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Chapter Six

"Mornin' sunshine." Anna rubbed her eyes, blinking the sleep away. She was still tired. "How'd you sleep?" she sat up, her mind still a little slow, and looked at Dean. His smile brought a grin to her lips.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. He looked much better. It was about time, too.

"Bored." Dean answered, and she grinned, getting up from her bed. "When are you springing me out of here anyway?" he asked as she walked to the bathroom. "Hey, you okay?" Dean asked as she got out. She was still pale, and dark circles were starting to form under her eyes. She smiled at him.

"You ate something?" she asked instead. He hated it that she didn't answer his questions. He was fairly certain he could remember much more if anyone bothered to answer his questions.

"Yeah. There's some left over, if you want." He said, getting slowly to his feet. He could move around quite freely now, as long as he did it slow enough. Anna slumped back down on her bed, running her hands through her hair. Her time was running out. More were coming. More people around her became possessed. It was getting closer. Keeping herself alive and safe was a full time job on the best of days, but with Dean here, she might as well have sent out invitations. If he didn't remember soon, it wouldn't matter anymore. She couldn't keep him there. It wasn't safe anymore, and he seemed to be doing well enough. Dean sat down next to her, hooking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey, Anna, you don't look so good." He observed. She grinned.

"Thanks. That's exactly what every girl wants to hear." She said.

"You know what I meant." Dean said quickly, and she smiled at him. She liked that he was worried about her. It helped to keep her hopes up. She knew it was probably because she was practically the only person he got to see, the only person he interacted with, but still, she had to cling to something.

"I'm fine." She lied, a tired smile on her face. "Did you remember anything else?" she asked, and he nodded, pulling her closer. For a moment, hope ignited in her.

"I remember Sammy. I think… we were on a road trip or something. With our dad." His voice trailed off. Anna nodded slightly, pushing herself up. He never asked her to call his family again, and she didn't bring it up. It was dangerous enough without doing anything stupid. Just because Missouri had assured her they were good people didn't mean she trusted them. She will never trust them, never trust his father. Even after all this time, she still remembered. She still resented him, still blamed him for what happened. Dean watched her as she left the room, only to come back a few minutes later carrying a small package. She tossed it his way and he raised a brow. "Go ahead." She said, slumping back down on the bed. She laid back, staring at the ceiling as Dean opened the package, pulling the clothes out. He looked questioningly at her. "Well, you have to wear something, don't you? Something other than these sweats. You know, something a little more presentable." She said, closing her eyes and putting a hand to her temple, feeling the beginning of a headache.

"Why? Who are you going to present me to?" he asked, but still took his sweatshirt off, pulling the T-shirt she brought him on, and then pulling a second shirt, a longer one, over the T-shirt. Anna didn't answer him. He didn't really expect her to. She let out a small sigh and got up. "These are the clothes they brought me in with?" Dean asked, examining the jacket and the jeans as Anna reached for the door. She turned to look at him.

"You weren't really wearing much of anything when they brought you here. They had to cut them off in the emergency room." She said, not a sliver of a smile on her lips. Dean stared at her, but she just opened the door and left him to get dressed.

Anna returned half an hour later. Dean couldn't remember her ever leaving his side for that long. It was strange, he actually missed her. He blamed that on the fact that he didn't see anyone else and that he was bored. She changed her clothes, too, wearing a fresh pair of low-cut jeans, and a tight shirt with a sweatshirt on top. She wasn't smiling when she came in. In fact, it looked like she'd been crying.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked tentatively, but she didn't answer. She reached out both her hands in front of her, in two fists.

"Choose." She said, looking at him. Dean raised a brow. He started asking her what this was all about but she just repeated herself, a little impatiently this time. Dean stared at her for a moment, and then tapped on her left hand, choosing it. She opened her hand, palm up, to show him that it was empty. "You lose." she said, "You're riding shotgun." She added showing him the keys in her other hand.

"We're driving somewhere?" Dean asked.

"You're afraid to fly, aren't you?" he was surprised at the edge in her voice, the underlined irritation. He touched her cheek, but she recoiled from his touch.

"Anna, what's wrong?" Dean asked her again, but she turned her back to him.

"Well, are you coming?" she asked, opening the door again.

"No." Dean said slowly, frowning. She turned to look at him. "Where are we going?" Dean demanded.

"I'm taking you home." Anna said, looking at him, and then quickly looking away.

"And where's that?" Dean still didn't move. She sighed exasperatedly.

"I don't care. Wherever your family is. We'll know more when we're on the way." She snapped. It was strange, the way she was acting. He didn't like it. There was something wrong, something she wasn't telling him. Not that she was telling him anything anyway, but this was different. This felt wrong. He wasn't supposed to leave, not yet, he was pretty sure of that. He wanted to see his family again, sure, but Dean just couldn't get rid of the feeling that something wasn't right. It wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"On our way where, Anna?" Dean demanded.

"Dean, I'm done playing." She glanced at him. "I don't have time for that. You can come with me, or I can get you a plane ticket. Your choice." She said. She didn't wait for him to answer before she walked out.

Dean hesitated a second before he started following her more slowly. It was the first time he had stepped out of the room. He wasn't sure why. It wasn't locked, but for some reason, it felt safe to be there, with Anna. He was surprised to see he wasn't in a hospital. It looked like a regular apartment in a regular apartment house. Anna didn't use the elevator, so Dean followed her down the stairs, leaning heavily against the rail. The spiraling staircase made him dizzy.

"Anna, please, just wait a minute, will you?" he breathed, wiping the sweat from his brow. She looked up at him, and for a moment, the concern was back in her eyes. She climbed back up to where he slumped down on one of the steps.

"You okay?" she asked, eying him carefully.

"No." Dean grunted. "Why are you mad at me?" he demanded.

"I'm not mad at you." Anna said simply.

"Yes, you are." Dean said, trying to catch her eyes, but she looked away. "Is it because I can't remember you?" he asked.

"Look, we're wasting time. I need to get you back to your family." She said.

"Why?" Dean demanded. "Why not just call them to pick me up here, or get someone else to take me, or hell, even get me a cab?" but Anna wouldn't even look at him, much less answer his question. "What did I do, Anna?" Dean asked in a small voice. She let out a sigh, looking at him.

"It doesn't matter." She said simply. "We're in a hurry."

"Why?" Dean demanded, looking at her pleadingly. "Anna, please…"

"Because I have other things to do!" she snapped. "What'd you think, that I don't have a life?" Dean frowned, hurt, and bit his lip, lowering his eyes. "Come on. We have to get going. I need to be somewhere and I need to get you to your family before I get there." She said and started back down the stairs. Dean followed her slowly. The air became denser as they got to the underground parking lot. Anna scoured it with her eyes, heading for a red car three rows to their left. She opened the passenger door for him and waited until he slumped inside before turning to the driver side and getting in. The engine came to life with the switch of the key and the car left skid marks as it leaped out of the parking lot and out onto the street. Dean cursed, bracing himself and putting his seatbelt on.

"Watch it, will you?" he said, "And slow down, I just had a car accident, I'm not really looking forward to another one." He grunted. But Anna just turned the radio on and sped up, completely ignoring a stop sign.

TBC