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Dean stood outside of the bedroom door, knowing that Anna was just on the other side. "Dean!" Zachariah yelled from downstairs, urging him on.

"Damn!" Dean cursed as his hand hesitated over the door knob. Slowly, he turned it to the left to open the door. He found Anna sitting on the edge of the bed with a few tears streaming down her face.

"I heard," Anna whispered, subconsciously touching the bruises that were still on her throat. Dean just nodded and walked closer to her.

"I'm sorry Anna," he said. Sitting next to her on the bed, he put a comforting hand on her back. "I won't hurt you, I promise," he said, looking into her deep, brown eyes.

"I know," was all she whispered in reply. Reaching his hand out, he brushed away the tears from her cheek with is thumb. He moved his hand behind her neck to hold her face gently. Leaning in slowly, he kissed her. When his lips met hers, she felt a small flutter in her stomach. They were warm and soft, and he was being very gentle. She knew that he was trying to make this act as normal as possible for her sake, but it was hard with the looming thought of Sam and Bobby downstairs with the angel.

Anna's thoughts suddenly went back to the last time she was intimate with someone, and it brought tears back to her eyes. Dean noticed, because he pulled away and looked at her with a concerned expression. Waving him off with a shake of her head, she leaned in for another kiss and continued the process. Before long, he moved her to a lying position on the bed and slowly started to remove her clothes. They both knew that Zachariah could see what they were doing, and the thought made Dean sick.

Anna felt his calloused hands slowly remove her tank top, and he gently rubbed small circles on her smooth skin. Her heart was racing as he pulled his own t-shirt off. He moved against her and she could feel his hardness through the jeans he wore. As he continued to kiss her, they started to get a little more heated. It was difficult to give in to the natural urge with the thought of Zachariah plaguing both their minds. Hesitantly, Dean pulled at her jeans and carefully slid them off. He then did the same with his own after unbuckling his belt. The sound of his belt made Anna shiver, but she tried to hide it. Lying on top of her, Dean looked to his right and opened the nightstand for a condom.

"Nope!" Zachariah's voice interrupted. "Natural act Winchester, completely natural," the angel said. It was clear to Anna and Dean that he was standing just outside the door. Guilt rushed through Dean's veins at what he was about to do. Anna looked scared beneath him, and he knew she had every right to not trust him. He tried his hardest to be gentle and make her comfortable, but there was only so much he could do. Sighing, he threw the condom back in the drawer.

Dean was back directly on top of her, and his hand moved to take off her bra. Once she was exposed, she saw his eyes linger before looking away. Inching himself down the bed, he removed the white thong she was wearing and sat back on his knees to look at her. The act made her slightly self conscious, but he soon removed his own boxers. She could see his long, thick length as he threw his underwear on the floor. He moved closer to her again, and kissed her.

Dean thought if he distracted her with kisses that maybe it wouldn't seem as awkward. He moved his fingers in between her legs and inwardly cursed when he found she wasn't wet. 'Of course she's not wet; she's scared out of her mind. You're making the woman cry for Christ's sake!' he thought to himself. Trying to keep her occupied with his mouth, he slowly moved his fingers over her clit. She tensed up at his touch and inhaled sharply. "Sorry," he mumbled against her mouth. She didn't reply to him, and instead just continued to kiss him. Once she was finally wet enough, he slowly entered her.

As he entered her, she gasped. Needing some time to adjust to his size, she took a few deep breaths. He held onto her as his movements started to increase in speed, and she grabbed onto his biceps for support. In a mix between pleasure and pain, he continued to thrust in and out of her for several minutes. Because they had a nosy angel just outside their door, it was difficult for them to both stay focused on finishing. Trying her hardest to shut out the idea of Zachariah, she focused on Dean. Their eyes met, and Anna gazed into the green orbs above her. He gave her a slight not in understanding as he began to pant. She nodded back and put a hand on his cheek. His eyes closed at that, and his thrusts suddenly reached a speed that soon sent Anna over the edge. She gripped his biceps once again as she fell over into her orgasm, with her nails digging into his skin.

As he felt her muscles clench around him, he spilled into her in ecstasy. Pumping a few more times to milk out his orgasm, he finally removed himself from her and laid next to her on the bed. "Anna," he panted.

"I know. It's okay. We're okay," she said in hopes to comfort his obvious guilt. They assumed that Zach had left, seeing as Sam knocked on the door a few minutes later. The couple was still lying naked in bed, trying to process what just happened.

"Dean? Anna?" Sam called through the wood.

"We're okay," Dean said, his breathing finally calmed down.

"We'll be downstairs if you guys want to talk," Sam said before leaving.

"Always the comforting little brother," Dean teased, trying to smile. "Anna I'm so sorry," Dean added. He knew she was probably getting sick of him apologizing, but he couldn't help it.

"Dean, it's fine. I know that wasn't exactly how things were supposed to go, but it happened and we can't change it. Zach said this was a prophecy, right? That means that we probably would have ended up together anyways. He just sped things up a little bit," Anna tried to reason, remembering Sam's logic.

"I know Anna, but that doesn't change the fact that it happened under Zach's will, not ours." Dean thought about the countless women he'd slept with at random bars throughout the country. He didn't think twice about sleeping with them and leaving before they woke up the next morning. Anna was different. He blamed it on the prophecy, but there was a particular draw he had to her. Something he couldn't deny. He felt actual guilt, because he felt like he took advantage of Anna. When he saw the tears in her eyes during sex, his heart almost broke in two. Little did he know that the tears weren't from him, but from a distant memory of Anna's she'd tried to suppress for years. "Anna, I made you cry." 'There, I said it.'

