A/N: Hey guys! This story doesn't really follow the seasons, but I'd like to have the time frame based in earlier seasons for age reasons. I really hope you guys enjoy it, the thought came to me from watching a movie on Netflix the other day. I appreciate reviews, they encourage me to write better and faster updates as well! Please feel free to leave a review or PM me with any questions comments or concerns. I do plan on it being a longer story, so hang tight! Enjoy!

PROPHECY

Annabelle Carter sat in her stolen Honda outside a house in Louisiana. She was on a hunt, scouting out Mr. Swillson's house who was a suspect in a werewolf case. Squinting her eyes, she thought she saw the brown front door start to open. As she blinked to focus her vision, she was suddenly not in her Honda. Standing in a random kitchen, she looked around and saw a grey-haired man holding her arm.

"Hey! Let go!" she said, looking to the man who was wearing a dark blue suit.

"Winchesters!" The man sing-songed loud enough to make her ears hurt. Before Annabelle could register what in the world was going on, three men walked into the kitchen she was currently standing in.

"Zachariah," one of the men muttered. He was tall, but not the tallest man in the room. He also had striking green eyes and a serious expression on his face. 'Wait, Winchesters?' she thought to herself.

"Yes Dean, I'm back. And I've got a little friend with me too," the man named Zachariah said, looking down at her.

"Who the hell are you?" Annabelle snapped at Zachariah who was still holding onto her arm with an iron grip.

"I'm Zachariah. Angel from Heaven. I really don't have time for long explanations dearie," he said pointedly to her. Looking back up at the three men in front of him, he continued. "Dean. Dean Winchester. You just can't manage to get out of my hair, can you? You know well that I don't care much for your brother Sam here," he said, gesturing his head towards the tallest man. "However, he is not my concern today. This is Annabelle Carter, she is for you Dean," he said in a slithery tone, pushing the dark haired woman towards Dean. The eldest Winchester caught her before she was able to trip or fall, but his gaze remained on the angel trespassing in Bobby's kitchen.

Zachariah stood staring at Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Annabelle. The tension was radiating through the room, and Dean's shoulders tensed. His calloused hands brushed against the girl's soft skin as he steadied her.

"What are you getting at Zach," Dean hissed. He had no idea what was going on. The angel just appeared with a random girl saying that she was for him. Apparently frustrated, Zachariah rolled his eyes and sighed.

"There is a prophecy. The prophecy is about two vessels, joined by an angel. Your union will bring about a solution to the apocalypse."

"Union?" Annabelle questioned.

"Yes Annabelle," Zachariah said.

"It's Anna," she snapped back, glaring at him.

"Yes Anna. You are both hunters, and you're both also chosen vessels. Now since the big guy upstairs is MIA, I'm here to push this whole ordeal along a little bit."

"This doesn't make sense," Bobby said and his voice gained Anna's attention. Staring at the eldest hunter, a look of recognition crossed her features.

"Dean is Michael's vessel, and Annabelle is Estus's vessel. The prophecy reads that an angel joins them in union. That is all I can tell you," Zachariah said.

"What union?" Dean demanded, and stole a glance at his brother Sam. Sam looked thoroughly confused.

"Sorry boys, I really don't have time for explanations, as I said," the angel said, stepping closer to Dean and Anna. The girl still stood in front of Dean from being thrown at him. Grabbing their hands, Zach pressed them together and looked at Dean. "You're joined."

"What does that mean?" Sam asked, and it was the first time he spoke since the angel had appeared.

"Heaven's form of marriage. Keep up people. You have two days to validate your union." With that, the angel disappeared.

"One moment I was sitting in my car hunting a werewolf, watching a house and the next I was standing in your guys' kitchen," Anna explained. She was seated at the small kitchen table with the men.

"That's all you remember?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, he just teleported me here. I've hunted werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, spirits, demons, but I never thought that angels would actually exist!" she said, still in disbelief.

"Annabelle Carter?" Bobby questioned.

