AN: Trigger Warning for domestic abuse and rape. Let's be clear that a woman is never asking for it. No means no.

She was still trying to keep the tears out of her eyes and holding her nose to prevent any more pain from being inflicted on her. She shut her eyes and suddenly realised her mistake. She thought she was over it, she thought she had forgotten it; she thought he was just bad nightmare. But the second she shut her eyes she saw him. His baby blue eyes sparkling with malice as he lifted his belt to slice across her face again. The dimples in the corner of his mouth in full view as he laughed at her tears like he thought it was all one big joke. His hands, the ones that she thought were so soft and kind when she first met him, pushing her up against the wall and pulling at her hair so hard that it fell out for days after.

His hands pulling at her skirt, the blue one she had bought specifically to impress his parents, yanking it off her hips and leaving bruises. The bed should have felt soft but it didn't as it knocked the wind out of her. The familiar ripping of her underwear and she went dead inside. She made no movement to stop him, she turned her head to the side, she let him do whatever he was going to do because telling him no wasn't going to stop him. It would make it worse. It would make him worse.

From the corner of her eye she saw the glint of something under the pillow. The gun he kept under his pillow, loaded at all times. Slowly she moved her hand, inching it closer to the pillow. She could kill him; she would kill him just to get him to stop. She thought she loved him, she thought he loved her; he always said he loved her. Her hand reached the cold medal of the gun, deep breath. She thought about it for a minute and then she turned the gun on him. He froze inside her.

"Robbie, stop." She muttered. "Stop." Her voice was stronger this time. He made no move to get off of her. "Stop." Her voice was close to yelling. Still he made no movement. "STOP!" She bellowed and this time her finger slipped.

The sound a gun makes as it fires a bullet into someone's head at close range is indescribable. It wasn't quite a crack and it wasn't a bang, it was a pop. And the blood, there wasn't a crime show on television that could have prepared her for the blood. It sprayed across the bed and over her face; it seeped onto her chest as his weight sunk into her. The term dead weight never felt so accurate. Something warm dripped into her open mouth and she blinked a couple times. It took her half a minute to realise it was his blood.

Her phone let out a sharp ping and it brought her back to the present. She jumped a little before she reached in her pocket and grabbed a beaten flip phone. It took all of the strength in her to turn to look at Sam again.

"Can you do the stitches while I talk on the phone? Nine out of ten times it's my Dad and he drilled it into us when we were pretty little, you don't miss a call from the General." Anna looked at Sam and she saw the question in his eyes but he just nodded slowly as he cut a large amount of dental floss from a spool. "Hello?" she tried to sound confident.

"Anna!" Her father bellowed into the phone causing her to wince and hold it away from her ear.

"Yes sir." She responded.

"You told me you were going out for a drink with friends. You never came home and then I see the note you left on the kitchen counter. I raised you with honour and integrity, this is neither."

"Da- Sir. All I am trying to do is -" Anna started but her father cut her off.

"You are the oldest, you are supposed to set an example for your sisters. You think this is the example you should set for the girls?"

"It's not my job, I'm not their mother!" Anna argued and immediately bit the inside of her mouth. That was the wrong thing to say.

"Was that talk back I heard?" Her father demanded in a tone that she knew carried into the room. It was a tone she had learned to fear. "Were you talking about your mother?"

"No sir." She stated emphatically trying to take back the words that had tumbled out of her mouth.

"Your mother, God bless her soul, was a saint. She was taken too early from this life and you would do well to watch your tone. Where are you?" Again he demanded and Anna flinched.

Sam was watching her; mercifully he hadn't started slicing into her nose yet. Instead he patiently held an old t-shirt up to her nose to staunch the bleeding. Anna could feel eyes on her back and she assumed it was Dean.

"I'm sorry Sir, I should never have compared myself to her. I am in Nebraska, Sir." She tried not to let the defeat slip into her voice. Here she was thirty years old and still being told when to jump, and of course her only answer was ever 'how high?'

"What on God's green earth is in Nebraska?"

"Nothing, Sir." She muttered.

"What was that?"

"I said nothing, Sir" She was a little louder that time.

"Repeat that?"

"I said NOTHING, Sir." This time she stood up and slammed her fist on the table. "Nothing is in Nebraska, Sir." She grabbed for the t-shirt and held it up with her free hand.

"Come home."

"Respectfully, Sir, no." she gulped.

"Excuse me?"

"Sir, I love you but I am not your whipping boy. I have followed your every move, idolized you in every way possible. You are my father and I love you, but I am not your whipping boy." She snapped the phone shut and her eyes went wide.

