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FRILLY BED AND BREAKFAST

"Come on, we have time. Please?" Anna asked as Dean was finishing loading things into the car.

"Ugh. Fine, but just for an hour. Then we have to hit the road. Sam's got another job for us in Oklahoma," Dean compromised. Anna's face lit up in joy and she hugged him. Dean was taken aback by her act of affection, and watched as she turned to tell Sam that he'd said yes to the beach.

"Stop being such a party pooper," Dean heard Anna say as she and Sam approached the car.

"I'm not," Sam tried to defend.

"Let's walk down the road to a shop and get some swim suits. The beach isn't far away and then we can come back for the car," she said with hopeful eyes. After what Zachariah had put them through so far, Dean figured that Anna deserved an hour of fun. Hell, he and Sam deserved it too.

"Okay," Dean agreed and started to walk towards the shops. Anna limped to catch up to him, her bandage a long, thin, white strip up her leg that was thoroughly covered in tape. He had to give the woman credit; she was a truly optimistic person.


It was a short walk to one of the many shops on a strip that sold swim suits. Sam and Dean grabbed the first set of trunks they found and went to quickly change into them. Keeping their t-shirts on, they put their pants and underwear into the shopping bag. Just as Dean slipped his jeans into the yellow bag, Anna walked out of the dressing room. She was wearing a bright blue bikini with a cover up. The see-through white cover up left little imagination to the eyes and both Winchesters stared at her approaching form.

"Ready boys?" she asked.

"Yep," Dean muttered, looking her up and down. A small blush crept up her cheeks as they exited the shop. She was worried that she'd get stared at because of her ugly bandage on her leg, but once they arrived at the beach she didn't care anymore. She was too happy to care about what other people thought. Taking off her cover up she saw Dean's lingering stare at her body and that familiar blush returned once again. Sam plopped his butt in the sand and looked around at all the tourists. Anna wanted to go in the water, not sit on the beach. They rarely made it this far south where the water was so warm.

"Come swim with me," she said to both Winchesters.

"I'll pass," Sam said, leaning back in the sand.

"Pussy," Dean said, looking down at his younger brother. Removing his t-shirt, he looked at Anna and said, "I'll come."

"Can I go in with this bandage on?" she asked.

"You'll be fine, come on," Dean encouraged as the couple walked to the water.

"What if my stitches tear and a shark comes and eats me," she said, jokingly laughing.

"Get in the water!" Dean teased and lifted her up. Carrying her into the warm ocean water, he dropped her with a big splash. Once she surfaced she started laughing.

"Hey! Not fair!" she said between laughs and splashed him in return. Dean swam in a little deeper and never realized how nice it felt to truly relax. He and Sammy had only swum in the ocean once. It was a long time ago, when Dean was only twelve and Sammy was eight.

Their dad was on a hunt near Huntington Beach in California. Sam and Dean were stuck at the cheap motel alone for over a weak. John had barely left Dean enough money for food and they were running low. Sam was especially crabby because since they were in California he had begged John to go to the zoo in San Diego. Of course, their father said no and Sammy was pretty upset about it. As the two boys sat inside hungry and longing to be in the sun, Dean decided they needed to get out of the hotel room. Knowing his dad would kill them, he did it anyway. The boys snuck out of the hotel, remembering to make sure that it was locked and took off for the beach. There were enough people sitting in their lawn chairs and under umbrellas, Dean was sure that he could steal at least a few bucks for some food. It turned out that an old lady ended up buying the boys a burger to split and some ice cream. Dean would never forget that lady's kindness and he would always be thankful to her. Seeing that the sun was still out and they were fed, the boys went swimming. It was their first time in the ocean, and Sam couldn't get over how salty the water was.

They swam until the sun started going down, thoroughly spent. Before it was dark, they snuck back into their hotel room and cleaned up. They'd had so much fun at the beach, but their dad's unexpected return ruined said fun. The next morning they were back on the road. John never found out about the day at the beach.


"It's not so bad to relax every once in a while," Anna chided as she swam next to Dean. She could tell that she would need to re-bandage her leg but she didn't care.

"I know. And I am relaxing," Dean defended himself, watching her bob up and down. He couldn't help himself from staring at her full breasts bulging in the light blue bikini top. She cleared her throat, obviously catching him. "S-sorry," he muttered, slightly embarrassed as he looked back at the beach where Sam was sitting.

"Can I ask you a question?" she cocked her head to the side, looking at him.

"Sure," he replied, staring back at her chocolate eyes.

"You think that we'll be able to kill Zachariah?" Her question caught him off guard, and he stilled.

"I sure hope so. Bastard ruined our lives," he said. At his statement, he watched her face slightly fall. "Anna, I didn't mean about you and I together…just…him forcing…the prophecy…you know what I meant," he tried to explain.

"I know," she said with a sad smile. "I just want my own free will back, ya know? But if we do kill him…" he could see her getting more nervous by each word.

"I'd still like to stick around," she blurted out, having to tread water to stay next to him. Dean was able to stand on his feet at the depth they were at, but he could tell that she had to swim in order to stay near him due to short legs. At her words, his heart swelled. Giving her is signature smirk, he held out his arms.

"We will find a way to gank Zach. And I would love for you to stay. Three hunters are better than two, yeah?" he said as he watched her smile in relief. "Here," he said, grabbing her sides so she didn't have to keep treading water. Supporting her weight, he saw her smile up at him.

