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Dean placed his right hand over his face, and sighed. This was pointless. How many times did Cain or anybody else for that matter tell him that removing the Mark was pointless?
"Dean,"
He groaned, and lowered his hand. Lifting his head he gazed at his baby brother, and shook his head. He opened his mouth, and slowly shook his head. "This is ridiculous, Sam." He stated, firmly. "I mean, how many times are you going to dangle hope in front of me, and it turns into nothing but crap?" He asked, standing up from the table.
Sam sighed, and placed a bottle of beer in front of his brother. "It's not crap, Dean." He remarked, sitting down in the chair, as Dean sighed and did the same.
"You could have fooled me." Dean muttered, taking a swig of the beer. "It's bad enough I've got to deal with the Mark of Cain, but this?" He asked, motioning to their surroundings. "It's insane." He added, standing up, and walked away from the table.
Sam sighed, and shook his head. He knew what Dean was saying was right. They had so much going on, and now Cas was adding to it. "Why did you bring us here, Cas?" He asked, lifting his head.
Castiel sat down, and placed his hands on the table. "Because I believe that the one who can help Dean is here." He answered with knowledge.
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Who?"
Castiel sighed, and shook his head. "I don't know." He answered, lowering his eyes.
Sam rolled his eyes, and sighed. "You don't know. You said a few minutes ago that you knew." He stated, hitting the table with his palm.
Castiel shook his head. "I have my suspicions, but they are not concrete." He stated, firmly.
"That's great; then what are we doing here?" He asked, frustration filling his words.
Castiel sighed, and lifted his eyes to Sam's. "Because I was told that the answer would be here." He answered, firmly.
Sam swallowed, and turned his eyes to the window beside him, and watched as his brother walked around the building, drinking he remainder of the beer as he went. ""How long do we wait?" He asked, shaking his head.
Castiel turned his head, and slowly shook it. "I don't know. I wasn't told that much."
Sam scoffed, and shook his head. "Great." He stated, shaking his head once again. "Just great."
~XXX~
Dean growled, and threw the bottle against the side of the building. So many times hope had failed him, and he couldn't stand it.
He placed his hands on the side of the building, and shook his head. He couldn't take this anymore.
"Are you alright?"
He groaned, and shook his head. "I'm fine. Just leave me alone." He stated, answering the woman's question with a dark tone.
The woman sighed, and he heard her step forward. "You don't look fine, and usually when someone says they want to be left alone, that usually means that they don't want to be." She returned, coming closer.
He growled, and straightened his back. "Look, lady," He began, turning around to square her off, but stopped mid-sentence when he saw her, despite the darkened alley. Her golden brown hair shown in the lighted alley, and her eyes… He searched them, as he became too stunned to speak for a moment.
She lifted her brown eyebrows, waiting for him to finish his thought, but he couldn't think. He couldn't do anything. "Look, lady, what?" She asked, breaking the spell.
He cleared his throat, and shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak, and lifted his right hand. "Leave me alone." He stated pushing passed her.
She shook her head, and rolled her eyes. "Something must be bothering you, if you slam a bottle against the wall, just to say you're fine." She stated, folding her arms over her chest.
He stopped and turned around. "Look, here, what I do with my empty bottles is my business, and you need to learn to mind your business." He stated, nearly shouting in her face.
She narrowed her hazel eyes, and stepped closer to him. "Well, excuse me for trying to help out a man in need." She stated, her voice holding a hint of hurt, but her face didn't show it.
He shook his head, and scoffed. "I am not in need, lady." He stated, pointing a finger at her.
She smirked, and lowered her eyes down his body before focusing on his eyes. "Really? Then what do you call slamming a bottle against a wall?" She asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
He smirked, and closed his eyes. "I just want to be left alone." He remarked, lowly.
She tilted her head, and searched his face. "From the looks of things, it appears that's the last thing you need to be." She returned, watching his eyes open. "I'm Anna, by the way." She stated, holding out her hand.
He lowered his eyes to her hand, and slowly lifted his right to grasp hers in a firm handshake. "Dean," He responded, as they shook.
She smiled, and it lit up her face. "Nice to meet you, Dean."
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, as he nodded. "You too, Anna."
She nodded, and squeezed his hand, before letting go. "Now, do you want to tell me why you threw the bottle against the wall?" She asked, watching his face close up. "And it does it have something to do with that mark you are trying to hide underneath your sleeve?" She asked, her tone becoming serious.
