(Takes place sometime in early 2003)
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Dean Winchester was good at many things, this wasn't one of them. He wasn't sure what to do, after all a crying girl had never been something he was good with, a crying teenage girl no less. Hell he didn't even deal with those one he was one himself. A teenager, not a girl.
Sighing he ran his fingers though his hair, tracing his steps back into the Kitchen. He needed a beer, hell he needed a lot of beer.
What the hell had he gotten himself into now.
.:*:.
Dean had just walked into a bar hoping to get drunk and laid by the nights end.
Something that would be common for most of the men in their. After all, it is a bar. What was uncommon was Dean wanted to get drunk to forget about the things he seen and killed, he wanted to get laid to, well, get laid.
"El Sol" He said to the bartender sliding a five dollar bill forward as his hunter eyes swept the bar for a possible girl that will fulfill his second need.
Yahtzee
She was tall blonde and big busted with a body like a goddess. Dean stood ready to make his move when his phone ringed.
Damn it
He didn't check to see who was calling his eyes still on the blonde goddess trying to play pool, "Hello"
"Dean?"
"Bobby?" He frowned wondering why the older hunter was calling him. More so why Bobby sounded upset and dare he say it… Scared?
"I need some help and can't seem to get a hold of your dad"
When has Bobby ever asked for help with a hunt?
"He's down in West Texas. You wont be able to get a hold of him for a few days at lest"
"Damn it"
"Where you at Bobby?"
"Huh. Oh. Home" Dean heard a scuffle of falling objects, "You mind dropping by boy?"
"No. I'll be there tomorrow"
"Thanks" Bobby said as he hung up the phone on a confused and worried Dean Winchester.
He took another swig of beer before walking out of the bar un-drunk and with out company.
Dean got into the Impala and Headed towards Bobby's house unaware of what he was really getting himself into.
.:*:.
Annabelle sat on the couch at her uncle's house -her uncle who she barley knows- looking at the wall that was covered with papers and stacks of books pushed up against it.
If you looked at her you might think she was dead, only the occasional raise and fall of her chest and stray tears let you know that she was alive. Though It felt to her that she was barely alive. She couldn't believe this was happening again, after so long of being safe…
The sound of a car driving up the dirt road was enough to let Bobby Singer know Dean Winchester had arrived.
He waited a moment, watching his niece before going to the door. The weight of the young girls future heavy on his shoulders.
She's too worried, too damn worried.
He opened the door at the moment Dean bounded up the steps, worry lit his face.
"Everything okay Bobby"
Bobby sighed letting the young man in and led him to the living. Dean stopped short when he saw the young girl sitting there on the couch.
"Annabelle" Bobby called her but she didn't hear him, she was to lost in thought to lost in her pain, he cleared his throat and tried again, "Annabelle" She glanced up wiping away a few tears.
She noticed the man standing next to her uncle but didn't give a second thought to him. "Yeah?"
"This is Dean Winchester. Dean this is my niece Annabelle" Dead smiled and said Hello, Annabelle gave a weak smile and said Hi before turning her attention back to the wall. Dean looked at the wall wondering what was so interesting about it.
Bobby sighed, "We're going to be in the Kitchen. Just holler if you need me" Annabelle nodded her head not saying a word still hung up on the wall, as if she was seeing things that weren't really there. Or just trying to focus on something beside her pain.
Dean fallowed Bobby unsure of what was going on.
When the hell did Bobby get a niece ?
"What's going on?" Dean didn't waste anytime like Bobby knew he wouldn't.
"Her parents left her to go hunt down some son of a bitch and left her here with me-" He sighed and lowered his voice trying not to let his anger show "John Compton an old buddy and mine and your dad's called looking for some back up. Somethin'going down that he needs a bit of help with"
Dean nodded his head, "You need me to go help this guy out?"
"No, No. Bill is a paranoid guy. If he see someone that not me or your dad he'll shoot first and ask later"
"Okay?" Dean wasn't understanding what Bobby had called him for.
"I was hoping I could get a hold of your dad-" He sighed again, something he seemed to be doing a lot of lately "Since I can't I have to head on out"
Dean kept nodding his head, waiting to understand what Bobby wanted from him.
"I need you to stay here and look after Annabelle"
"Okay… Wait… What?" Deans face went from understanding to confused to plain ol' shock.
He want's me to baby sit is he crazy?
"Look boy, I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't the last resort" Dean tried not to take offensive and was failing miserably, He wouldn't be that bad at babysitting. Right?
.:*:.
"Your leaving me with him?" Annabelle said doubtfully as she glared at what's his face. She had some serious doubt about him being capable enough to look out for her. Not that she needed someone to watch out for her. She'd been doing fine the past few years, Not that she would ever let her uncle Bobby know that.
Dean tried not to take to much offensive her obvious displeasure. Though he was failing, He snorted thinking she's lucky to have him.
