"Dean", the girl kneeling in front of him begged, her soft female voice quivering as her slim body shook. Bruises covered her pale, thin arms and legs, blood dripped from several cuts on her face and limbs, and as she sat there, fighting the pain inside of her, she looked up into the boys eyes, and slammed her fists into the moist earth beneath her.

"Shoot me, Dean." Her eyes broke as tears slipped form the corners of her eyes. "Please Dean, end this, and just shoot me." She screamed, begging the man standing in front of her, the colt pointed directly between her eyes.

A horrible pain welled up inside of her as her vision went dark, and the horrible black smoke that had cornered her earlier took over her body. Eyes now black, the girl looked up at Dean, and laughed.

A small click filled the air as Dean let the safety go and took a deep breath. His eyes focused on the black eyes of the girl in front of him. As her mouth opened and the somewhat deeper female voice filled the air, Dean shivered and then pressed his lips together, sharply inhaling.

Sam was still knocked out on the floor next to him from the impact of his head colliding with a tombstone. As he glanced over at Sam, he whished his brother would wake up so they could handle this together. Sam always knew what to do, and came up with better ideas than Dean did. Dean's ideas usually ended in a body count.

"What's wrong Dean?" His bright green eyes locked onto the girl who was now standing in front of him, laughing. "The infamous Dean Winchester afraid of a little girl." Dean's finger tapped the trigger, trying to think of something to do before she made a move. Shooting her wasn't an option, so he needed to think of something else, and quick.

"Shut the fuck up." Dean snapped as she started talking about their mother, how pathetic they were as hunters, and how they managed to kill and hurt everyone they loved in their life. "I said shut up!" His powerful deep voice rocked the now vacant cemetery.

After a few more words, Dean squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm his nerves. He couldn't do it; he couldn't put a bullet in her head, no matter what demon was inside of her, no matter what that demon was saying.

"Dean?"

"Sam. Sammy, oh god, is it good to hear your voice right now. I need some help, Sam." Dean said quickly stepping back until Sam was now by his feet, and the demon in front of him slowly walked close, filling the gap. "Ideas Sam, bright ideas, now."

"What the, are you serious?" Sam looked up to see the girl, her eyes black, smiling at the two brothers. Cursing lightly, Sam looked down and then looked around the cemetery, trying to think of something. He was good with this, he was good with tight situations, but as he looked at the girl in front of him, her black eyes glistening in the moonlight, his stomach knotted. He couldn't believe of all people, she would be possessed.

Then as if a light went on through his clouded mind, Sam carefully crawled behind a large tombstone, and then headed across the cemetery to the old Chevy Impala parked on the street. Shaking his head, Dean went to say something when he was thrown back, his body colliding with one of the strong rocks in the ground.

Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes to see the colt a few feet away from him. Leaning to grab it, the girl raised her hand and Dean was instantly restrained against the stone as she walked a little closer, shaking her head.

"You think you can escape this, Dean?" She kneeled down in front of Dean and shook her head again, "The only way you're getting out of this alive, is if you kill your precious little Anna. She's a tough one, I'll tell you that. But she's not coming out of this alive."

There was a moment of silence, and then the black eyes suddenly disappeared. After a small gasp, the voice he once new started to speak in a tongue that was all too familiar to him, her eyes stayed open, staring right into the dirt as tears started to drip from her bright blue eyes.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. cessa decipere humanas creaturas,-"

"Shut up you idiotic girl!" Her neck twisted in a strong angle, then quickly went back to how it was before, her eyes locked on the ground. Dean wanted to talk to her, he wanted to remind her of how much he loved her, but as he couldn't speak over her chant. He wouldn't dare interfere with her trying to do this.

"eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a-"

A loud scream rang through the air as the girl's head jerked back and her fingernails dug into her arms, so deep that blood started to seep from the deep gashes they were creating. Dean's eyes widened as he let ou a small scream of his own.

