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A/N: Sorry for the long wait! School and work have been hectic! But I'm done with school as of May 9th, so I am excited and I cannot wait to give you guys more chapters. Also banners for my stories will be up soon on my profile. Thanks for reading. This one is for all my readers! Enjoy.


Annabelle woke up next to Sam partially dressed. She was wearing a sports bra and boy shorts, both in different colors. Sam was next to her on his back his face facing her. She kissed his naked chest and he groaned. She looked over to Dean's bed and smirked. Her lips latched on to his nipple and she sucked on it lightly. Her nails raked over his other nipple. Sam eyes stood closed but a soft sigh escaped his lips. Annabelle smiled and began kissing his neck her hand still traveling down his chest.

"Isn't a little too early to try and rape me?" Sam said with his eyes still closed.

"I don't think so." Annabelle replied biting his neck. Sam swiftly laid her on her back and came over her. He planted his lips on hers, his hands travelled down to her waist. He pushed down her underwear and Annabelle was a little surprised. She could feel his morning wood against her leg and it turned her on. Oh gosh, she was dreaming again.

"Wait," she said and Sam looked down at her. "Am I dreaming?" Sam laughed and kissed her again. He parted her legs and his hand snuck between them. Annabelle gasped when he felt his fingers rubbing her.

"Oh God, please don't let this be a dream." Annabelle moaned. Sam rubbed her clit and sucked on her neck.

"Please Sam, don't keep doing this to me." Annabelle moaned as Sam slipped a finger inside her. Annabelle bucked her hips upwards and bit her lip. Sam looked into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her as he added a second finger. Annabelle moaned into his mouth and he swallowed them. Annabelle gripped his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. Sam pumped his hand faster, feeling her walls clench around his fingers.

"Sam!" Annabelle keened as her orgasm washed over her. Sam pumped his fingers a few more times before removing his fingers.

"You're so beautiful," he told her capturing her lips with his own. Annabelle smiled.

"Sam?" Annabelle called and he looked down at her. "Hold me." 'And never let go.' She added in her head. Sam leaned down and placed another kiss on her lips and laid down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. He held her tight and she kissed his chest. She breathed in his scent wanting to remember it forever.

"Sam…"

"Yes." Sam replied looking down at her.

"I think I…" They both heard the swipe of the card on the door pulled away a little. They closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep. Dean walked into the room holding a bag and a tray with 3 cups from Starbucks. Annabelle smiled and sniffed the air.

"You got coffee from Starbucks, what's the occasion?" she moaned with a smile stretching. She reached down and pulled up her underwear before removing the blankets from her body. Dean watched her and smirked. She was only wearing a green sports bra and pink boy shorts. Hey, he was a man after all. Annabelle grabbed her pillow and hit Sam in the face.

"Wake up, Dean got breakfast." Sam groaned and glared at her. Annabelle smiled and walked over and grabbed her caramel Frappuccino with extra caramel.

"I love you Dean." Annabelle said while licking the whipped cream from the straw. She smiled and went into the bag to grab food. She grabbed the two bagels and tossed one to Sam who easily grabbed it. Sam opened his bagel and cringed.

"This is yours," he said showing her the bacon. Annabelle grabbed it and gave him hers. They ate in silence while Sam looked through the newspaper.

"Possible case in Massachusetts…" Sam started grabbing his laptop. "Woman dies brushing her teeth."

"How is that supernatural?" Annabelle asked sipping her Frappuccino.

"All her teeth fell out…no sign of struggle, no idea why she die, no sign of murder or suicide."

"Okay, sounds a little more supernatural."

"Well we're about a half a day's drive away. We can leave by check out and make it in by this afternoon." Dean stated finishing his sandwich.

"Hey Sam can you take me shopping, I need some new shirts…" Sam looked at Dean who tossed him the keys. He was surprised. Annabelle grinned and grabbed her bag. Sam looked at Dean who smiled. Sam walked to the other side of the room to grab a shirt.

"Nice love scratches Sam, I didn't know you were getting laid." Dean said with a smirk walking to the bathroom. Sam's eyes widen as he tried to look at his back but couldn't. He didn't feel the stinging before but now he did. He decided to ignore the comment and put on his shirt. He walked out of the room and over to the car where Annabelle was waiting in the passenger seat. Sam got into the driver's seat and looked over at her as he started the car.