She felt his large hands holding onto her waist, and looked up into his eyes. He seemed happy at her decision to want to stick around even if they managed to kill the pushy angel. Nervously, she put her hands on his shoulders to give herself more support. His tanned skin was very soft in the warm ocean water, and she was enjoying the feeling. As her skin soaked up the sun, she and Dean talked of meaningless things and bobbed up and down in the calming water.


A little over an hour later, the three hunters were on their way towards Oklahoma. It was almost nine at night when they stopped at a country diner in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. The red checkered décor and twang of country music set a very southern atmosphere. Sam led them to a booth, and the three of them sat down. Anna slid in next to Dean, while Sam sat across from them.

"Dean, we need to find a motel soon. We've been driving for twelve hours," Sam said tiredly. There were visible bags under Sam's eyes, and Dean's were bloodshot. They were all barely functioning. A middle aged woman approached them with a welcoming smile.

"Hey y'all. I'm Tara and I'll be your server. Whatcha thirsty for?" she said, asking Anna first.

"I'll just have some water," Anna replied, giving the sweet woman a smile in return.

"Coke. And a shot of whiskey if you got any," Dean said. The woman smiled and wrote down his order.

"Honey this is Mississippi. We all got whiskey," she joked and got a smile out of Dean.

"Just water," Sam answered, pulling out a menu. The selection was pretty casual. Burgers, sandwiches, wraps, and easy food was available. Tara returned quickly with their drinks and got out her pen.

"You folks just passin' through?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"Uh, yeah. Trying to find a motel nearby for the night though. Any suggestions?" Sam asked.

"Sure. There's a nice place down highway thirty-two, it's called River's End. Clean place that's pretty reasonable too. It's a bed and breakfast actually. That's the closest place for the next fifty miles pretty much," Tara informed them.

"River's End it is," Dean decided. "I'll just take a BLT and fries," he said his order.

"I'll have the same," Anna chimed in.

"Just the sandwich for me," Sam added his order in too. Tara smiled and left to give their orders to the cook. "A bed and breakfast?" Sam questioned to the table.

"It's better than sleeping in the car," Anna said. Dean drained his whiskey and looked around the dimly lit diner. A man seated at the bar was giving Anna strange looks. The man looked to be in his forties, and had a grungy appearance. With a beat up hat and scruffy face, the man smiled in Anna's direction. She was completely distracted talking with Sam about previous hunts, but Dean noticed the leering look. Moving his left arm around the back of the booth, he lightly rested it on Anna's shoulders. The man soon looked away and Dean turned his attention back to his brother and Anna. When he put his arm around her shoulders, Anna looked up at Dean. He didn't make eye contact, so she let it go and continued her conversation with Sam.

"Triplets?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. They were pretty scary and ugly little bastards," Anna explained. "Weirdest ghost hunt I ever had," she finished. Once their sandwiches arrived, they ate in silence and soon left the diner. Dean gave the grungy man one last glare before they walked out the door.


Pulling up to the light yellow building, the three hunters looked up at the intricate decoration that had gone into the outside of the house. It had three stories and flowers surrounding the small porch. Frogs and crickets could be heard in the distance, and the muggy air was thick.

"This is the frilliest bed and breakfast I've ever seen," Dean announced. Grabbing their bags, they headed inside. An older man stood at the counter. He was dressed in a suit and had small glasses slid down his nose.

"Good evening, can I help you?" he asked in a raspy voice. The man gave them a big smile and had a southern accent.

"One room, two queens please," Dean recited.

"Sir, we only have single rooms," the old man explained.

"Okay…two rooms then," Dean said, irritated that they would have to pay for two rooms.

"Two rooms," the man said, writing something in his book. "Now, I can tell y'all ain't from around here, but down here we have certain rules," the man started. 'Oh God,' Dean thought. "There's two of you fellas, and one lady. Is she one of your wives?" the man inquired with a serious expression.

'What is this, the fifties?' Dean snapped in his mind. "Y-yeah. She's uh…mine," he stammered out, pulling Anna to his side awkwardly. She smiled up at the old man. A relieved smile crossed the man's features and he held out a book to Sam.

"Very good then. I'll just have you each sign in here, and I'll get y'all your keys." Sam took the pen and wrote 'Sam Winchester' in his neat handwriting. Passing the book to his older brother, Sam weakly smiled at the man. Dean took the pen and slowly wrote 'Dean and Anna Winchester' on the old paper. 'That looks weird,' Dean thought. Shaking his head he returned the book to the old man and accepted the keys.

Pulling Sam aside in the hallway that their rooms were located, Dean nodded at Sam's door. "Come find us if anything happens. Dude just seemed creepy," Dean said.

"Dean, it's just a different culture apparently," Sam tried to reason with him. "I'll come find you guys in the morning." Before going into his own room, Sam looked back with a smirk. "Good luck," he added before heading to bed.


Dean pushed open his and Anna's door and dropped the bags when he saw an angel sitting on their bed.

"What the-"

"Well hello to you too," Zachariah said in his seething voice.

"We're dead tired Zach. What do you want? We're playing along with your little prophecy, leave us alone," Dean said.

"Not entirely. It's almost been a week since you've been intimate Dean," Zach said in such a calm voice. Anna's form froze at the angel's words and she looked away.

"Glad to know you're continuing to spy on us," Dean said with sarcasm.

"If you do not continue to stay intimate with each other, I will have to remind you what the consequences are," Zachariah said.

"Listen, Zach. What's the big deal anyways?" Dean tried to stall.

"I cannot tell you. That's not for you to know. As long as you obey, no harm will come to your loved ones," he said.

"Wel-"

"Tonight Dean!" Zachariah interrupted him before disappearing.