"Yeah," she said with a hint of a smile.

"I think we've spoke a few times on the phone," Bobby said, a small smile showing.

"Yes. I recognized your voice. A hunter friend gave me your number. I called a few years back on a poltergeist," she explained.

"That's right!" Bobby answered in recognition.

"Hold up," Dean piped up. "Why do I feel like I'm the only one freaking out here? Has it not occurred that an angel just married some random girl and me? Claiming that we are part of a prophecy?" Dean asked with urgency in his voice.

"Hey! This affects my life too!" Anna defended.

"Look sweetheart, I'm sorry about all of this. I really am, but I'm trying to figure out what the hell is going on," Dean said sincerely.

"Let's just settle down, I'm going to make some calls in the morning. Anna, looks like you're crashing here tonight. We'll figure out everything tomorrow morning," Bobby offered. She smiled at his comforting words, and nodded her head in agreement.

Being teleported from Louisiana to South Dakota was actually more tiring than she thought. Her body was worn out. The fact that she had been on the road for over a month straight was probably contributing to her exhaustion. Since she had no family left, she was on her own living from motel to motel. Every once in a while she would seek refuge at an old friends place to rest for a week. The idea of being able to rest in a safe house with other hunters was surprisingly comforting.

"I'll grab you some blankets, make up a bed for you on the couch?" Sam offered and left the kitchen to fetch some bedding.

"See you idjits in the mornin'," Bobby said gruffly, excusing himself. His exit left Dean and Anna alone in the kitchen. Exhaling, Dean ran a hand over the front of his face.

"Look Annabelle," he started.

"Anna," she interrupted with a smile.

"Look Anna, I'm sorry that you got dragged into this. I promise we can figure out this mess tomorrow. Over the past months we've had more than enough trouble with angels, and I know how frustrating it can be. Guess I just wanted to apologize for all this shit that happened, and I hope you don't think I had any intention of it happening," he explained, slightly nervous. How was he supposed to talk to his new union partner?

"Dean, look, it's okay. I'm a hunter. I know this kind of crap happens. And I also know about you and your brother; you two are pretty famous in the hunting community. Damn prophecies," she tried to joke. He watched as she took a lock of long, dark brown hair and pushed in behind her ear. Just before the silence became awkward, Sam walked in and cleared his throat.

"Couch is all set up Anna," he said. She noticed that he remembered her nickname and smiled up at him.

"Thanks," she said before getting up to get comfortable on the couch.

Sam soon went upstairs to the room he had at Bobby's, and Dean locked up the house.
"My room's second on the right upstairs if you need anything. Sam's right across the hall," Dean offered as he shut off the living room light.
"Thanks. See you in the mornin'," she said, before shutting her eyes.

It was close to three in the morning when Dean heard a crash come from downstairs. Reaching for the knife he kept under his pillow he bolted out his bedroom door. Rushing down the stairs in nothing but his boxers, he saw Anna pinned against the wall by Zachariah. He heard Sam and Bobby right behind him as he ran into the living room.

"What the hell?" Dean said, approaching Zachariah. The angel was strangling Anna against the far wall of the living room. She looked terrified. Holding out his knife, knowing that it wouldn't do any good, Dean raised an eyebrow at the angel.

"Good wives don't sleep downstairs!" Zachariah yelled. "Disobeying already?" He squeezed his had even tighter around her throat. At his grip, her eyes bugged out as she continued to gasp for air.

"Put her down! It was my fault! I told her to sleep downstairs," Dean interjected.

"You? Dean I hope I make myself clear when I say that if you don't obey there will be consequences."

"Okay okay okay! We get it; just let her down before you kill her!" Dean said. Anna's body dropped to the ground and she gasped for air.

"Two days Dean. You've got two days to validate this union," Zachariah threatened before vanishing.

"Damn," Bobby muttered. Sam immediately ran to Anna's body on the floor, and helped her sit up.

