"Dean. Stop moving." The brunette gave a stern look before cupping his chin underneath her hand. A moment of stillness but the male started shifting in his seat again. "Stop."

"I could have done this myself."

"And I saw your brand of medicine because you didn't want me taking you to Urgent Care. Hold still so I don't poke you in the eye."

"Okay bossy." The hunter called her in playful banter.

"I think you like it..." She Responded while trying to keep her focus on the cut above his brow. "Okay. I think you're good to go." Reaching across the table she grabbed for the hand-held mirror showing Dean her handy work. "That wasn't so bad. But, you already have a nasty bruise." Removing herself from the table she took her first aid kit returning it to the bathroom where she found it.

Sitting there letting Annie fix him up from the fight in the bar, it really gave him time to think. Too much time which was never good. When Dean got stuck in his head it was kind of a downhill spiral. For most of the night he was having a great time. Talking with Annie and of course their shared moment when they left the bar, but now once he had time to settle down and think about what happened. He was not okay. His eyes watched her disappear into the hall and he took that as his opportunity "Annie. I'm going to go." He called out. Grabbing for his jacket before moving to the door.

"What? You don't need to go." She literally sprinted to catch him before he could make his escape out the front door. The disappointment was evident on her face. The smile she wore wiped away like cheap lipstick. Despite what happened she thought they were having a pretty good time. It wasn't even midnight yet.

"Tonight, was a mess." The green-eyed male started. He leaned against the door with his eyes staring at his feet voiding eye contact. "You shouldn't have seen that." After only three days of knowing each other. That wasn't the impression he wanted to leave her with. He couldn't tell her what that guy was and to put the cherry on top of that shit sundae; she was in harm's way now more then she already happened to be before he strolled into town. That's what he was struggling with. Things couldn't be normal for him.

"Dean. I told you it was okay. I'm fine, really." Slowly stepping closer to the male. She couldn't understand this sudden change in attitude. "Charlie deserved to get punched. You didn't do anything wrong..." she was trying so hard to reassure him, but it didn't seem to work.

"Annie!" He snapped raising his voice. The young women took a step back. It was alarming. Far different from the charming personality he had been showing her unless it was all mask, hiding who he really was.

"Why are you getting so mad?" She didn't raise her voice, but she had a general concern. She just wanted to figure out what was going on "If you are going to start getting weird, you could have warned me yesterday."

His brows furrowed together as he looked over at Annie "This was a mistake. There is a lot about me you don't know Annie..."

"I know that."

"No, you don't!" This time stepping away from the door he moved closer to the brunette. "Annie. You are so innocent. I have a past and I didn't want to expose you to that."

She was at a loss of words. All she could get out was… "I'm not that innocent."

"Yes, you are! That's what I like about you!" The hunter argued. In a quick motion he cupped his hand under her chin to look at her. The brunette looked up at him gently placing her own hand upon his. "I don't care." Annie flat out told him. "We just met. This is only temporary, I know that. I like you and I just want to enjoy this while we can." Her hand dropped as she pulled away from him. "I'm just trying to live right now." Slipping past him she moved to the door opening it for him… "You can leave, I'm not going to stop you." What else was she going to do? Keep him hostage. The hunter didn't move. His head turned slightly still listening to her speak. Turning on his heel. He slowly moved to the door. But, there was a hesitation. He grabbed the door frame as he looked out onto the sidewalk. Annie thought for sure he was leaving. Suddenly, the door shut but Dean was still there looking down at her with those brilliant eyes. The only sound was the Click of the door locking. The brunette moved in closing the distance between her and Dean "Nolan. My last name is Nolan." She finally revealed. First name bases seemed a bit pointless now. They were yelling already like a married couple. It should have been a warning for her to walk away. But there was something about him. Maybe she was just stupid.

"…Winchester." Traditionally he would give out a fake name. Especially if he knew it was going to be a quickie. No. This was different. It was real, and it was hitting him hard. It was that strange moment, where both parties were feeling vulnerable. Who was going to speak first, who was going to move. Where they going to do anything? Or continue standing there like two awkward kids at a high school dance.