She didn't dream it up; she really just said that to her father. She really hung up without saying goodbye. She really refused the General. No one refused the General. She felt sick to her stomach. She sat back down and didn't make eye contact with anyone. Her heart was beating at a rate she didn't think was healthy, a sweat broke out along her brow, she wiped her hands on her dress and shucked her jacket, suddenly it was too hot. She pulled her hair up and couldn't stop fidgeting.

"Sam now would be a really nice time for you to start." She muttered still not looking at him.

"Are you sure, it's going to hurt." He checked in with her as he saw her eye the needle he was about to use.

"A little pain's a good thing." She smiled as she looked at Sam with slightly nervous eyes. "It will take my mind off the fact that I just disobeyed a direct order from Lieutenant General Jonathon Fulton." Sam nodded and his eyes travelled to her shoulder. The large, jagged, crescent scar that adorned her left side was on clear display. "I ran into a door." The look on her face would have been obvious to anyone that had spent any amount of time with her that she was lying.

Sam nodded as he sliced into the bridge of her nose with the needle and Anna let out a sharp hiss.

"And that one?" He pointed to the one on her thigh that was exposed as she fiddled in her seat.

"Fell down the stairs." She raised her eyebrows, daring him to voice his concerns.

"Those must have been some stairs." He commented dryly as he made another stitch and Anna gripped at the table and bit her lip. She didn't make a peep, years of living with Robbie taught her to keep silent because complaining over pain only made it worse. "Okay, I'm done." he backed away from his work and nodded slightly. "It's going to scar."

"It'll add to my collection. It was nice to meet you. I'm really sorry about your car. I will definitely pay for the paint job. Hey, how about I take you both out to dinner? It's the least I could do." She rambled as she gathered her things and walked towards the door. "Seriously, I just need to get changed and then anywhere you want to go."

"Anna, that's okay." Sam stood up and walked her to the door.

"Now Sammy, the girl wants to take us out for a burger. You know I can never pass on a burger." Dean suddenly got very friendly. "While we are out there you can explain to me exactly how you are going to get me the money to repaint my car. You have twenty minutes."

"I only need five but I'll take ten so I don't look desperate." Anna joked and then second-guessed herself. "Not that I think I look desperate or anything because I'm not desperate or anything. Okay, I'm going to go. I'll meet you in the parking lot."

Anna walked over to her car and pulled out the small duffel bag she had brought. She had exactly two changes of clothes now that her dress had been turned into something out of a B movie horror film. Her room was worse than Sam and Dean's, it smelt worse and there was a strange stain on the carpet that she decided she didn't want to identify. As soon as the door shut behind her peeled off her dress and opened her bag to pull on a worn grey USMC t-shirt and jeans. She moved over to the sink and jumped back. Three large cockroaches had made a home in the basin and hissed as she turned on the light.

"Gross, gross, gross!" She muttered as she plucked them up one by one and dropped them on the ground before stepping on them. It only occurred to her afterwards that she didn't have any shoes on and bug guts squished through her toes. "Perfect." She grumped but turned on the water and waited for it to run clear before she splashed a little on her face trying to clear the dried blood.

Anna walked out of the bathroom purposefully dragging her foot along the carpet to clean it before putting on a pair of boots. There was a knock on the door and she suspected it was the manager offering his special services. She had already put on her best disgusted face by the time she opened the door.

"Look I -" She was cut off when she saw both Sam and Dean standing outside her door. "Sorry, I thought we were going to meet in the parking lot?" she asked. She grabbed her jacket and moved outside and started walking to her car. "So I was thinking a diner or something? If you guys want to go somewhere nicer I guess that's okay." She really didn't want to do that and she highly doubted anywhere nicer than the local diner. She thought they didn't look like the kind of guys that would be comfortable in a nice restaurant but they might try and milk a free meal for all it was worth.

"A diner is fine." Sam assured and Dean nodded with a noncommittal sort of grunt.

"Okay, cool, I'll drive." Anna shrugged as she climbed into the car. "Uh sorry for the mess, it was a long drive."

"Where are you coming from?" Sam asked from the back seat as he pealed an old fast food wrapper off the seat next to him.

"Arlington, Virginia." Anna sped out of the parking lot and onto the town's main drag.

"What's there?" Dean was looking out the passenger seat window with his hand pressed up against his lip.

"The Pentagon. My dad's a three star general in the Marine Corps." Anna really didn't want to think about her father and she doubled her efforts to find someplace to eat.

"What about your mom?" Sam asked, not picking up on Anna's tension.

