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(there is a sneak peak at the end! Let me know what you think!)

She awoke the next morning, finding her head resting on a bare chest, and a hand caressing her bare waist. She smiled as the night before flashed through her mind. It was a glorious night, and the feeling of someone holding her all night long made her feel wanted.

"I love you."

Her smile froze, and she tried her best not to tense beside him. She hadn't meant to tell him that she loved him. Of course, she did love him, but to tell him that was…

She closed her eyes, and grimaced. Surely, he wouldn't pity her now because of the words she had used.

"You know, you think too much for a morning person."

She opened her eyes, and tilted her head up, to gaze at his face, which his eyes were closed for brief moment, and then finally opened. "What?" She asked, blinking, as his eyes focused on hers.

"I said, you think too much." He repeated, shifting so they could better view each other, but to where she was still in his arms.

She smiled, and shook her head against the pillow. "Surely, you can't read my mind." She stated, firmly.

He shook his head, and smiled, lifting his left hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. "No, but I felt you tense up when you woke up. That's a tell that you were thinking too much." He remarked, with his voice low and gruff.

She hummed a laugh, and lowered her eyes. "Curse of being me, I suppose." She replied, tracing the tattoo on his left shoulder.

He watched as her eyes furrowed, and his fingers cupped the bottom of her chin. "What's wrong?"

Her eyes lifted to his and he saw the despair in the depths. "Your tattoo," She answered, lowly.

"It keeps me from getting possessed, although, it didn't work on the Mark." He stated, shaking his head.

"No, because the Mark counteracts the tattoo." She explained, with a sigh. "I'm just surprised you have it." She added, with a soft smile.

He smiled, and shrugged his shoulders. "Sam and I needed protection. In the business we're in, we needed insurance." He explained, watching her nod her head in understanding.

"Good thinking," She remarked, tracing the tattoo on his shoulder. Her eyes lifted to his, and she saw them darken with hunger, and she smiled. "You are insatiable, aren't you?" She asked, lifting her brows.

He hummed, and shifted to where he was laying on top of her, and she laughed at the movement. "Blame yourself, Oracle." He remarked, before capturing her laughing lips.

He pulled back, and gazed into her eyes. "Anna," He began, nearly choking on the words.

She saw the emotion in his eyes, and nodded. "I know." She whispered, and opened herself to him.

Dean nodded, and lowered his head to hers, as they continued to the dance they began the night before.

At least one knowing that the happy, peaceful moment was about to come to an end.

~XXX~

Becky crinkled her nose as she lifted her spoon filled with the soup Sam had prepared for her. "This is not chicken soup." She remarked, lifting her eyes to his.

Sam tilted his head to the side, and shook it. "Just eat it, Becky." He stated, putting some in his bowl, and sitting down at the table.

She shook her head and opened her mouth to place try it, and frowned when some of the liquid entered, and nearly made her puke at the taste. "Oh," She stood up, and rushed to the sink, spitting it out, and slowly turned to look at Sam, who was examining his own concoction. "Cooking is not your forte, is it?" She asked, leaning against the counter.

He shrugged, and frowned. "Dean's better at it than me." He remarked, placing the spoon in the bowl, and pushed it away.

She shook her head. "Aren't you going to try it?" She asked, as he turned his head and looked at her.

He smiled, and shook his head. "I'm going to differ to your judgement on this." He answered, standing up with the bowl in his hand, and grabbed hers.

She chuckled, and shook her head. "I'll whip up something." She offered, moving towards the stove, and picked up the boiler with shaky hands.

Sam frowned, and grasped the boiler from her hands, touching her skin as he did so. He watched as she tensed up, and slowly let go of the boiler, before turning to see if there was anything she could fix. He cleared his throat, and turned to dump the soup in the trash can before turning to rinse it out, and placed it on the stove for Becky to use.

He observed her chopping some onions and bell peppers, and placed them in the boiler, before opening a can of vegetables, and dumped them in. She opened a can of tomato sauce, and slowly poured it in the boiler, and turned on the stove.

"Vegetable soup?" He asked, watching her nod her head.

"Yeah, it's quick, and easy." She answered, turning to sprinkle of spices in the boiler. "Can you pour a cup of water in the boiler, please?" She asked, as he nodded, and filled a cup, and poured it in. "Thank you."

He nodded, and placed the cup on the counter, before turning to observe her and her cooking. "How did you learn to cook?" He asked, watching her carefully.

"I live by myself, Sam, or at least I did before Anna found me." She explained, bowing her head, before stirring the concoction in the boiler.

He nodded, and sighed. "Did you know?"

She stilled her movements, and sighed. "No, I didn't know." She answered, in a soft tone. "I just thought I was weird and strange for seeing things that others didn't." She added, stirring the soup.

"You're not weird, Becky." Sam responded, gently.

She smiled, but he could tell it was forced. "I know what I am, Sam, and I know what you think. You don't have to lie." She returned, turning from the stove to sit down at the table.

He watched as she carefully sat down, and his heart sank in his chest. She was still weak, but her strength was returning, and for a moment, he felt something he never thought he would feel with her.

Understanding.

~XXX~

Anna felt arms surround her waist, and pulled her to his chest, before lips touched her neck. She hummed, and leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. "I need to check on Becky." She remarked, lifting her right hand to caress his neck.

He sighed, and tightened his hold for a second before pulling back. "Should I be jealous?" He asked, causing her to laugh, and turn in his arms wrapping hers around his neck.

"Nope," She answered with a pop of her lips.

