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Days went on as they used to before everything came to a head with the Mark. Dean and Anna grew closer with each passing day, as did Becky and Sam.

Sam, who used to cringe whenever Becky entered the room, now made sure that she was well cared for, as every time a vision hit her, she would weaken, and was barely able to move.

"You don't have to watch over me, Sam." She remarked one day as he helped her sit down in a big leather chair in the library. "I'm not a child." She teased, with a light smile on her face.

Sam smiled, and laughed, breathlessly, as he moved towards the table with books strewn over the top. "I don't mind." He muttered, realizing that he actually meant it.

Becky smiled, and bowed her head. "Anna's out with Dean?" She asked, looking around.

Sam nodded, and pulled a book towards him. "Yeah, they went to get some supplies for the kitchen." He answered, focusing on the pages before him.

Becky nodded, and turned her head to take in the atmosphere around her. It was peaceful here, and yet full of knowledge. One could get lost in the knowledge in this place. She thought with a soft smile, before turning her head to Sam.

"What can I do?" She asked, after the silence began to grade on her nerves.

Sam sighed, and turned his head to gaze at her. "I haven't checked those books yet." He answered, absently.

Becky nodded, and stood up, carefully, knowing that she had to go as easy as she possibly could. She picked up a simple leather bound book, but dropped it when one with a small fleur-de-lieu on the corner of one book caught her eyes. "Lily," She whispered, picking it up, and then let out a small screech as she dropped it, and collapsed in the rushed arms of Sam Winchester.

Her eyes turned a pale white, as she focused ahead. "He must choose soon. He must choose between the Darkness and the one who bears the light." She gasped out, her voice becoming raspy and hoarse. "The love of his brother may not be enough, but love will win out." She whispered before collapsing fully in his arms.

Sam swallowed, and lifted his eyes to the book she had touched. Above the symbol were simple words engraved on the cover, words he had never seen before, nor even the book.

The Lily of Rouen

~XXX~

"Why Anna?" Dean asked, as they loaded up the groceries into the Impala.

She smiled, and handed him the last bag. "What do you mean?" She asked, though she knew what he meant.

He closed the trunk, and turned to face her. "I mean, your name is Joan, but you go by Anna, why?" He asked, searching her face for any give a ways.

She smiled, and turned to lean against the trunk of the car. "My full name is Joanna." She began, softly. "My mother always called me Anna when I was a little girl, while my father called me Joan." She added, with a soft smile faded with memory. "So, when I needed to go into hiding…" She trailed off, lowering her eyes and bowing her head.

"You started to go by Anna." He concluded, with a nod of his head.

She nodded, and sighed. "I'm not Joan anymore, Dean." She whispered, turning her head to look at him.

He smiled, faintly. "I can't see you as Joan." He agreed, quietly.

She laughed, and felt the wind blow her hair behind her. "That was a long time ago." She remarked, bowing her head. "I was a different person then." She added, with a dark tone.

His face darkened with hers, because he understood what she meant.

"I've lived over four hundred years, Dean, so I know how easily it is to fall back to the old ways, and give in to the darkness of who you used to be or will be." She remarked, with wisdom in her voice.

Dean bowed his head. "I've felt the pull more than once." He whispered, absently.

"How do you keep from falling?" She asked, watching his eyes become distant with memory.

He caught her eyes, and she saw his turmoil. "I focus on Sam, or at least I used to." He answered, after a moment.

"And now?" She asked, nearly choking on the words.

He sighed through his nose, and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Both," He answered, simply, letting her fill in the blanks.

She smiled, and leaned into his hand. "We better get back." She nearly choked out, as emotion began to ride through her soul.

He hummed, lowly, which sounded more like a growl, but refused to move away, instead, he moved closer, feeling the Mark burn in a good way, if there was a good way.

Anna felt her mark burn with his, and let her head lift up to meet his, as his head bowed a fraction, and in that instant their lips met, and the burn from the Marks welcomed them, and this time they didn't separate.

They let their mouths roam over each other, and Anna felt her body press closer to his, as if she wanted, needed, to get closer.

