thank you for the kind words. here's chapter2. if y'all want more, lemme hear your thoughts & ideas. i'm flying blind now so i need ideas on where y'all want it to go! ok?


Shivering in the cold; the room was bright. Too bright for it to be this frigid. Anna pulled her arms closer around herself as she lined up to get medication. She didn't want to take it, didn't like the drowsy fog it put her in, but she knew that if she resisted the consequences would be much worse.

"Now, Anna dear, be a good girl," Zachariah taunted. He walked in a wide circle around where the girl was strapped to a metal table. She once again wondered how this was Heaven. How such a beautiful place could turn so dark. It wasn't supposed to have an 'Angel Jail'. It didn't in her past angelic life. But that was before Lucifer disobeyed, fell, and before Lilith broke the seal.

Anna just could not understand how she was in this predicament. She killed Uriel yes, but that's because he wanted to smite an entire town! Including Dean and Sam. And several others because he and a group of other angels thought if they got the apocalypse over with it would end the fight. Couldn't they see that that would cause more problems than it would solve? Why not just fight to keep Lucifer locked up? If this was their way of thinking then they would fall just like he did.

Though Anna thought that they already did in her opinion. They claimed they were on God's side yet they wanted to destroy everything good He'd created in the process. This wasn't Heaven. No, she believed this was more like Hell. Maybe Dean had been right that night...

"Ah-ah, Anna, pay attention!" The angel snapped as if he could read her thoughts. He said a few ancient words, in a language Anna knew but couldn't remember. But she couldn't think of that. The pain the words were causing was drowning her. So much hurt. Just when she thought she'd faint, Zachariah pressed a charm to her chest, right above her heart; holding it there with his gloved hand (which she figured is how he didn't burn himself). "You have to pay for your crimes; your disobedience."

Gasping she asked, "What about yours? Y-you're...just as bad...as...U-ur-iel."

He scoffed. "Uriel was weak. Why do you think you killed him so easily? But, we were on the same side so for that you have to suffer. But it won't be quick; no, I'm going to drag this out for my own pleasure." A sick, twisted smirk appeared.

Anna screamed out as the pain increased and her vision once again whitened into nothingness.

Coming back to the present, the young girl found herself cowering against the wall of the hallway. Pain still streaking through her body from the memory and fear making her sick.

"Hey!" a firm voice called. It was the orderly giving patients their meds. "Ya need to take this."

Wide eyes stared at him; seeing him but also seeing pure blackness in his eyes. "No! No, not again. You won't take me!" Anna shrieked.

Eyes changing back to normal, the man jerked his head to some other orderlies. Anna struggled against them crying out. "No! Zacariah is coming. Lucifer is coming. You have to listen to me!"

"Anna," another professional voice spoke. This was Dr Masters; the guy who had diagnosed and admitted her to the psychiatric facility. "Calm down, Anna. Everything's alright. There's no one else here; just patients. Are you having hallucinations again?"

"Listen! They are coming!" she cried. Just as she was going to continue, she felt a sharp stick to her upper arm.

"This will help you relax, Miss." the doctor said. "Then we can talk about it alright? Just slow down and everything will be clearer soon."

The young woman sunk to the floor desperately trying to crawl away as a last ditch effort at escape. She looked up still seeing the black eyes. If demons were here they'd kill her. Zacariah would've had she not escaped. If the demons found her then they'd find Dean too; or worse - Michael would force him to be a vessel. He didn't believe in free will like the brothers did. She had to save Dean if it was the last thing she did, before it was another battle of Angels vs Demons vs Winchesters. "I have to help him...," she whispered as her eyes closed against her will.

The demon orderly smirked as they dragged her back to her room. They had her in a different room now as she wasn't here by her own accord and she was a liability to hurt herself or escape.

"They'll never get her," he sneered.


Dean gasped in pain as Sam led him to the bed. "Dean, what's wrong?" the little brother panicked. They were just out on a food break when the eldest doubled over which forced Sam to get a motel room against Dean's wishes.

"S-sam-my, we gotta...argh...we gotta keep going. Anna's in trouble."