He smiled and bent his head to kiss her lips, gently. "Alright let's go, if we stay here, I may never let you go." He muttered, squeezing her to his body, as she laughed, feeling light and free for the first time in a long time.

~XXX~

"You love him, don't you?"

Anna stilled her movements, and turned to face her friend. She bowed her head, and smiled. "I didn't plan on it." She responded, with a small laugh. "It sort of happened." She added, moving to sit down in the chair next to Becky.

Becky smiled, and nodded. "It must be nice, to love someone, and have him love you back." She remarked, bowing her head.

Anna sighed, and grasped her friend's hand with hers. "You'll find someone, Becky, I promise." She whispered, encouragingly.

Becky shook her head. "No, I won't." She replied, a distant look appearing in her eyes. "Not in time."

Anna's eyes widened as she took in the meaning, and her mouth opened to reject it.

Becky turned her head, and smiled, with tears in her eyes. "It'll be okay, Anna. He'll see you through." She encouraged, nodding her head. "It's as it should be."

Anna shook her head, but words were futile at this moment. The course had been set, and she knew better than anyone that visions could not be altered.

No matter how hard they tried.

~XXX~

"Did you tell her?"

Dean lifted his head as he paused in buffing Baby, and sighed. "I started too, but…"

"You chickened out." Sam remarked, running a rag over the Impala.

Dean shook his head. "I didn't chicken out." He muttered, wiping Baby down. "I just didn't say the words out loud." He replied, lowly.

Sam chuckled, and shook his head. "Dean, she's the first woman you've cared about since Lisa, and, surprisingly, she understands the job we're in." He replied, with a hint of seriousness.

Dean bowed his head. "I know." He agreed, moving his eyes to the Mark on his arm.

Sam noticed his brother's gaze, and he swallowed, hard at the sight. "Does it bother you?" He asked, needing to know.

Dean shook his head. "It hadn't much since she's been here." He answered, gruffly. "She said her Mark counteracts mine, so it cancels out the darkness, for the time being." He added, picking up the rag from the hood of the Impala, and sighed.

Sam nodded, but his eyes still held uncertainty, as he watched his brother move to the front of the car. "Dean, there something you need to see." He began, as Dean lifted his head to look at his brother.

Sam swallowed, and bowed his head. "Follow me."

~XXX~

Becky shook her head, as she paced back and forth in the library, her nails bitten to the quick as she bit them, nervously. She closed her eyes when footsteps hurried into the room, and she slowly lowered her hand.

"She's gone." She remarked, shifting her gaze from Sam to Dean.

Dean's brow furrowed, and his eyes blinked. "What do you mean gone?" He asked, stepping towards Becky.

Becky lowered her eyes, and Dean saw the tear stains on her cheeks. "She's gone to save me." She whispered, her knees shaking as she relayed the message.

Sam stepped forward, his gaze focused on the woman in front of them. "Becky…"

Becky lifted her gaze, and sniffed, gathering her courage. "I'm dying, and there's nothing no one can do." She explained, softly.

Sam swallowed, and his heart tugged in his chest. "Dying…"

Becky nodded, and lowered her gaze. "Anna's gone to see if she can avert it, but it's a done deal." She whispered, shaking her head. "She's going to die in my place." She added, her voice strong, yet still shaking.

Dean shook his head, and turned on his heel. "Damn it!" He nearly shouted, leaving the room in a hurry.

Sam shook his head, and looked over his shoulder. "Dean!"

"Go, Sam, he'll need you." Becky remarked, in a knowing tone.

Sam lowered his eyes, and groaned. "Stay here!" He ordered, following his brother.

Becky nodded, and bowed her head, just as a hand touched her shoulder. "There's nothing to be done, is there?" She asked, lifting her head to stare at the empty room.

Castiel sighed, and shook his head. "I'm afraid not." He answered, though his voice held uncertainty.

Becky sighed, and stepped away from the angel to lift her head higher. "For once, I want to do the right thing." She stated, turning to face him head on. "I won't let her die in my place. Not when she can save him."

Castiel tilted his head to the side, and narrowed his eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

Please be kind!

This story is so close to being wrapped up! I'm hoping to have it finished by tomorrow, but I won't spring all the chapters at once, so it will give you time to read and review! As I have other stories that need my attention, and new ones to write such as...

The next story in this fandom! The Hunter and The Fiery One (Title may change! I'll let you know before it's up!)

Sam and Dean catch wind of a case in the rural part of the south, and head to check out an attack on a young woman, who claims a three headed monster tried to kill her.

As they begin to investigate, Dean is drawn to a woman with a shady past, and who may hold the key to the attacks.

"Why are you following me?" She asked, stepping closer to him.

He grunted, and held onto his arm, lifting his eyes to hers with a hard glare. "I think the better question is who are you?" He asked, groaning as the sting in his arm began to throb.

She rolled her eyes, and moved towards him. "Let me see." She stated, reaching for his arm.

He jerked his arm back, and she glared at him. "I don't bite, and if you remain still, he won't attack without me saying so." She added, watching him glare at her. "I can heal your arm if you let me." She suggested, as Dean finally moved his arm to let her see.

She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and examined the wound. "It's not bad. In fact, Ce actually spared your life. You're lucky." She stated, lifting her left hand to his arm.

"Lucky, huh, well, you certainly have a funny way of showing it." He remarked, as she smirked, and began to heal his wound with a glow from her hand. "What the hell?"

She closed her eyes, and focused on his wound, and smiled as she lowered her hand. "There, all better. Now, do you mind telling me why, yet, another hunter is after me?" She asked, as he examined his arm.

Let me know what you think of it!

Until Next Time...