Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Annie and all others you do not know

A/N: Okay, so I had planned on updating this right after I posted the previous chapter but I got some PMs from a user and they were quite rude, and the reviews she gave on some of my stories were rude as well, which bothered me a bit, but not even as close as the PMs. The PMs hardly had anything to do with the stories, it was basically her just bashing me. So it knocked my momentum down a few notches. But I'm back.

Annie's brow furrowed and she swiped her hand along her face when a constant patting beat against her forehead.

When the patting didn't ease up she finally cracked open her eyes. Annie smiled softly as Binx's blue eyes shone down at her, Annie's own blue eyes shining as the quickly growing kitten licked a few kisses to her face before climbing down onto her chest and then hopped onto the floor.

"What's wrong, B?" She asked when the kitten ran her clawless-paws down the door a few times.

The kitty meowed when Annie didn't move from her spot in bed.

"Do you need more food?"

She climbed from the bed and opened the door just enough to slide out into the hall, Binx, however, had other plans and squeezed out between the door and Annie's legs and then took off down the hall.

Annie cursed under her breath and ran after her. Bobby had informed the Winchester boys that the over-sized rodent had to stay in the guest room when they dropped the furball off while on a hunt, he then told Annie the same when she showed up with the Winchesters. It's not that Bobby didn't like Annie, he just didn't like Binx. Bobby Singer was not a cat person.

"Binx! What are you doing?" Her voice was hushed as the kitten had stopped in front of Sam and Dean's bedroom door.

When the kitty started to meow and smack at the door Annie cringed. Dean was not a happy camper when it came to being woke up, and it was barely dawn--let alone the fact that he was pissed at the world, and everyone in it, that his Father was dead.

The Winchester's bedroom door opened but Dean stopped in his tracks when he noticed Annie standing in the hall not too far from her room.

Dean swallowed thickly when Annie caught sight of his duffel bag.

"Where are you--" She stopped when Sam appeared behind his brother, his own duffel bag in hand. "What's going on?"

Sam looked between the two before fixing his brother with a glare. "You said you told her."

"Told me what?" She frowned.

"Sam and I have something we need to do." When Annie went to open her mouth, Dean spoke again--taking it a step too far. "It's family-related, Annie."

Annie's face hardened and she stomped back to her room.

"Dean." Sam scolded his brother. "You can't just do that to Annie, she--"

"It's fine Sam. I get it." Annie spoke as she came back out, her duffel bag in hand, and still in her nightgown. She stared hard at Dean again and walked past him. "I may not have any family, but that doesn't give you the right to ditch me just because you're in a bitchy mood."

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Finished buttoning her jeans, Annie hurried as she pulled a sweater on over her head. The Winchesters were already out of the battered mini van and had walked into the dusty old building. She slid her feet into her shoes and climbed from the rust bucket of a vehicle.

She stopped at the door when muffled voices could be heard, but what stopped her was the females voice.

Annie sighed and pushed open the door, however, she halted when two women pointed guns her way.

"Umm...Hi?"

The eldest woman rested her gun at her side and looked Annie over, a look of wonder on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

"You look so familiar." The woman shook her head.

Annie's eyebrows shot up and she walked over to Sam, holding her hand out to the woman. "Umm...Annie Poole."

"You're Effy's daughter." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, but Annie nodded all the same. "I'm sorry about what happened to her."

"Thank you." Annie spoke. "No offense--but who are you?"

"I'm Ellen Harvelle." The woman gave a chuckle.

Annie nodded and then shrugged. "You knew my Mother, how?"

"We met a couple of times." Ellen looked at Annie with sad eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sorry?"

Ellen's eyes went wide. "You...don't know..."

Dean frowned and spoke up. "Know what?"

A/N: Next chapter should be up soon. I have pretty much all of this story planned out, and a good bit of the sequel to this one, and then mid-way of Season Four. So, I've got this one basically all done, just have to type it up and then post it. Paper Roses and Candy Kisses is to thank for it being updated as soon as it is. She's helped me a lot. Sooo much to come next chapter and on. I can't wait to bring Jo in. Hope you guys are ready. :)

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