Her hands pushed through his short hair, and she felt his hands on her back, holding her to his body, never wanting to let go.

A whistle in the distance finally snapped them out of their daze, but instead of being embarrassed, they smiled, and with a laugh from both their lips, they embraced with Dean lifting her in his arms.

For the moment, they realized they were happy, Marks and all.

~XXX~

They were laughing as they entered the bunker later that afternoon, and for just a moment, it was a perfect day.

Their smiles faded as they realized Sam was standing with a grim face, as if he was waiting for them.

"Becky…" Anna whispered, starting to hand the bags to Sam, but he shook his head.

"She's fine. She had a small vision while you were gone, and it wiped her out. She's resting in her room." Sam responded, and that's when she noticed it.

Lowering her eyes, she realized what the book in his hands was. "Where…How…" She began in a stutter, her head shaking in disbelief.

Sam nodded. "I don't know. I've never seen this before, but Becky found it." He began, watching her eyes close as he spoke.

"The vision was about the Mark, wasn't it?" She asked, in a low tone, feeling Dean's eyes on her. She didn't have to open her eyes to feel Sam's answer.

"Yeah,"

She nodded, and slowly moved passed them, heading towards the kitchen. "I'm going to set these in the kitchen." She remarked, lowly, letting her voice become emotionless.

Dean watched her go, and sighed before turning to his brother. "What is that book?" He asked, motioning to the book in Sam's hand.

Sam shrugged, and lifted it to where Dean could read the letters. "I haven't opened it, but I think we need to know." He replied, firmly.

Dean nodded, and followed Anna into the kitchen, where he sat the bags on the counter, and turned to find her gripping the counter with both hands. He moved to stand beside her, and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed.

"Has he read it?" She asked, softly, her voice shaking slightly.

Dean shook his head. "No," He answered, gruffly.

She nodded, and sighed. "I don't care if he does." She whispered, before sniffing, letting him know that she had been crying.

"Anna," He muttered, reaching for her, but she backed away a fraction. "What's in it?" He asked, gently.

She closed her eyes, and bowed her head, letting her arms shake with mild emotion. "It's the story of how I became the bearer of the Mark, and the reason why God created it." She answered, softly, but her voice shook and cracked.

She sniffed, and rubbed her hand over her nose, before clearing her throat, and turned to face him. "Originally the bearer of the Mark of the Lily was supposed to subdue the Mark of Cain, but God realized that it was impossible, so He made it so the Lily would counteract the effects of the Mark." She explained, with a tender gaze into his eyes.

"Where the Mark of Cain makes the bearer darker, my Mark brings light back." She whispered, though her voice was strong and unwavering.

He swallowed, and searched her eyes. "Tell me it's not false hope, Anna, please," He strained to say the words, choking on emotion as his eyes softened in tears. "Please tell me you can help me." He added, feeling something wet slide down his cheek.

She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, and lifted her hand to touch his face. "If you wish it," She whispered, her tone carrying her hopes and his.

He nodded. "God, yes," He muttered, taking her in his arms, holding her close.

Standing outside the door, Sam smiled, as he lifted the book in his hands, while he leaned against the wall.

Opening the pages of the book, his smile faded. Resting on the last page was a picture of something he remembered from his history books as a boy, but this one was different.

Standing on a pyre of fire, was a woman with her hands tied behind her back. Resting on her shoulder was the Mark of the Lily, and her eyes were lifted to the heavens. Standing behind her, with his head bowed was an Angel, who, Sam assumed, was Gabriel.

But it wasn't the Angel, or the woman who caught Sam's eyes. To the right of the picture with his arm visible underneath a cloak was a man, bearing the Mark of Cain and the man looked just like his brother: Dean.

~XXX~

"And what can I do for you, my lord?" Rowena remarked, bowing low, with a smirk on her face.

Crowley frowned, and turned his head to glance her way before dismissing the man with paperwork. "Mother, I need some information." He answered, turning to the woman he called mother.

Rowena smiled, and bowed her head. "Anything you wish, my son." She remarked in her thick accent.

