I have been yelled at by my cassie/dean friends. Get over it. There's a bigger picture.

Annie slid to the floor trying not to cry. She was a fool. She was trying too hard to be tough and had majorly fucked up.

She knew he wanted Cassie. Everyone wanted Cassie.

Cassie was sweet, kind, and understanding…whatever.

Dean wanted her. For a few minutes he wanted Annie not Cassie. She felt it.

"What's wrong with me?" She cried. God why couldn't she stop herself? Why did she always fuck everything up?

She tried to calm herself.

She fingered the charm around her neck and thought of her grandmother Adie. She could hear her whispering. "Everything will be better in the morning."

"Everything will be alright in the morning." Annie stood up an hour later and cleaned herself before climbing into her bed again. Within minutes she had fallen asleep as tears ran down her face.

Dean came back a few hours later with a dozen roses in his hand. He didn't know what else to do. He had been an ass. He had used her and he knew it. He couldn't even lie and say he was drunk. Most of the Jack had worn off by then. She was a kid. Damn it! He knew better.

If he had bothered to look at her he would have seen that she blushed at the mention of anything sexual. Hell, he had missed all the signs because he wanted her to be evil. He didn't want her to be like Cassie.

There wasn't much he could do about tonight. He removed his clothes once again and crawled into bed with her.

Dean laid the bouquet near her face and wrapped his body around hers before he fell into an exhausted sleep.

When he woke the next morning she was still asleep in his arms.

She had turned into his body, rested her head on his chest.

She looked young and peaceful.

Her naked flesh felt so incredible pressed against his.

Dean felt the guilt creep up on him.

"Why did you come back?" She muttered.

"I'm not the kind to hit it and quit it." She rolled her eyes. "I want this to be special…for you and me."

"I'm not Cassie."

"No, you're not, but you were right. I was waiting to be worthy of Cassie. She was too perfect. I need someone as fucked up as I am. You willing to try?"

"Ohhh, say it again. I feel so warm and fuzzy inside." He could feel her smile.

"You know what I mean."

"Why in a few weeks you'll be moving on." and I'll be alone.

"We had sex last night. How many condoms did we use?" She closed her eyes. "Are you on the pill?"

She shook her head. "I keep fucking up."

Dean sighed when the phone rang.

"Yeah?" He sat up in the bed and grabbed a pen. "Alright we'll be there tomorrow."

"Where?" She asked as she tried to ease into her clothes.

"You alright?" He asked noticing how slow she was moving.

"I slept wrong."

"Annie, it's normal, if you're hurting we can stay a while longer."

"I'm good."

"God." He pushed her on to the bed and snatched her jeans from her hands. "We are not off to a very good start."

"Don't baby me." She watched Dean flip open the phone.

"Sam? Yeah, Annie's sick. We're going to be a few days behind you and Bobby. Yeah right." He nodded then closed it again. "I'm going to the store. Stay in bed."

"Fine." She threw him an uncertain smile.

Dean was gone just over an hour. When he came back he had bath salts and supplies. He was happy to see she had fallen back to sleep.

She held the roses to her chest.

He really missed Cassie, but Annie was right he could never be good enough for her.

Annie. Annie was easy. She was a younger version of him. Stubborn, intelligent, sexy, and she needed him. Cassie never needed him. Not that Annie was lost. She was beautiful and…she was beautiful?

Wasn't she?

Dean went to the bed and stared down at her form.

Her long legs, straight dark hair, thick lips, hazel eyes or maybe they were brown? Dean turned his back and tried to describe her. He couldn't.

He grabbed his phone and called Sam.

"Yeah?" Dean smiled he had woken him from his sleep.

"Describe Annie."

"What? Dean did you lose her?" Sam sat up in the bed.

"No, describe her."

"She's…She has…" He rubbed his forehead. "I can't."

"Ask Bobby." Sam shook their friend awake.

"Bobby, do you remember what Annie looks like?" Bobby sat up on the bed.

"No."

"Protection spell?" Sam guessed.

"Happens every time." She turned to look at him. "I'm forgettable. People turn their back on me and they're surprised when they turn around and I'm there."

Dean sat on the bed next to her and took her hand.

"What color are my eyes?"

"Brown."

"Turn your back." He did. "What color are they?"

"Br…Hazel?" Dean lowered his head. It must have been difficult for her. "I think it's a protection spell. To keep you safe. Once we figure this out it'll be different."

"Are you sure?" She hoped.

"Dean?" Sam called through the phone.

"Yeah." His voice was weighted.

"Bobby said only a few people could have conjured a spell that powerful."

"It would hide her from demons. It's the perfect protection." Bobby yelled in the back ground.

"Tell her that." Dean closed the phone again. He turned back to her again. "Well every time I look at you I get the best surprise I've had in a long time."

"Cassie was right about you. You know what to same to make a girl feel great." She blushed when he crawled onto bed next to her.

"Yeah, how are you feeling?"

"Sore." He smiled. "It's not funny."

"Well you'll learn that there is a good kind of sore and a bad kind of sore." He kissed her slowly. "When you feel better I'll show you the good kind of sore…again."

"Yeah, alright." She blushed.

"I got you this." He grabbed a large bag from the floor. "I thought since I bruised you up I could at least get you something that won't rub."

She pulled a red sun dress from the bag.

"I never wear dresses."

"Why not? You've got the figure for it." He looked at her unsure.