Bobby looked at Dean he was also doubtful of Dean's babysitting duty but, "He's a damn good hunter Annabelle. If something should happen I know Dean could take good care of you"
She had some serious doubts, but what could she do? She just shook her head, hands on her hips, "Fine" She walked back to the couch and stared at the wall once again losing herself in her thoughts. She had more important things to worry about.
Bobby sighed and glanced at Dean hoping the boy would come through for him, but he knew one thing. If anything would happen to Annabelle he'd personally kick Dean's ass.
.:*:.
Dean tipped the beer back taking in the comfort of its taste. In the past twenty four hours he went from kicking some ghost ass almost getting laid to babysitting a sixteen year old girl who's idea of fun was staring at the wall silently crying.
Motherfucker.
Well he had enough. He wont sit there and just let the girl cry, even if staying in the kitchen drinking sounded much better. Dean wouldn't, no, couldn't just let her sit there and cry. He shivered, crying girls always gave him the creeps.
He marched back into the living room, relived to see that she wasn't crying just sitting there staring at her phone.
"Hey kid there's a diner a few miles out of town that has the best pie ever-" he smiled just thinking about it "How about we head on out of here and grab us a couple of slices" He was sure she would put up a fight, or glare at him. What he wasn't expecting was her to smile at him, "That sounds good" She said getting up putting her phone into her red hoodie pocket.
As they walked out into the Impala Annabelle green eyes glisten with hope. Now that she was out of the house, out of this god forsaken junk yard and heading to a town she had a chance to get away.
All she had to do now was find a way to ditch Don Juan over there and go help her parents.
.:*:.
When he said a few miles out of town, he really meant a few. They had been in the car about twenty to thirty minutes before he pulled into the half empty parking lot.
"This must be some really good pie" She muttered under hear breath, he looked over at her and grinned, "Only the best sweetheart" he was being sarcastic, but she rolled her eyes, whatever you say Don Juan" He chuckled at her as he got out of the car, she followed his lead.
Her eyes scanned the parking lot, she spotted what she needed and smiled. Dean looked at her curiously, but let it go.
Teenage girls are so weird he thought to himself.
They took a seat at a table in the far corner, the waitress who's name was Betty took their order as she flirted shamelessly with Dean.
After what seemed like hours of it, she took our orders. She studied Dean's face, Sure he was handsome in a rugged way. He did have some pretty eyes, and his body even hidden under a dark t shirt faded blue jeans with holes and a brown leather jacket showed off his toned body.
"What?" He asked her when he caught her staring at him. She cocked her head to the right, "Just trying to see what she see" Dean laughed, "And?"
"Nope. Can't see it." He laughed harder, thankful that he got her out of the house. Away from that wall and whatever was on her mind making her feel upset.
"Your alright kid" He said smiling eyes shining with amusement.
If it had been any other girl or an older girl it might appear to others as flirting, but Dean knew that Annabelle was telling him what she saw. And Dean having missed his brother for so long missed that kind of honesty, missed looking out for someone.
The waitress appeared with their pie -apple-and what looked like a note for Dean. Annabelle couldn't help but snicker at her. Girls couldn't be this willing to give themselves over to Don Juan? Could they? She watched him as he eat his pie. Ew. Definitely not.
She took a bit of her pie and couldn't help but make a nose of approval, Dean watched her carefully, "Its good right?" She nodded her head, "Yeah its okay"
"OKAY?" He nearly shouted getting the attention of fellow patrons, shaking his head "Your crazy this is the best freak'n pie ever" She laughed, "If you want to taste something good. They ONLY thing worth the title of best is Tiramisu"
"Tiramawhat?" She laughed, "Trust me you can't explain it. You can only taste it" He nodded his head in understanding. Sure he thought she was nuts, this was the best pie. Nothing could out beat this, but he understood not being able to explain the taste of something amazing.
He smiled at her, finding it weird that he found something in common with her. A love for dessert.
Maybe this babysitting job wont be to bad after all, he thought.
Boy was he wrong.
.:*:.
Dean getting seductive glances from the waitress decided to pay the restroom a little vist.
Annabelle couldn't help being disgusted by him and the waitress and there little 'Ménage à trois' or would that be a 'Ménage à deux? She shook her head trying not to think about what he was doing. God knows he gave her the opening she was looking for no matter how disgusting it was.
She looked around the hoping to spot his car keys, not able to find them she got up.
'he must have took em' with him, ew remind me never to touch his keys. Ever' Annabelle thought to herself as she left the Diner. This would be so much easier if she could have just took his car.
She found an old beat up pick up truck that would be easy to take. She looked around making sure no one was watching, she opened the door and lend under the dash pulling out the wires connecting the ones that would start the car for her.
She heard the engine come to life and smiled, piece of cake. She slammed the door shut and took off out of the parking lot.
.:*:.
Dean who was occupied heard someone shout, "GOD DAMNIT" Dean frowned, something he never does when he's in this position. He better check it out he thought, make sure Annabelle is okay, He gently pushed the waitress away from him, "We better go see what happen out there doll face" He zipped up his pants, the waitress followed suit obviously annoyed.