He scoffed, before turning to pick up some papers on his desk. "What do you know of Oracles?" He asked, absently.

Rowena's smile faltered and she lowered her eyes. "Nothing much, except they were the bane of our existence for hundreds of years, and impossible to kill, not that we haven't tried." She added in a low mutter.

He laughed through his nose, and hummed. "Why would they be a bane of your existence?" He asked, pretending to focus on the papers in front of him.

She turned her head, and frowned. "Oracles can foresee the future, which is a hindrance to those of us who wish to practice the dark arts." She remarked, with disdain in her voice. "Why do you want to know?" She asked, glancing around the room, hoping that one of those pesky women were not in there with her.

He hummed, and turned to face his mother. "Oh, no reason, it's just that two Oracles were seen with the Winchesters, and I was just curious." He answered, moving to walk past her.

He left her alone in the room, and in that moment, Rowena's eyes widened. "It couldn't be." She muttered under her breath.

"It couldn't."

~XXX~

"Okay, that is just not fair." Anna stated, as she placed her cards down on the table.

Dean smiled, and shook his head. "Never bet against a pro." He remarked, pulling the chips towards him.

Sam chuckled under his breath at the display, and shook his head. He hadn't joined in, mainly because he was more interested in the book in front of him, but the other reason was because he was nervous how to ask about the picture on the last page.

Becky had turned in an hour ago, and Sam knew he had to go check on her, for she had been drained too much today, and he was worried.

Closing the book, he stood up, and quietly slipped out the room, leaving Anna and Dean slamming their hands on the table, as they called out the other as cheating.

"Don't you dare!" She nearly shouted, tilting her head with a playful glare.

He smirked, and tilted his head with hers. "Really?" He asked, lifting his brows. He looked incredibly sexy in the red button down shirt he wore, and it made her mouth water just looking at him.

Oh, this is ridiculous. She thought, rolling her eyes. "Admit it, you cheated." She stated, ignoring the look he was giving her. Or at least she was trying to.

Dean hummed, and slowly shook his head, before he replied, "No, because I didn't." Of course, he wasn't really looking at the cards, or their hands, which somehow became intertwined on top of the cards.

He was busy looking at the way her face lit up at the playful gesture, and the way the blue tank looked against her skin. Her hair had been left down today, and he saw how it reached past her shoulders in soft waves, letting him know that it was part of her ancestry.

Swallowing, he slowly stood up, still holding her hands, and pulled her up in front of him. "Anna," He whispered, holding her eyes.

She swallowed, and nodded. "Dean," She returned, just as his lips crashed down on hers.

~XXX~

They barely made it into his room, before their clothes hit the floor, and Dean picked her up only to sit down on the edge of the bed with her straddling him with only their underwear separating them.

Their Marks burned lightly as their hands moved over each other's skin, in a fluid motion, he flipped her over until he was on top, and soon their underwear joined the rest of their clothes.

He touched her in soft, loving ways, which made her arch against his touch, and moan his name in a way that made him, growl, lowly.

Their lips connected again, and as her legs wrapped around his waist, he entered her, smoothly, effortlessly, as if they were made for each other like no other.

The bed rocked beneath them, and her hands clutched his shoulders, with her nails biting into his skin, not that he cared. The pain was beautiful, and so was she.

He watched her face become flush with passion as her skin reddened and sweat appeared on her skin.

He felt the same happening to him, and he didn't care. "Anna," He groaned, thrusting deep inside.

She smiled, and pulled his head down, capturing his lips with hers. "I love you." She whispered, and in that moment, they both came.


Please be kind!

Okay, I know this chapter went a little past T, but that's as far as it will go, unless you wish me to change it!

Also, Yes, Anna said the three words, but will Dean say them back? And will this effect the Marks and what the future holds? Follow the Story and find out!

Okay, I believe this story will end at Chapter 15 at the most, and next chapter, which is chapter 10, I will have a sneak peak into what the next story in this fandom is going to be! Would love your opinion on that one!

Until Next Time...