Chapter 4: Never Let Go

August 17, 2007

On that day, ten years ago, Arthur Fitzgerald died. Annabelle never really got over it. She could never stop blaming herself, and she never would stop.

"Now Jared, I think your sister can handle this one on her own, right Bells?" Arthur said ruffling his daughter's hair. "Dad, I've been ready, I don't need Jared's help."

Jared rolled his eyes "Sure you don't kid." Annabelle smacked her brother on the back of the neck. "I'm NOT a kid Jared!" Arthur stepped between his two children.

"Alright kids cut it out, we have a job to do." Annabelle was walking through the woods, and then she spotted her prey. "Alright babe here I come!" Annabelle went

running after it, fighting it as best as she could. She got in one good shot, but it still wasn't dead. He was running toward Arthur. "DAD LOOK OUT!!!!" screamed

Annabelle. But she was two late. Arthur wasn't ready, but the damned thing got him. Annabelle coward near a tree and saw the werewolf tear her father apart.

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Annabelle shot straight up in her bed. She was covered in sweat and breathing heavy. She looked at the clock and it read 5:19am. "Great, a whole four hours." She rubbed her

neck and headed for the shower. She had been tracking a vengeful spirit since she last saw John. After every hunt she'd call him, but she never got an answer. But tonight, she

was going to go after the spirit For Annabelle, some hunts were easy and some were hard. But on August 17, even the simplest hunt could kill her. Every year it happened. She

would contemplate letting whatever she was hunting kill her or she would just fight it off. Tonight, she didn't feel so great about this hunt. She was thinking about calling Dean and

Sam to help her, but she didn't want to embarrass herself on their first hunt together. So she decided to be a big girl and go by herself. Annabelle packed her trunk full of supplies

once again and headed out for a mansion just outside of town. She put a CD in her stereo and tried to hold back her tears.

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Like she predicted, everything fell apart. Nothing went right. She didn't even exorcise the spirit. She almost got herself killed. But, Annabelle didn't care anymore. For a few

minutes she sat outside of the mansion bleeding and delirious. When she got into her car, she ran it right into a tree on a curvy road. As she was about to give up, someone came

to her. It was her mother Emily Fitzgerald. Now Emily was blessed with the gift of seeing and hearing the dead, and when she passed on, her gift went to Annabelle. Emily

Fitzgerald stroked her daughters cheek, "My little angel, don't give up now, you need to keep going. For your father, your brother, your sister, and me. The answers will come

soon dear." Annabelle started to cry, "Please mom don't leave me!" she screamed as she saw her mother almost float away into thin air. She took a long deep breath and got

herself out of the car. She could barely walk. Annabelle had a piece of glass in her leg, a long scratch across her chest, and numerous bruises on her arms and legs. Her cut on

her head was reopend, staining her light blonde hair red. Annabelle was stumbling on the highway. She saw a sign for a motel just off of an exit. As she made her way down the

hill, her leg gave out. She was now on her hands and knees, crawling her way to the motel. Just then, she saw someone who looked so familiar, Annabelle winced in pain and

tried to scream.

"Sam?"

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Sam went to get some ice from the machine around the corner, when Dean sent him a text message saying that he wouldn't be back for a while. He raised his eyebrows and

laughed. "Same old Dean." But then he heard someone call out to him. He scrunched his eyebrows and looked around and he found Annabelle lying in the middle of the parking

lot. "Annabelle!" he screamed. Sam carefully scooped her into his arms and carried her inside and laid her down on his bed. "Annabelle.." he said gently holding her face. "What

happened." Annabelle winced and started to grab at her leg. Sam looked down to see her light jeans stained with blood. He rolled up her pant leg and saw a piece of glass the

size of a rock in her leg. "Jesus" he mumbled. "Annabelle I need to get the medical kit, just hold on ok." Annabelle just groaned in reply. Sam washed his hands and grabbed a

small white box out of his duffle bag. He pulled out a pair of latex gloves out of the box and grabbed a hold of the glass, "This is gonna hut, so hold on." Annabelle closed her

eyes tightly and gritted her teeth. "Do it!" she said quickly as he pulled out the glass, Annabelle screamed. And put her hands on her head. Sam pulled out a needle and thread

and started to sew her up after cleaning her leg. "Where else are you hurt?" San said holding Annabelle's hands tightly. He then saw the dark line across her chest. She removed

her blood-stained shirt and Sam stitched her up. "Can I take a shower please?" she asked wearily. "Uh yea, hear let me get you some clothes" Sam reached into his duffle bag

and pulled out a grey Stanford tee shirt and a pair of blue plaid boxers. "Thanks" Annabelle said softly and headed for the shower. Sam cleaned up all of the blood and put a pair

of sweats on. When Annabelle came out of the shower, he sprung out of his chair. "Are you alright?" he asked nervously, "Sam, I'm fine. Just a little bloodied and bruised,

nothing a good shower can't fix." Annabelle sat across from Sam and he grabbed her hands tightly. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Annabelle sighed, "It was just a

vengeful spirit, I was careless and I almost got myself killed, end of story." Annabelle said, tears welling in her eyes. "Look, I know that's not all Annabelle, you can tell me, trust

me." He said lifiting her chin up with his thumb. "My father died ten years ago tonight, basically I'm careless on this night, I mean a spirit? C'mon now that should have been a

piece of cake!" said Annabelle wiping her tears away. "That's nothing worth getting yourself killed over!" said Sam hugging Annabelle. "Here, you should get some sleep." He

said pulling his sheets down. "Where are you going to sleep?" asked Annabelle. "Dean's off with some girl tonight, so I'll take his bed." Annabelle. "Thanks" She went into the

bed and fell fast asleep.