"Walmart?" Sam asked and Annabelle nodded sliding over to sit closer to him. She smirked and placed a hand on his upper thigh and gently massaged it as he pulled out of the motel parking lot.

"Annie, what are you doing?" Sam breathed as her hands reached his manhood; she rubbed him through his jeans. She felt him harden instantly and then began pulling down the zipper and kissing his neck as he drove. Annabelle managed to sneak her hand into his pants and massaged his cock through his boxers. Sam managed to keep driving although he wanted to toss back his head in bliss. Annabelle snuck her hand into his boxers and pulled him free from his constricting jeans. Sam groaned, he wanted to stop her but he just couldn't. He gripped the stirring wheel as she began pumping him.

"What are you doing?" he asked again.

"Returning the favor," she breathed pumping him harder. Pre-cum dripped onto her hand and she used it as lubricant. She flicked her thumb over his tip and continued pumping him.

"Uh, fuck." Sam groaned. Annabelle bit his collarbone, pumped faster and tried not to block his view of the road. They were on the highway and there weren't many cars around, but there was still light out. It was only 11 am; most people were probably at work. Annabelle sat back on her ankles still pumping him hard and fast. Annabelle watched him, as his breath increased and his lips were slightly parted. She wanted to wrap her lips around his length, she wanted to taste him, but she wouldn't push her luck, she would wait, plus getting pulled over for sucking a man's cock is not something she wanted in her records. Annabelle looked at him and smiled as he came hard on her hand. Annabelle grabbed a napkin and wiped of her hand off with a smirk.

Sam pulled off the highway and down the street to the Wal-Mart. He parked the car in the back of the parking lot and looked over at Annabelle. She leaned over and gave him a kiss and dropped a napkin on his lap before grabbing the door handle and getting out of the car with a smirk. Sam looked down and cleaned himself off before stuffing himself back in his jeans. He took a minute to compose himself before getting out of the car. He walked into Wal-Mart and saw Annabelle looking in the teen's section. He walked over to her, glancing around to see who else was in the store. Annabelle picked out 4 t-shirts, 2 button down shirts, 2 jeans, and a pair of shorts. Annabelle walked over to the underwear section, Sam followed. She began looking in the table of loose underwear's and picked up a bright pink thong.

"What do you think of this one?" Annabelle said holding it up. Sam blinked a couple of times.

"Not enough fabric," he replied. Annabelle shrugged and added it to the basket Sam was holding. This was embarrassing for him. He was holding her basket full of clothes and shopping. He was shopping with a girl! If this was Dean, well this would never be Dean. Sam didn't even shop for himself; well technically he did, but not really. He just grabbed shirts and jeans and brought them. He didn't actually look around the entire store and ask people for their opinion and try stuff on. Thank God he only went shopping like once a year. He followed Annabelle watching as she picked out cute colorful underwear's.

She picked out 4 more and then picked out a black bra. She also got another sports bra because she only had one left. The other ones fit too small, just like her bras. She grabbed another bra and held it to her chest. She was a 34A, but now she was a 36B. She wondered why her breast suddenly grew, but she didn't question it, she was still a teen and still growing. She grabbed the last of her things, stopping by the makeup isle to grab a new eyeliner and mascara before going to pay for everything. Sam got into the line and Annabelle stood next to him. She grabbed her wallet from her bag and pulled out two fifty dollar bills. She didn't want to lay anymore credit card tracks. Sam dumped the basket on to the counter and the clerk began ringing it up.

"$86.31," the clerk told her and Annabelle handed him the bills. The clerk looked at her and then Sam. She checked the bills before charging her. She gave Annabelle her change and the receipt. Annabelle and Sam grabbed the four bags and walked out.

"That was surprisingly quick for a girl." Sam said with a smirk as they reached the car. They only took about 25 minutes.

"Well I already knew what I was getting." They got into the car and drove back to the motel where Dean was waiting.

xXXx

When Sam and Annabelle got back, the trio packed their bags and left to Massachusetts. They made it to Massachusetts by 7pm and grabbed the first motel they saw. Annabelle was the first to get out the car. She glared at Dean who shrugged. She turned around and left to go to the office to get their room. Dean drove the straight 8 hours without stopping. She was hungry and had to pee for almost 4 hours now. Sam tried to help asking Dean to pull over but he wouldn't, he wanted to get there fast, and he also wanted to make her suffer a little. He just kept on driving and blasting his classic rock. Annabelle wanted to strangle him.