"No one would notice any way." She fingered the embroidered fabric.

"I would." He whispered.

"Alright turn your back."

"What?"

"I want it to be a surprise." He laughed but turned his back.

"Ready." He turned around and smiled. Long dark brown hair, milk chocolate skin, dark brown eyes and the longest legs he had ever seen.

"couldn't I ever forget a smile like that." He muttered as he took her face in his hands. "You are the best surprise I've had in a long time."

Four days later

"My mom forgot me on the gray hound once. I ended up in Galveston." She ate a small piece of his pie.

"Hey, I asked you if you wanted some." He smacked at her hand.

"A man and his pie." Annie snagged his fork. He looked good slouching in the corner of their booth, relaxed, confident and sexy as hell.

She knew their waitress agreed with her. Charity gave him that look every time she came over to the table. Dean was too busy staring at Annie to care what the waitress was doing. "If you don't look directly at me I think you can remember me."

He closed his eyes.

"Brown hair, brown eyes, 5 feet 11 inches, more muscles than a girl should have, and the cutest little mole on your right shoulder." Her mouth fell open.

"How did you do that?"

"I don't know. I woke up yesterday and took a shower. I could see you. In here." He tapped his head. "When I came out you were just like I had pictured you."

"So you remember me?"

"Unfortunately." She rolled her eyes and took his pie.

"My God, is Dean Winchester voluntarily sharing his food?" Sam and Bobby stood over them.

"He tried to bite my hand off earlier." Annie took a bite.

Sam slid into the booth next to Dean and Bobby sat next to Annie. "So what did you find out?"

"Nothing. I think the answers are with you Annie." Bobby's voice was soft. "I think there's something hiding inside of you. Something big and it's trying to get out."

"What? How?" Dean sat up straight and took her hand. Bobby looked at him before he exchanged a look with Sam.

"Some cultures believe that the only way to exercise an entity from the body in to give birth to it."

"What?" She was stunned. "I'm not pregnant."

"But you've been gaining weight that's why you workout so much. You have strange cravings and sometimes morning sickness. You haven't had a period in months. It's trying to get out you just have to let it." Bobby looked over at Dean.

"How does she do that?" He looked at her. Dean grew agitated every time they spoke about this thing squatting inside of her.

"I don't know."

"Well what do you know Bobby?" He yelled. The restaurant grew quiet.

"Dean? I'm tired. Can we go back to the room?" She squeezed his hand. "We got a room for you next to ours."

"Let's go." He tossed a handful of money on the table.

Sam followed them to their room while Bobby ordered dinner.

"I need a bath." Annie left them alone.

"Dean we need to work this out." He said quietly.

"How?" Dean tossed up his hands. "What if this thing kills her on its way out? What if she forgets me? I won't lose her. I lost Cassie. I lost mom and dad. I deserve someone."

"Dean I don't want to be insensitive but you've known her for a week."

"I know everything there is to know about her. She loves any pie with chocolate, butterscotch and peanut butter. When she's sad she loves to swing…not the sex kind. Park swings with trees all around her. She's never been really happy until she met me and that's not just my ego talking. She cries at commercials with puppies, any puppy commercials not just the toilet paper ones. Her favorite color is red; she loves peanut butter on her pancakes with blueberry syrup and blueberry muffins. Her favorite poet is Edger Allen Poe. She had her first kiss when she was ten. She'll listen to any type of music that doesn't involve an accordion. Sam, she knows all the words to Rambling On and Traveling Riverside Blues."

"You're in love with her." He said astonished. Sam wasn't sure Dean knew his middle name, yet he knew everything about this girl.

"Yeah, thank you Captain obvious."

"Dean, if it stays inside her she will die."

"Then you need to find a way to get it out WITHOUT IT KILLING HER."

"Maybe this is why it stays. My grandmother gave this to me when I was twelve." She held up a small pendent in her hand. "It was the only thing you didn't remember about me."

She put the sea shell necklace in his hand.

"A shell?" Dean looked it over.

"Vulva amulet." Dean flipped it over. "It was molded the day after I was born. When I was pure."

"But weren't you pure when…" She looked at Sam who flinched. "Alright."

"Pure as in before whatever is in her was there." Sam pointed at her stomach.

"So what now?"

"We do some research." He sat at the table with the lap top.

"So you need anything?" Her silent stare told him what she needed. "Sam, leave."

"What?" Sam looked up confused.

"Get out." He was so calm it frightened Sam.

"I'll get this to Bobby." He took the charm and left.

"I'm scared." She whispered when he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm not letting you go." She closed her eyes. She knew she was safe in his arms.

"I'm tired."

"Let's get some sleep." He led her to the bed and took his place next to her.

"Ever been through something like this before?"

"No, but I'll keep you safe." He hoped. "Hell, we took on Heaven and Hell and won. This is a piece of cake. Go to sleep."

"Stop ordering me around."

"Go to sleep." He smiled into her hair.

"How's she doing?" Bobby sat at the table eating.

"Better than Dean. He's too close." Sam sat down.

"Did you think that maybe this was what Castiel was talking about? Dean's reward."

"A girl? Who gives a girl as a reward?"

"Someone just like Dean, with powers?" Bobby asked. "He's feeling something for the first time since you came back, since he went to hell; something other than anger."

"What happens if he loses her?"

"We just need to make sure he doesn't."

Things are looking better for Dean.