"Are you okay?" the youngest Winchester asked. She tried to nod, but was occupied trying to focus on her breathing. Dean stood watching his brother and was frozen in place. Zachariah's words replayed in his mind over and over again.

"What are we gonna do?" Dean asked with desperation evident in his voice.

"For tonight, you're gonna have to play along boy," Bobby said, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. Anna's breathing steadied and she remained sitting on the ground trying to gather her thoughts. Looking up at Dean, he could see the fear in her big, brown eyes.

"Why don't you guys go upstairs, I'll get Anna," Dean offered. He had no idea if Zach was watching them, and frankly didn't want to give him any reason to come back. Sam nodded and patted his brother on the shoulder before following Bobby upstairs to bed. "We just have to play along until we can fix this okay?" Dean said, inching closer to her. She wasn't able to reply, so she just nodded. The poor girl seemed catatonic so Dean knelt down and picked her up bridal style. As he carried her up the stairs he could feel her slightly shaking. Opening up the door, he set her down on the bed. "I'll stay on my side, I swear," he said with his hands in the air. She nodded and tried to sport a smile.

She settled underneath the covers and tried to slow down her racing heartbeat. Even after all the things she'd hunted, the bat-shit crazy angel was the most terrifying. The reason for that was because she was no longer in control. The lack of control was terrifying. She watched as Dean slipped on a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, most likely for her comfort. As he approached the bed, she tensed up. The last encounter she had with a male hunter didn't end well. The resistance to trust Dean was normal, she thought. He was a hunter; and from the stories she'd heard, not a celibate one at that.

The events of the evening still hadn't really sunk in as she lay in bed trying to sort through her thoughts. Feeling the bed dip beside her, she saw Dean lie down and pull up the covers. He was on his back staring at the ceiling, and she decided to turn away from him. Facing the wall, she spotted the salt line across one of the windows. She knew she was safe in this house for the night, and hoped that the next morning things could be sorted out.

Dean woke up with the sun, not able to get much sleep the night before. While Anna slept next to him, his mind raced at the realization of what Zachariah had done. Looking over to his left, he saw that she was still sound asleep. As he continued to look at the sleeping girl next to him, he noticed her throat. From Zach's choking scene the previous night, she had dark bruises that had formed around her neck. He winced, thinking that she would surely be in pain when she woke up. He knew that she was a hunter, and probably had suffered multiple injuries; however, nobody enjoyed the feeling of being choked. It was odd that there was a fully clothed girl in his bed whom he did not have sex with the night before. He shook away the thought once the reality of what Zachariah did flooded his mind once again. His social life had been on standby for some time, and he was obviously going to be tied up with this newest problem for a while.

Deciding to get up, he slowly got out of bed and threw on a white t-shirt. Strolling down the hallway he found the bathroom and began rummaging through the cabinet. "Here you are," he said to the small prescription bottle. Grabbing the pills he also filled a plastic cup with some water and returned to his bedroom where Anna continued to sleep. Setting out two white pills next to the cup of water for her, he went downstairs.

Entering the kitchen Dean saw Sam sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. Bobby was just starting up breakfast and the coffee was almost finished.

"Mornin'," Dean grunted, taking his place at the table.

"Anna still sleeping?" Sam asked, looking up from the paper. He was already dressed for the day in his jeans and flannel. His shaggy hair was definitely in need of a haircut, too.

"Yeah," Dean muttered, rubbing his hand through his hair. He was at a loss of what to do. "Bobby," Dean said looking at the older hunter's back. Bobby immediately knew that Dean was lost of what his next move would be.

"I know, Dean. I know," Bobby started as he cracked open a few eggs into the hot frying pan. "This is going to take some time. After what Zach pulled last night, we're going to need an actual plan to get you two outta this," Bobby reasoned with a forlorn expression on his face.

"We also need to find out more about this prophecy you guys are involved in," Sam chimed in.

"I can help," a soft voice rang from the entrance of the kitchen. Anna stood in her clothes from the night before sporting her bruises that represented Zachariah's warning.