So, he was staying. She honest to God didn't think he would and now she also realized she hadn't thought this through. She was starting to feel self-conscious about this whole situation. Like, was he expecting more out of her? Did he think she was expecting more? She needed a handbook because she was wildly out of practice. She sheepishly looked away from his gaze, hair falling in front of her face, her thoughts racing telling her to say something, anything at all! Just don't continue to stand there. But Dean. His gaze on her never faltered. He was taking in her every shape, the way the light seemed to catch her just right. He stayed because he wanted to. He stayed because of her. She was honest, she was sincere, she wasn't afraid of him. He just met her. But, God damn it. He felt something. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Annie." The hunter finally spoke. Brushing the hair out of her eyes. He placed his hand under her chin, encouraging her to took up at him. He leaned in, gently placing her lips against hers. Their lips lingering as they slowly pulled away from one another. Dean placed his hands on her waist pulling her in close. Annie draped her arms across his shoulders as she returned the kiss. The passion growing between them like a slow burning flame. Their lips locked a little longer, their bodies held a little closer. Dean wanted nothing more than to bring her that bedroom and treat her like a Queen. However, he knew in the pit of his stomach, this was not the right time. Sex changes a relationship. He did not want to ruin anything with her. The green-eyed male released himself from the kiss. Smiling apologetically "I'm sorry."

Annie released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. A feeling of relief escaped her. She already knew what he was going to say. She wasn't ready either. Maybe they will get there at some point while he was still around, but they were not at that point. "Don't apologize. I know." She replied softly. A shared understanding leaving them both wondering what now?

"If you still want me to stay. We could watch a movie?" Dean offered up as a solution.

"I would like that a lot actually." She smiled warmly.

The two were know curled up together while they got lost in a psychological thriller. It was a Netflix recommendation and wasn't that great. Halfway through they were both making dumb commentary on the acting and how the plot didn't make sense. The movie finished, and Dean looked over to Annie about to suggest he should go home. But she was sound asleep curled up on him like a question mark. He contemplated waking her up. But he just couldn't. She looked so peaceful and it was so comforting having her so close like that. It was perfect. He took back his arm that was trapped under her body. Gently he placed it across her back like a hug. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the couch. He didn't intend on falling asleep. The next thing he knew, his eyes opened, and it was the next morning.

10:30am

Dean was sitting in the living room getting ready to leave. Putting his shoes on one at a time. He was taking his sweet time. He loved his brother, but he knew when he walked out that door he would be thinking about her all day. Here he knew she was safe. Here he could kiss her anytime he wanted.

"I'll be right out!" Annie called from her bedroom. She stood there in her frumpy white polo and black pants. She absolutely hated how she looked, and she hated this ugly uniform even more. Especially today in particular. She finished pulling her hair up and went to grab her apron when her phone started to ring. She wondered what her expression looked like. The name showing up on her screen literally made her want to jump in front of moving bus. Telling herself not to answer, she let her cellphone ring. Then, it stopped. But within a minute it started ringing again just like she figured it would. She looked knowing if she didn't answer they would keep calling.

"What do you want Jerry?" she scolded to the man on the other end. Not his fault her mom was a flight risk with a drinking problem, but he did help in ruining her fucking life. Her hatred was justified.

"Did you seriously just ask me that? Why is it the only time either of you call it's because you want something? No. Because It's my money. It could have been her money too if you two weren't fucking in the backseat of your mail truck."

Dean's ears perked up catching part of a conversation he shouldn't have been listening to in the first place. Suddenly too aware of his own presence.

"Jerry. Put her on. Jerry! Put her on the fucking phone!"

The bedroom door slammed shut. He had no idea she could even raise her voice like that. From that point on the rest of the conversation was muffled.

"Don't call me anymore." Like that the conversation was over. All Annie could do was sit there and allow the anger to pass. She wanted one day. Just one day where things were okay. She just wanted to be okay. Her eyes drifted to the door. She was positive Dean heard her. The yelling, the swearing. Jerry and her mom had a remarkable way of bringing out the worst in her. Taking a deep b reath, she wiped away the tears staining her cheeks. She couldn't sit in there and hide. "Pull it together…"

The door opened, and Annie faked a smile as she walked out into the living room. Dean was now waiting by the door. He looked up at her, she had been crying it was obvious. "Everything okay?" he left it at that. He didn't want to push his boundaries.

"Yup." She replied enthusiastically. Still playing off her forced smile. This was so uncomfortable and all she could do was pretend to be fine. "We should go."

"Sure, thing Boss." That seemed to get a real smile out of the girl. Which made him smile in return.

"Can I drive?" Flashing the hunter her best smile.

Gently, Dean smiled reaching over taking a hold of her hand bringing it to his lips. "No."