantically. Bobby shushed her.
"Just read the notes and the stuff." Bobby said, turning the notebook and a tome towards her. The blonde sighed and nodded, quickly reading over the notes.
"Whoever wrote this needs to work on penmanship." She muttered, not looking up. Dean made a face towards her, slumping in his seat. "But… I would say that it's a werewolf." She shrugged. "All the clues match up." She sighed, and Dean smiled super pleased with himself. No one noticed the silent angel, who was watching the blondes every move. She smiled at him and took her cereal upstairs, closing her bedroom door behind her. Castiel turned and watched her leave, mouth slightly open.
"Who… is that?" Castiel asked, turning back around. Dean chuckled at the question, before looking up to see the Angel staring after her trail again, mouth ajar.
"That's Anne Harris. Shes… kind of Bobby's niece. She's staying here for a while." Sam smiled, eyebrow arched. "Why? Is she… important?" Castiel nodded, silent. Bobby looked up, eyes wide. He didn't want his girl hurt, and he'd be damned if they got the drift of how protective he was of Anne. Dean coughed, trying to signal Castiel to continue, but the Angel was too busy off in his own thoughts.
"CAS." Bobby barked. The Angel spun around, staring at him expectantly. "Why is she important? She isn't… theres nothing wrong is there?" he asked, trying to sound calm.
"No. Everything's wrong, Bobby. Everything." Castiel said, sighing. Bobby sat back, his mind racing.
"What is she?" Dean asked.
"Human." Castiel said simply. The men looked at each other, confused.
"Then how is she so important that she makes things not alright?" Sam asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Because… she's made for me." Castiel said, looking back to the staircase.