"My mom died when I was ten years old in a hit and run." Her attention was divided as she pulled into the car park of a diner advertising 'ho-made pie'. "Okay, here we go." She felt a bit like a tour guide as she walked into the retro diner. The pealing wallpaper had a strange cherub design on it and Anna thought they looked a little demon like but she kept her mouth shut as she smiled at the ancient waitress standing at the podium. "Hi, table for three please. A booth would be best."

It was a learned habit she picked up from her years with Robbie. She needed to see everything the room. Her back had to be to the wall. That was the safest place; no one could sneak up on her if she had her back to the wall.

"Sure thing, missy." The woman picked up three greasy menus and gestured for them to follow. She had red lipstick painted onto one of her chipped front teeth and smelt like tobacco and vinegar.

Anna had to bite her lip to stop from corrected the woman that her name wasn't 'missy' and calling her that only resulted in a lower tip.

Once they were seated the table became deathly silent. There was an awkward moment where Anna looked at Sam, Sam looked at Dean, and Dean glared at Anna.

"So my car?" Dean asked as he picked up the menu. "It would be easier for me if you just gave me your checking number and I can get the money I need to fix what you ruined."

"Oh yeah?" Anna asked looking at her own menu. "Are you some distantly related prince from Africa too? Honestly how stupid do I look?" She raised an eyebrow at him over the top of her menu. "How long are you guys going to be in town?"

"We actually are on our way out tomorrow, we were just here since yesterday." Sam informed her.

"Where are you headed?" She put down her menu, which she really didn't need because she knew what she was going to have the minute she walked into the place.

"Away from here." Dean made a face. "Anywhere away from here." He muttered and Anna thought she saw a shiver run down his spine.

"What a coincidence, we are headed in the same direction. What are you running from?" She hid her snort as the old woman came back with water for Anna and Sam before turning away.

"We aren't running. We are working on a job for our father." Dean looked upset at her accusation but she managed to shake it off. The woman came back again with yet another glass of water before she looked expectantly at the trio.

"Well," she paused. "What am I getting you?" She sounded almost annoyed by their very presence.

"I'll have a bacon cheeseburger, well done, with fries and whatever beer is cold." Anna stated without looking at the rude waitress before she handed back the menu. "Thanks, Missy." Her words were cold as she finally looked up at the woman's fried blonde hair.

The woman didn't like that; she let out an annoyed huff before looking at Sam.

"Uh, I'll have a cobb salad." It sounded like a question as he said it and Anna could tell it wasn't the usual order from the look on Dean's face.

"Right." Dean was still looking at Sam with a questioning look, which Sam was steadfastly ignoring. "I'll have the same as her." He smiled at the waitress and was rewarded with a half smile as she took a break from chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"Coming up." She hobbled off towards the kitchen and Anna returned her focus on the men in front of her.

"We are supposed to go to Pennsylvania next."

"Now, maybe it's because I have a really shitty dad but why would you voluntarily work for your father?" Anna questioned as she took a sip of water.

"You got some Daddy issues?" Dean smirked at her.

"I didn't always. He was a really great dad at one point but he kind of lost it after my mom died. We moved around a lot when I was younger, for his career mostly. My sisters and I were raised like we were conscripted into the military." Anna shrugged.

"Can you shoot a gun?" Dean asked looking intrigued though more than a little sceptical.

"Yeah." Anna's tone became brisk when she saw where his questions were leading.

"Have you ever killed?" Dean questioned blandly.

Anna was a little taken aback. People that asked that question either held their head back in disgust at the things she could have done, or leaned forward a little too closely, a little too intrigued about her life. But Dean wasn't any of those things. He asked the question like it was a standard dinner topic, leaned back, casual, almost like he was unimpressed by any answer she could give.

"A couple of deer, a moose, one time a bear, and then ten months ago I shot my boyfriend in the head," She tried to keep the unimpressed tone in her voice but she could hear the hitch in her voice when she mentioned Robbie. "Oh good food!" She smiled as a large plate was sat down in front of her.

Sam looked horrified; his big brown eyes were clouded in worry and a small amount of discomfort at the topic. Dean's expression didn't change. His eyebrow rose slightly but for the most part he remained still, only moving when his plate was placed before him.

There was complete silence as everyone bit into their food. Sam made a face and Anna noticed with a smirk. Wordlessly she dumped her fries onto her larger plate and cut her burger in half. She placed half on the small plate and moved it over towards Sam.

"Thanks for patching me up." She smiled before going back to eating. "So you guys thought your dad was here or something?"

"Nah, nah, Sam wanted to visit a faith healer here." Dean talked with his mouth full of half macerated cow.

Anna wiped at her face and placed the napkin down on her lap.