Annabelle walked into the office and right away noticed the guy behind the desk. He was really good looking no older than 25 but definitely older than her. She ran a hand through her hair and walked up to him. He looked up at her and smiled. He was really cute, dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes. He had dimples and a really nice smile. What was a cutie like him doing working at an old motel like this?

"Hi, how can I help you?" He asked politely with a smile which she returned.

"I need a room, two doubles." He nodded and began typing away.

"It's going to be 49.96 a night, can I have your credit card to put on file." Annabelle nodded and searched her purse for her credit card. She looked at the name before handing it to him.

"Can I see some ID," he asked holding the credit card. She searched her bag and finally found her ID matching her credit card. It stated that she was 22 years old and her name was Anna Lewinsky. Would he believe that? She handed him the card and he looked for the matching names then looked at her.

"This is a really pretty picture of you," he glanced back at the card before handing it to her. "There's no way you're 22, you don't look a day over 18." He smiled and then swiped her credit card.

"Thank you." Annabelle replied blushing a little. He continued to type in her information glancing at her once in a while.

"So what brings you to Massachusetts?" he asked handing her back her card.

"I'm on a road trip with my brother's. We have some family here so we decided to stop by before heading down to New York."

"Where are you heading to?"

"Nowhere special, after here probably New York, then DC, Virginia…where ever the wind takes us I guess," she blabbed not meaning to. He chuckled and reached down to grab a small yellow envelope. He pulled out some motel cards and scanned them in to the computer then handed them to her.

"If you're going to be here, maybe you'll let me take you out tonight or tomorrow? There's a diner that has great burger place a couple of miles down the road, I'm sure my dad would let me off early." Of course he was the owners or managers son. Annabelle blushed deeper. She never had a guy actually ask her out. She nodded.

"That'll be nice. I'm Anna by the way…even though you probably already knew that."

"William," he spoke extending his hand. Annabelle accepted his hand with a smile. The bell rang and Annabelle looked to see Sam walking in. He didn't look too pleased, almost jealous.

"What's taking you so long?" Sam questioned.

"Nothing. Meet you back here in an hour." He nodded with a smile and Annabelle grabbed the set of room cards and walked out with Sam behind her.

"What was that about?" Sam asked as soon as the door closed behind him.

"What are you talking about?"

"You are not going out with that guy." Sam stated simply as they walked back to the car. They reached the car and Annabelle pulled out her bags.

"You're not my father, you're not even my boyfriend," she explained calmly and walked off. Sam sighed and grabbed his bags. Once inside the room, Annabelle headed straight to the bathroom to relieve herself then shower. After her shower she looked through her bags for an outfit to wear. She decided on something casual and picked out some dark jeans and a stripped red and white shirt that hung slightly off one shoulder. She had her hunting clothes and she also had her cute clothes, this shirt was part of her cute clothes. She grabbed her clothes and makeup bag and walked back into the bathroom. After getting dressed, Annabelle began to apply her eyeliner then mascara. She applied a bit of bronzer and finally some lip gloss. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her socks and boots. Sam and Dean watched her.

"Where are you going?"

"Out," she replied pulling on her boots. She grabbed her purse and stuffed it in her small bag along with her small pistol. She hid her blade in one of her boots and fixed her jeans. She walked back to the bathroom and began fixing her hair; she decided to pull it back in to a pony tail with a small hump on the front. She walked back out of the bathroom, grabbed her bag and was ready to head out the room when Sam stopped her. She looked up at him and then slightly pushed him out of the way to leave the room. He didn't try to stop her. Annabelle walked towards the office, glancing back a couple of times to make sure Sam or Dean wasn't following her. She found William behind the register dressed in the same T-shirt and jeans as before. William glanced up when the doorbell rang. He smiled when their eyes locked. Annabelle blushed a little and walked towards him.

"You ready?" she asked and he nodded. He walked into the back office and then walked with another older man. He smiled at her and she instantly knew he was his father. They had the same smile.

"Hello," he spoke with a smile.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Annabelle stated shaking his hand.