"Stop it, Stop it!" Dean screamed as his eyes stuck on the girl's arms now almost covered in blood. As her throat turned red, and the veins started to bulge, her scream died down, and then started up again with a deep growl.

Shaking his head, Dean felt his body move free from the bind that he was once in, slowly moving from in front of her, he managed to grab the colt and stand up. As he got to his feet, his brother quickly came back into view with a little container that usually sat in their trunk.

Nodding, Sam quickly walked behind the demon and started to pour the small little white rocks maybe two feet away from the girl. Inhaling sharply, the girl's head hung down and then slowly rose, the dark black eyes coming into contact with Dean's.

"I will take her with me, no matter how I die. You killed my family, and now you will feel my pain." The low voice sent a shiver through Dean's spine. Shaking his head, he held the colt at the girl again, aiming between her eyes and watched as his brother quickly ran around him, closing the large circle he had made.

Quickly stepping out of it, Sam called Dean's name and watched as his brother quickly ran toward the edge of the circle, and then jumped over it, leaving the girl in the circle, her eyes wide, and head shaking back and forth frantically.

"She will die, Dean Winchester, I will make sure I take her soul to hell with me to hell!"

Closing his eyes, Dean turned his back to the girl and listened as Sam quickly started to ramble off the exorcism that they had both memorized. At first, they didn't believe they needed to since they always had their fathers journal around, but Anna told them it was a good idea, that knowing the chant would help them in tight situations, and since they memorized it, they hadn't needed to use it until now.

As Sam continued, the wind started to blow, and the mounds of salt that formed the circle were starting to wear down. Inhaling sharply, Sam quickly rambled off the next half of the string of Latin, and just as another gust of wind came through the cemetery, the girl dropped to her knees, jerked her head back, sending a horrible crack through the cemetery, and let out a blood-boiling scream.

Black smoke escaped from her mouth as the scream continued. The smoke formed a circle above them, as Sam clenched his jaw, watching the slim figure shaking on the ground. Once the smoke had left her mouth, it set on fire in the sky, and then disappeared.

"Anna!" Dean screamed as he sprinted through the salt and over to her body, lifelessly lying on the cold, wet, dirt. Dropping to his knees next to her, he quickly grabbed her body and held it in his arms. "Anna, look at me. Anna, don't you dare do this to me, wake up Anna." He could feel his heart start to beat slower in his chest.

After a few seconds of no response, Sam made his way over and grabbed her cold wrist. Pressing his fingers into it, he looked down and felt tears start to push at the back of his eyes. Quickly taking his fingers and pressing it into her neck, he waited, hoping that a heart beat would pulse against his fingers, but as he stood there, holding his breath, all he could feel was her cold lifeless flesh beneath his warm fingers.

"She's gone, Dean." The words felt foreign as they fell from his trembling lips.

"No, she can't be Sam. She can't be!" Dean roared, holding her body close to him. "It's impossible, she was so strong, she was able to recite the exorcism while the demon was inside of her, she can't-"

"Dean", Sam screamed trying to get his brothers attention. After a few seconds, Dean looked up at Sam, his eyes filled to the brim with tears. His veins pulsing ice-cold blood that made his heart hurt, that made every inch of his body numb with pain. "She's gone."

Dean slowly set Anna's body on the ground, and hung his head down, focusing his eyes on the ground. How could this have happened, how could he have let her get possessed? She was by his side the whole time; she was the strongest hunter he had come into contact with. She had three different exorcisms memorized, she was strong, she could throw a hefty punch, and she new everything about any supernatural being they had come into contact with.

So why did she have to go like this? Why did she have to die, due to a demon? Not even the demon they were looking for. It was just a demon, a plain old demon that hated the Winchesters, but then again, what demon didn't? This wasn't a job that should have ended like this.

"This wasn't supposed to happen. This was a normal job. This was a normal demon, how the hell did this happen, why her?" Dean ended in a scream as he pressed his hands to his face and for the first time in a long time, let out a sob.