"Not one of those 'Praise the lord, and with this hand I shall heal thee of all evil' hack jobs looking for a hand out if you ask me." Anna snorted.

"You don't believe in God?" Sam asked.

Anna snorted.

"Even if I did believe in a God I would never believe he comes down and picks certain people to cure. Those guys are just looking for an easy buck. I'm not saying an easy way to earn a buck is a bad thing, I'm just saying they wouldn't get my buck. Maybe I'm just bitter because I know God wouldn't save me." Anna chuckled to herself.

"Why won't God save you?" Sam asked, seemingly interested in her belief.

"After all the shit I've done? The shit I've seen? I'm going to hell and I'm going to have a grand ole time getting here." She winked and then saw their confused looks. "I am the Lord thy God, Thou shalt have no other gods, No graven images or likenesses, Take not the Lord's name in vain, Remember the Sabbath day, Honour thy father and they mother, Thou shalt not kill, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness, Thou shalt not covet. Guilty." She raised her hand, claiming responsibility for her actions.

"What has a girl like you ever stolen in her entire life?" Dean did nothing to cover his own snort.

"Didn't you know? Us military brats, we get in all sorts of trouble." She smiled. "There are no girls like me, I'm one of a kind."

"Our father was a Marine." Sam made light conversation as Dean looked at her like a cow up for auction. Anna tried to ignore the way he would look at her for a minute and then off into space like he was thinking really hard.

They talked for about thirty minutes, about nothing in particular. Anna made sure to avoid topics that would lead back to her Robbie, and she noticed Sam skirt around any questions that related to whatever they were working on. Dean stayed silent.

The elderly waitress came around and asked if they wanted anything else.

"What pies do you have?" Anna asked, her craving from the afternoon not quite as gone as she thought it was.

"Fresh out of pie. We got a chocolate lava cake that's not awful." Anna grumped a little and folded her arms. She was never going to get her pie.

"I'll pass on that." Finally Anna threw her napkin onto her empty plate. "Okay I'm ready whenever you are." She stated. "Dean, if you want to find a place to fix the scratch tomorrow, I'm not doing anything."

"Well we are headed out early so I doubt we will get the chance." Dean smiled but clearly he was thinking about something else.

"I'm an early riser, just give me a call and I can follow you where ever you want to go. As long as it's not back to Virginia, I'm actually looking for an adventure." She placed a couple of bills on the table and tried to ignore that it was the last of her cash.

"So, why'd you stop here? Why not keep going?" Dean asked as he got out if his seat and walked with her out of the restaurant.

"This is going to sound really strange but I thought I was having a heart attack." She opened her car door and waited for the others to get in. She saw them look at each other before they got in. "I had just crossed the Nebraska border about four in the afternoon and I could have sworn I saw someone in the backseat of my car. At that point I thought I was crazy but all of the sudden it felt like someone was sitting on my chest. I pulled over at some public pool took a deep breath and the feeling was gone, it just sort of vanished. That's when I decided to call it a day. I was seeing things and feeling things that just weren't there."

"When did this happen?" Dean suddenly was looking at Sam with the ever familiar 'told you so' glare.

"I don't know, a little after four, 4:10 maybe." She thought about it for a minute. "Actually I do know, the clock broke right when I started feeling like shit. See, 4:17." She pointed at the clock. "Radio broke too. It was probably just my body's way of yelling at me for the big mac at two in the morning."

"It looks like we are going to be in town a bit longer than we thought. I'll give you a call about the car." Dean turned back to face her after he was done glaring at Sam.

"Sounds good. What changed your plans?" She asked as they turned into the motel parking lot.

"Just a little more business to take care of." Dean supplied cryptically.

"Okay then." Why they acted like they were so good at lying was beyond her. Dean was clearly antsy and Sam was looking guilty but Anna decided not to press their patience and just ignore it. "I guess I'll see you in the morning."

"Thanks for dinner." Sam called as she walked to her room and they walked to theirs.

"No problem, I promise I'll fix your car." She called back with a smile as she wiggled the key in the door but it was stuck. She twisted again but it wouldn't budge. She could feel Sam and Dean's eyes on her as she struggled with the door. Anna took a step back and sighed. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." She muttered to herself.

She kicked lightly at the door and could feel them walking over to her. She waved her hand at them to stay back as she aimed a more forceful kick higher up the door closer to the handle. It creaked and finally gave way, opening with the scratching sound of carpet on wood.

"Don't worry I got it!" She grunted. "Heart attack my ass!" she muttered to herself. "Fit as a damn fiddle." That last part reminded her of her father and she quickly shut up. She tore her pants off and crawled onto the bed. It was a long day and all she wanted was a well earned rest.