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"Jared NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" screamed Annabelle as she saw the Yellow Eyed Demon rip through her brother like a piece of paper. "Well my dear Annabelle."

Said The Demon grabbing her chin. "Don't you touch me!" she screamed. "Now, now, dear, you took something that was mine, and now I'm taking everything

that's yours. I don't have plans for you darling; I had plans for your sister. But that was my mistake for killing her, and now you'll pay little Annabelle, you'll pay."

The Demon smiled and everything went black.

Annabelle shot straight out of bed once again. She was starting to get the headaches. And that was never a good sign. Annabelle looked over at the other bed and saw Sam

tossing and turning. Maybe he has nightmares too Annabelle thought. She headed for the bathroom. She filled up a plastic cup with water and took a sip. Then, she splashed the

rest on her face. She took a deep breath while looking in the mirror. She couldn't do it anymore. She lived this life for too long and she lost too many people. As she put her head

in her lap, she heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Annabelle, is everything alright?" asked Sam with care. Annabelle stood up and opened the door. She nodded her head

and headed back for her bed. Sam smiled and went back to his bed. After staring at the ceiling for about an hour, Annabelle got out of bed and went into Sam's. She laid down

right next to him and put her head into his chest. "Thank you Sam." Said Annabelle as she looked up into his eyes. "For what." He asked jokingly. "Everything." She said closing

her eyes. Sam didn't know how much he saved Annabelle. He fixed her wounds, but deep down, he was starting to heal her emotional wounds. The ones she couldn't talk about

with anybody. He made her feel safe. And that's all she needed now.

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Dean got back at about 10:30. He unlocked the door to find a young girl asleep in Sam's bed. He thought she looked awfully familiar, but he decided to let it go. He heard the

shower turn off so he went into the bathroom to tease his younger brother. "Well Sammy, looks like I wasn't the only one who had fun last night!" Dean said punching his brother

in the arm. Sam laughed, "No Dean its not what you think. That's Annabelle. You know, the girl hunter?" Dean tilted his head back. "Oh!" he said smiling. "I see" Dean peeked

his head out and raised his eyebrows. "Heyy Sam, shes uh kinda hott." Dean smirked, "Actually, shes really hott!" Sam pulled the door shut from behind Dean, "Alright calm

down Dean." Dean started to pout. "Alright, so whats her deal." Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Well, she knows dad. Actually both of our dads hunted together and supposedly

she stayed with us but I don't reme…" Dean cut off Sam. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold up Sam. Is that…Fitzy?" Dean reopened the door and looked at the girl again. "Um her

names Annabelle, whos..Fitzy?" Dean rolled his eyes. "C'mon Sam don't you remember? I used to watch the two of you when Dad and Arty would go on hunts. I used to bug

the hell out of her!" Sam looked at Dean like he was crazy. "Wait why do you call her Fitzy?" Dean smacked his brother in the back of the head. "Duh Sam, her last name is

Fitzgerald, I used to call her that and she would get oh so angry with me. Watch, I'll show you. Dean walked into the room and sat on the side of the bed. "Oh Fitzy dear, wakey

wakey eggs and bakey!" Dean said reaching down to tickle her. When all of a sudden Annabelle's hand reached out to grab Dean's wrist. She then opened her eyes to find

Dean giving her his old cocky smile. "Morning sunshine." Annabelle gave him a bear hug. "Dean!" Dean gave an oomph. "Morning Annabelle." Said Sam as he walked out of the

bathroom fully dressed. "Morning Sam." She said with a smile and a wave. Dean looked at the both of them and then shook their heads laughing. "Um do you think you guys

could take me back to my motel to get my clothes and my computer?" Annabelle asked rubbing her neck nervously. "I think we could handle that." Said Dean smiling. "Alright,

well its only about fifteen minutes away." Dean opened the door, "Well then, lets get a move on."

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After a long quiet fifteen minutes, they arrived at Annabelle's motel. "I'll be right back." Sam and Dean both smiled as she made her way for the door. When she was finally out

of sight, Dean thought he should tease Sam. "Dude somebody has a crush." He said grinning at Sam "Shut up Dean, that girl has been through a lot and the last thing she needs is

someone screwing her life up even more.' Dean looked confused, "Uh what are you talking about?" Sam looked back over at Annabelle's motel room to find her walking back

to the Impala. "I'll tell you about it later alright?" Dean nodded. "Thanks guys" said Annabelle as she got into the car. "You wouldn't happen to be on a hunt would you?" Dean

looked in the rearview mirror, "No, why?" He asked curiously. "Well, um last night I went after a vengeful spirit and well. I didn't get it. I have all the info on my laptop if you

want to see it." Sam nodded his head. "That would be gr.." Annabelle cut Sam off. "Shit! I forgot about my baby!" she said under her breath. Dean looked at her with his

eyebrow raised. "You look a little young for a kid." Annabelle rolled her eyes, "No asshole! My car! Please can we get it." Dean made a sigh of relief. "Sure Fitzy. You scared

me there for a minute. Annabelle was nervous, she only spoke when they needed directions for her cars location. That car was all she had left. It was a present from Jared. He

saved up his money and fixed it up for her sixteenth birthday. When they found the crash site Annabelle made another sigh of relief. She jumped out of the moving Impala. She

ran over to her car and hugged it. "Oh I'm sorry baby I'l never leave you again!" Sam chuckled. "Dean, I think she loves her car more than you love the Impala." Dean looked at

his brother like he was about to punch him in the face. "Sam, that's kind of impossible."

A/N: Well that's the end of chapter four. Thanks for those two who reviewed. Annabelle's headaches might be explained in the next chapter..Or they'll get worse +) muahhh