"You two have a good night." William's father spoke. William and Annabelle began walking toward the door. William pulled out his car keys and led her to his car. William drove down the road; the place was exactly 15 minutes away, about 3 miles from the motel. The place looked like a hang out spot for teenagers and college students.

"This isn't a diner."

"No, it's a hangout spot for the college nearby. They do have the best burgers in town."

"We in that case, I can definitely go for a burger." William took her hand and lead her towards the bar. There were people dancing, some playing pool, some drinking at the bar, some making out in the corners. This was definitely a place Dean would love to be at, college girls all over in skimpy clothing; Dean would have a heart attack.

"I never though Massachusetts would have a place like this."

"Well there's a college close by…"

"Do you go to the college?" He nodded as they sat down at a table in the far corner next to the restrooms.

"What are you majoring in?"

"Engineering." They smiled at each other again. There was something about this kid that made her nervous. The waitress walked over and held her pad, waiting for the couple to order.

"Well take two of the house burger and two beers." William ordered looking at Annabelle for approval.

"Can I see some ID?" the waitress asked and they both showed her their ID. She nodded and walked off.

"So how old are you?" Annabelle questioned.

"21," he smirked and they continued to talk about random things. The waitress returned with their beers and they began drinking them. William slid from his side of the booth to sit next to her. Annabelle began getting more nervous, but at the same she felt comfortable around him. An hour passed by, they finished their burgers and were just talking and drinking their beer.

"That's the worst movie ever!" Annabelle gushed.

"No it wasn't." William said drinking the last of his beer. He waved for the waitress to bring two more.

"What exactly was the point of the movie?"

"Uh…it was to inform us of district 9…and…"

"No! It sucked!" They laughed as the waitress brought over another beer.

"Dean would love this place."

"Dean?"

"My brother." Annabelle smiled and sipped her beer. This was a slice of the apple pie life, too bad she'd never be able to actually live that life. Never be able to go to college or go on dates.

"Anna?"

"Yeah," she replied looking over to him. He gazed into her eyes and leaned forward.

"You okay…" he asked moving in closer. She nodded and leaned forward as well. Their lips were inches away from each other and before she knew it, his hand was buried in her hair, his lips on hers. They pulled away after a couple of minutes with a smile. His hand traveled from behind her neck and down her cheek. His thumb wiped over her bottom lip.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

"Thank you." Now on her fourth beer, and an hour later, Annabelle was beginning to feel the alcohol. William smiled and looked up at the waitress and gave her smirk and she nodded.

"One last beer?" William asked.

"Sure, it's getting pretty late," she explained glancing at her phone. She had 8 missed calls and figured they were from Sam. She flipped open her phone and saw that 5 were from Sam and the other 3 from Dean. She had 3 text messages, 2 from Sam and one from Dean. She shook her head and deleted them without reading them.

"Brother's worrying?"

"When don't they, I just feel like turning off my phone."

"Well you should, but then that might worry them." She shrugged.

"I have to go to the ladies room, excuse me," she said politely waiting for William to get up. She slid over then got up. Annabelle walked to the bathroom and flipped open her phone. She proceeded to text Sam.

"I should be back soon, stop calling, I'm fine, see you in an hour," she wrote then texted it to Sam. She flipped closed her phone and sighed into the mirror in front of her. She fixed her hair and couldn't help but think of Sam. She wasn't angry at him, especially after what he did to her. But she just wanted to make him jealous, wanted him to see that she wasn't going to be there forever. She applied some lip gloss and was on her way. She walked back to the booth where William was waiting with the beers. She sat down next to him and smiled. They drank their last beer and continued talking.

"How about a dance?" William asked. Annabelle nodded and William took her hand and led her to the dance floor. William grabbed her hips as she began dancing on him moving in ways she'd never thought she'd move. He smiled pulling her closer and moving with her. The song ended and Annabelle smiled turning around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled as he kissed her again. If only she could live this life. William took her hand again and led her out of the place. Suddenly Annabelle started to feel a bit drowsy. She yawned and continued to walk. William smirked and continued to walk towards the car.

"Will, I feel…" she didn't get to finished. She fell into his arms, breathing softly. William caught her his eyes flashing black as he picked her up and set her in his car. He got in to the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking lot with a smile.