"Before it happened, yes I was crying. That's not your fault though, that's Zachariah's."

"No Anna. During sex. I saw the tears on your face," he said again.

"Oh…that wasn't from you. I just…I have a complicated past," she tried to tell him. Her voice faltered towards the end of her statement, and Dean caught it.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't really want to talk about it. It's stupid," she said.

"Please tell me," he wanted so badly to know why she was crying.

"I…it was a long time ago," she started, looking over at Dean and pulling the sheet to cover her breasts. Dean shifted so that he was on his right side facing her.

"You can tell me. I mean, we did just have sex," he tried to make her smile. "I just want to know," he said in a more serious tone.

"I was actually in a similar situation once. Except there was no angel. No prophecy. Just forced sex," she whispered, looking to Dean for his reaction. "An ex who didn't understand the aspect of respect. And he wasn't…gentle." She had only told a few people in her life, and she was just waiting for the look of pity that would surely come. To her surprise, it didn't.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said, straight-faced.

"Me too," she answered, continuing to stare into his hypnotizing, green eyes. Dean looked over at the small woman lying in bed with him. Taking a leap of faith, he pulled her closer and gathered her in his arms. She stiffened at his touch, but soon softened and accepted the silent comfort.

"If you can get past the fact that we're naked, I really am just trying to be a good guy," Dean said with a smirk. His comment made her laugh and she leaned into his warm, bare chest. "I know this whole prophecy shit sucks, but I promise I won't leave you alone to deal with it. I'll be right by you the whole time. We're literally kind of bound together in this," he said, hoping that his words would bring some solace to her.

Later that night, Anna woke up from a peaceful slumber. Realizing that she had strong arms wrapped around her, she remembered falling asleep talking with Dean. It was odd how well they got along, and his words really set her mind at ease for the following trials they would overcome. Feeling the dryness of thirst, she slowly slipped out of his arms and stood up. Her bare feet felt cold standing on the wood floor. Looking at the nightstand she saw it was around two in the morning. She saw her naked skin and figured that she should put some clothing on. As she scanned the room she found Dean's t-shirt near her feet and decided to throw that on with her jeans. She didn't know where her tank top or bra had ended up. Silently padding down the hall, she found the staircase and made her way into the kitchen. She was surprised to find Sam at the kitchen table with a bottle of beer and one light on.

"Sam?" she asked, rather embarrassed that she was wearing his brother's shirt. Just the fact that he and Bobby were aware of what happened upstairs sent a bright red blush to her cheeks.

"Hi Anna," Sam said, looking up with concerned eyes. "Are you alright? Do you need anything?" he asked. His words were only slightly slurred, and she could tell that the bottle in his hand wasn't his first.

"I'm fine. Dean's fine. I just came for some water. I got thirsty," she reasoned, and moved towards the cabinet to fetch a glass. Filling it with water, she took a long drink of the cool liquid. A sudden boom of thunder scared her and she accidentally dropped the glass. Shards scattering everywhere, she gasped and look at Sam with a worried expression.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll grab the broom," he said, moving to the other side of the kitchen. "Stay there, you don't have any shoes on," he reasoned as he retrieved the old, yellow broom.

"I-I'm sorry. I just h-hate storms," she said as a flash of lightning lit up the night sky. She jumped at the light and looked back at Sam embarrassed.

"You exorcise demons and hunt ghosts, vampires, and werewolves for a living, but a simple thunderstorm has you tail between the legs scared?" Sam chuckled.

"It's a completely rational fear," she tried to defend with a slight smile. As Sam knelt down to sweep up the glass, Anna gripped the counter. Her knuckles turned white. "Je déteste les orages. Merde tempête."

"French? You speak French?" Sam asked, looking up at her wide-eyed.

"Only when I'm really mad or scared. In this case, the latter. I'm going back upstairs. Too many windows down here," she said before trotting away to the stairs. Sam laughed as he watched her bounce out of the kitchen.

Anna walked back into the bedroom, jumping when she heard another boom of thunder. A small gasp escaped her lips again and it woke up Dean.

"Anna?" he asked groggily, sitting up.

"H-hi."

"What are you doing?"

"W-went to get a glass of water. Turns out there's a nice, big, scary, creepy thunderstorm outside," she said and jumped when a flash of lightning shown through the two windows in the room. Dean let out a chuckle at her fear and sat up all the way.

"Thunderstorms? You're a hunter and you're scared of thunderstorms?" he teased, running a hand through his hair. He noticed that she was in his t-shirt and smiled.

"Yes. You're brother just teased me downstairs, am I going to get it from my 'Heaven Husband' now too?"

"Sam? He's awake?"

"Nursing a beer as we speak."

"Hmm," was all Dean said as he grabbed his boxers and slid them on underneath the covers. He watched as Anna began to remove her jeans, leaving her in just his t-shirt.

"Ahh!" she screamed when another boom rang through the sky. Dean started full on laughing and waved his arm for her to come into bed.

"Come here scared-y-cat," he chuckled and watched as she ran for the bed and dove underneath the covers. She felt him wrap is arms around her, and felt a strange pang of comfort rush through her. Warm and safe, she eventually fell back asleep.