Story Name: Pivot Point
Pen Name: ElenaRoan
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them, written purely for enjoyment.
Warnings:
Summary: What if Anna decided to derail the apocalypse by intervening to help rather than trying to make the brothers never having existed.
Timeline: Season 3
Note: I'm Australian and I can't bring myself to use USA spelling, sorry.
Prologue: Escape
Only angels knew how to hurt angels and there had been many eons they could practice on the prisoners locked in the prison. Of which she was the latest unwilling resident.
Silver lining though, with the apocalypse not going the way the hierarchy wanted the guards escorting, dragging, her back to her cell after the latest session of torture/reprogramming had reduced to one. She hadn't broken yet, it was only a matter of time though.
Her escape, when it came, was more luck than any planning on her behalf. The glimpse of door 42 out of the corner of her eye, her guard's disgusted distraction, and a split second of leverage to her advantage. She dropped him and was through the door before he could sound the alarm, once on earth she was gone to one of the four corners.
It didn't take long for her grace to heal her up, the first thing she did after that was carve the sigils that would block angels from finding her on her own ribs.
It took a while for her to figure out what to do, her one angel crusade to stop the apocalypse that the hierarchy so foolishly set their hearts on. How was the question though, Lucifer would eventually pester Sam into saying yes it was just a matter of time. Maybe the other angels would manage to pester Dean into saying yes before time ran out but she doubted it. Both brothers were as stubborn as they come, however no one could hold out forever.
Ideas came and went; perhaps removing Lucifer's vessel, she firmly prevented herself from thinking of him using his name. Perhaps ensuring that those who began and finished the seals never were born in the first place.
Then it hit her, the one place where it could all be pushed aside not by killing but by the opposite.
She took a deep breath; she had one chance at this, and vanished into the depths of time.