Anna Walker was his first crush; she was his first love, and his first heartbreak. When their fathers stopped working together when they were younger, they lost touch, and it killed Dean. Then when their paths crossed a year ago nearly a week after he had picked up Sam, he refused to let her leave his life again. She was the first companion that wasn't family that Dean wanted to keep around, and keep safe. There was something about her that Dean was addicted to. He loved her smile, her hair, and her body, but he also loved her strength. She was the strongest girl he had ever come into contact with, and it was possible that she was the best demon hunter that he had ever seen. She was young, but a legend among other hunters. Everyone respected her, even their father knew how good she was, and asked her on several occasions on advice when trying to hunt down the Yellow-eyed demon.

As Dean sat there, Anna's limp hand in his, he let all of the tears in his body escape his eyes. He had always been around death, it was something that followed his family closely, but it never hit him this hard. His father lost his mother, Sam lost Jessica, but Dean had always been saved from that grief, until now. Now he understood, he understood the pain and the rage that was a side effect of your other half.

Sam sat down next to Dean and put a hand on his back. Looking over at Anna, he quickly looked away, tears coming to his eyes and sighed. "I think we should go, Dean."

Nodding, Dean sat there as Sam walked back to the car and grabbed a blanket from the trunk. Walking back over to his brother, he stood there, the blanket in his hands and watched as he crumbled yet again, holding her hand, crying, begging her to come back, begging her to wake up. Telling her she was stronger than this, that she was the strongest person he knew. But her strength couldn't bring her back from hell.

After a few minutes, Dean regained his composure, and wiped the tears from his eyes. Jaw strong, he helped Sam get the girls body into the blanket and walked it back to the car. Carefully putting her in the backseat, the boys got in the car and sat there, the low hum of the engine filling the tense air.

"I'm sorry Dean." Sam whispered grinding his teeth together to keep him from crying. "I know how much Anna meant to you, and I know how you feel, okay? You're not alone in this one."

Nodding, Dean bit down roughly on the inside of his mouth and put the car in drive. Rolling down his window, he looked down at the long road in front of him and felt the pain and rage in his heart start to grow. Every beat of his heart, every breath he took sent waves of pain through his body. He had never felt so defeated, so worn out. He had never felt like such a failure.

He wanted every demon back in hell. He wanted to destroy every single thing that had anything to do with hell, demons, or any other kind of supernatural thing that they hunted. If this was how they got off, killing loved ones then they didn't deserve to see the light of day. The only thing they deserved was to sit in hell, and burn.

Dean blinked a few times, letting the last of his tears seep from the corners of his eyes. As they rolled down his cheeks, he inhaled slowly and gripped the steering wheel of the Impala tightly, so tight his knuckles turned white. Stomach knotting, he let out a sigh and watched as Sam started to drift off to sleep next to him. As soon as he did, Dean cleared his throat and looked in the rearview mirror, the fabric of the blanket visible as he passed a streetlight.

"I'm sorry Anna." His lips trembled as her name slid through them. "I never wanted this to happen to you. I promised I would keep you safe, even though you always told me you were keeping me safe." He let out a small chuckle as he thought back to how stubborn she was when it came to Dean doing anything to protect her. "I should have tried harder. You should be in the back seat talking about our next job, or some stupid new song you liked. You always had a horrible taste in music."

When Dean didn't hear her voice retaliate, his heartbeat slowed to a painful crawl. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you, Anna." His throat burned, his stomach was sick, and his head pounded, but no tears fell from his eyes.

"I loved you. You were the only girl I ever loved, and now…" He blinked hard and then focused on the long stretch of road a head of him. "I'm never going to move on from you, Anna. I can't, I won't."

Shaking his head, he thought about being in love with another girl, it made him sick. "I'm a disaster, Anna. Where ever I go I leave a body count, and I refuse to let anyone else I love be a part of that."

Looking back at the body wrapped in the blanket, Dean shuddered and placed his other hand on the steering wheel. There was a hole in Dean Winchester's heart, and no other woman could ever fill it.

No one.