He narrowed his eyes, and stepped closer to her. "How do you know about that?" He asked, as she lowered her eyes to his arm.
"Because…I…" She began, but he had heard enough.
Turning on his heel, he marched away from her, and her shoulders sagged as she watched him go.
"Way to go Anna…" She whispered, starting after him as he entered the diner.
As she entered the doors, she stopped in her tracks. Swallowing hard, her eyes widened in fear.
Dean turned with a dark expression on his face, but it softened when he saw the fear on her face. Following her eyes, his face turned into a curious expression as he realized who she was staring at.
The object of her fear stood up, and stepped towards Dean.
Shifting his eyes, he saw Anna, and he bowed his head. "I'm Castiel." He remarked, as Sam approached them.
Anna nodded, and swallowed once again. "I know." She stated, stepping back, her courageous demeanor lost now. She moved her eyes to Dean, and shook her head. "I'm sorry. If I had known, you were in the company of an angel of God, I never would have…" She stated, backing up to the door. "I'm sorry."
Dean swallowed, and stepped towards her, trying to keep her from leaving, for what reason, he didn't know.
"Goodbye." She whispered, leaving the diner in a hurry.
Dean opened his mouth to call to her, but no words formed, as his hand dropped to his side. "What the hell was that about?" He asked, turning to face the angel.
Castiel sighed, and bowed his head. "That was the Oracle." He answered with regret. "She's the one who can help." He remarked, glancing at Dean, and then Sam.
Dean swallowed, and turned his head for a quick glance towards Castiel. "Help with what?" He asked, looking back at the door.
Castiel sighed, and turned his gaze to the door. "Help with the Mark, Dean." He answered, after a moment. "Trouble is…" He began, shaking his head.
"Trouble is what, Cas?" Dean asked, turning to face the angel.
Castiel focused on his friend, and inhaled, deeply. "Trouble is, she won't help; at least she won't help me."
"But she will help Dean?" Sam asked, bowing his head slightly.
Castiel sighed. "I don't know."
Dean scoffed, and started towards the door. "Screw this," He muttered, reaching for the door.
"Dean," Sam called out. "Where are you going?" He asked, taking a step forward.
Dean sighed, and glanced over his shoulder. "I'm going after her, Sam. What's it look like?" He asked, sarcastically.
Sam opened his mouth to stop him, but he couldn't because as soon as he tried the door was closing behind Dean.
Letting out a groan, he closed his eyes, and hoped this was the right move.
~XXX~
Dean turned his head, and sighed as he saw her, trying to get into her car. "Hey!"
She froze for only a second, before attempting to gain access into her car. "Leave me alone." She stated, roughly.
He smirked, and approached her. "I thought that was my line, besides, people who usually say that don't want to be alone." He remarked, repeating her words from earlier.
She let out a humorless laugh, and jerked her head back to the diner. "You should go back to your friends." She said, groaning as she dropped her keys to the ground.
He bent over, and picked them up. Straightening, he handed her the keys, and sighed. "Cas said you are an Oracle." He said, in a low tone.
She stiffened, and closed her eyes. "It's not like I asked for it." She returned, fiddling with her keys. "Look, I'm sorry about running out of there, but I've had bad experiences with angels." She stated, shaking her head. "I hope you find the help you need, Dean. Really…" She added, finally unlocking the door of her car.
"What if you are the help?" He asked, holding the door open.
She sighed, and shook her head. "I don't work with angels." She stated, with a firm gaze towards the diner. "Besides, I can't help you." She added, lowering her gaze. "I'm sorry." She apologized.
He slowly nodded, but his eyes widened as he gazed behind her. "Anna…"
Just as she turned around, Castiel appeared behind her, and touched her with his hand.
Dean reached forward, and caught her just before she hit the pavement, and lifted his head to gaze at his friend. "Cas, what the hell?"
Castiel shrugged. "She'll awaken soon. Take her to the room, and wait. She'll come around." He stated, cryptically, before disappearing.
Dean shook his head, and slowly lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms.
Now what?
Please be kind!
This is going to be a little different than what I had first envisioned, but I hope you enjoy it all the same! I'm thinking this story will be 10 chapters, maybe 15, not sure as of yet. We'll see. :)
Next Chapter: Anna wakes up, and Dean has his hands full.
Until Next Time...