"We will, bro. First; what hurts? Was the food bad? Did a poltergiest get you? I didn't see anything. No cold spots." He fired questions and tried to lift the man's shirt, looking for marks.

Dean had enough strength to bat him away. "Something's wrong. They hurt her...whoever has Anna, dude...they did something to her. Damn, Sammy! I thought you were the freaky psychic in the family!" He cringed again, feeling his stomach start to roll with the pain.

"I-I don't know. Maybe it's however she communicated with you before. Maybe you're connected someway. We can try looking through Dad's journal; there's no way you're driving right now."

"Ha, there's nothin' on angels in there. Try the-the bib-ble..." Dean tried his hand at breathing for the next few moments. "Besides, I thought angels couldn't find us."

Sam stayed silent, staring at his big brother in thought.

This caused the older hunter to raise his head slightly. "Sam? What's in that freaky head of yours?"

"Nothing," he answered quickly out of instinct, swiftly earning a glare in return. "Ahh I mean...well, maybe Anna's uh not an angel anymore?"

"What?!" Dean screamed which caused him to wince again. "What are you talking about, Sammy?! She told me she escaped from Angel Prison; HOW can she NOT be an angel?"

"Just think Dean! She fell from Grace before. That's how she was born human when we found her the first time. I think she fell again in order to escape the archangels and she's human. Now we just have to find her before they do." Seeing the barely noticeable flash in his brother's eyes he quickly added, "but I'm sure she's fine. As long as she hides like we showed her."

"Yeah, fat lota good that did her the first time," he mumbled. Yeah, he still felt guilty giving her up after they made love in the Impala. The pain was easing in his stomach but he was exhausted. So un-Dean-like. He'd had worse injuries and now he was rendered by a tummy-ache? Pfft. But he knew that he couldn't drive yet and Sam wouldn't budge so he was stuck he for a few hours. He just hoped Anna had time left to last that long. I'll find you, I promise, he vowed in thought.


Dean walked down a long white hallway feeling a strange sense of Déjà vu. Like not only had he walked this hallway before, he'd been in this dream/astral state. "Damn, I hope I didn't bite the dust again," he muttered. But as he walked he didn't see his body hooked up anywhere so that was good, right? "So, where the heck am I then?" But as he continued slinking around corners he realized no one saw him, or rather they saw through him. And...to his dismay this wasn't a regular hospital - it was a mental ward which only meant one thing. Slipping into a slightly familiar room he carefully flicked the light on, immediately tuned into the quiet whimpers.

"Anna?" he whispered in disbelief. He didn't even recognize the sound of his own voice. Dean shook his head. No, he'd never been that terrified of what's to come since...since he went to Hell. Rushing to her he realized an invisable force stopped him just feet of touching her.

"Dean, please...D-don't leave m-me here. Please." She cried out again and could almost see the pain race through her body. It was like she was begging him, knew he was just a ways off, but couldn't see her rescuer.

"He will never come for you." a low menacing voice taunted. He recognized it but couldn't exactly place it. "You will be one of us."

Anna's whimpers grew. "Like h*** she will. Who's doing this?! Who are you?!?!" Dean roared as he whirled around looking for the unseen monster that tortured his innocent friend. He knew she did wrong in the Angels' eyes; heck everyone had at some point - him more than ever. But how could they torture someone like her?

It was then a body came into view and Dean saw who had been hurting her. The figure was silhouetted but the unmistakable black eyes proved the being to be a demon. What? He thought they'd taken care of the demons wanting her and now all that was left were the angels. I mean, she did escape Heaven after all. 'Are they both after her again?' he asked himself.

"Time to take your meds, Miss Milton." The voice was calm to outsiders but the two prisoners of the vision could hear the malice. Dean saw her body tremble. The demon came closer still and just as it snaked out a hand, bright light filled the room. The last sound being heard as Anna's painfilled cries.


Dean gasped as he woke; feeling his little brother shake his shoulders. Or maybe that was his own body reacting to what he just saw. He shoved the hands away, no longer feeling pain - just the need to get to the destination - and started for the door.

"Dean, wait! What did you see? Did Anna tell you where she is."

"Oh, I know alright. And those b**tards are gonna pay for even touching her. Let's go, Sammy!"