Dean walked out and heard the man who most likely yelled on the phone telling someone about his truck being stolen, Dean shook his head and walked to the table only to find the person who should have been sitting there missing.
Sonuvabitch.
Dean didn't waste any time taking off out of the Diner, leaving behind the shouts of the waitress who had just been busy 'Hey you didn't pay!" Dean shook his head hoping she was talking about the bill.
.:*:.
"Stupid stupid stupid truck" Annabelle said under her breath as she slammed the door shut. Of course with her luck she picked a stupid vehicle that would only last eight miles before giving up on her.
She took a tissue she had used to clean the steering wheel and inside door handle clean and used it to wipe down the outside one.
She walked up the road annoyed at the fact that she didn't make it far. She knew she could always just walk till she found another car, but how long would it be till someone or something found her.
First thing she heard was the sound of the engine, then the sound of the car slowing down.
Crap. Was the only thing that was running in her head. Then she wondered if she took off running if he could catch up. She sighed probably, just when she came to this conclusion the car halted and Dean lend over opening up the passanger door.
"Get in!" His voice was low and rumbled from the back of his throat. Annabelle was about to tell him 'no' when she heard the sirens.
CRAP!
She jumped into Dean's car as he took off down the road.
She looked over at his profile and seen that he was angry, REAL angry. His jaw was locked, his eyes looking at nothing but the road and his mouth was in an 'o' shape. Not to mention that his knuckles were white.
They were silent as he drove before he pulled off onto a dirt road, which Annabelle thought was just taking them off the main road and bring them back around to were they came from.
After Dean was sure the cops wouldn't find them he slowed his baby down, though he still kept an eye out.
He looked over at Annabelle, "That was a stupid stunt you pulled back there" He tried to keep his voice light but the anger couldn't help but show. Even more so after she rolled her eyes, "Look kid. You think I want to be babysitting you? Saving your ass from the cops or whatever else you might get your ass into? Cause' I really don't I'm doing this for Bobby"
It was Annabelle turn to be angry, "and you think I want you to be watching me? I'm a big girl Don Juan, I can take care of myself"
"Come on. Really! You almost got your ass arrested"
"I could have found away out" she muttered under her breath, though she was sure she wouldn't. Dean Snorted knowing the same fact. If he hadn't saved her ass she would be in the back of a cop car right now.
He almost let Bobby niece get arrested. He swallowed that thought, not liking the taste it left in his mouth.
"Bobby is going to be so pissed at you" She glared at him, "And you think he wont be pissed at you for letting me all alone while you went to the bathroom to f-"
"OKAY!" Dean cut her off, not liking where she was going with this, he sighed and turned to her, "How about this. We both keep quite on what happen"
She smiled sweetly at him, "Deal"
Once again they were silent, Dean driving back to Bobby's house taking all back roads and going miles out of the way incase anyone recognized his car.
He glanced at her and a small smile tugged at his lips, "So where did you learn to hot wire a car" Annabelle turned towards him and smiled brightly, "My big brother" As soon as she said it the hurt she was trying so hard not to feel swept over her. She looked away, not wanting Dean to see the tears that were about spill.
He looked away giving her the privacy, He knew from Bobby that her parents had been hunters and raised their children to hunt though they stopped a few years back to live the 'safe' life. Annabelle older brother didn't want that so he left to hunt on his own only to end up dead leaving her parents to go after his killer and leaving Annabelle with her uncle.
Deans phone broke the silence he looked at the Caller ID and saw it was Bobby.
"Hello?" He asked hoping Bobby wouldn't pick up on what just happen. "Where the hell are you and my niece Dean" He could hear the anger in Bobby's voice.
"Out. We went out for pie" Annabelle glanced at Dean noticing he was having a hard time lying. She shook her head smiling.
Bobby sighed, "Well I'll be back in the morning" Dean nodded his head then realized Bobby couldn't see him, "Alright" Dean frowned, "Hey bobby how did you know we weren't' back at your house?"
"I called the house phone first, ya idgit" Bobby hung up, leaving Dean open mouthed. He sighed and turned on the radio not liking the silence.
"Stop!" Annabelle said moving Dean's hand from the radio dial. "Can we listen to this song, please?" She asked hesitantly, Dean was going to say no but when he looked into her eyes he saw something there. Some meaning of importance this song must have meant to her. So he sighed, and kept his hand away.
He didn't know then, And he wouldn't know for a long awhile that Annabelle father would sing to her before bed or just during long car rides.
'It was one of his favorites' she would tell him.
What Annabelle Didn't realize is that as she drifted off to sleep listening to that song that brought her so many great memories She'd never hear her father sing that song again. Cause in that moment a hundred and five miles away from where she was with Dean her parents were taking their last breaths.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
I'll keep writing snippets of oneshots in 3pov and post them here with this. most likley all have Annabelle & Dean in them. And later on some Sam. And Yellow eyes and DUH Bobby :)
So let me know what you think :)
Oh & Ps. the song is Deperado by the eagles 3