Author's note: I apologize for any misspelling or anything. It's unedited because since it took so long for the last chapter I wanted to get this out as soon as possible.
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Sam was insistent on going to visit Constance's husband to check and if he had in fact cheated. Annabelle thought it was absolutely pointless. All signs point to it and dad had already done the research, but whatever. She'd humor his stubborn ass, but she was not going to get out of the car. If Sam wanted to talk to a man that their father had already talked and make him once again relive what it was like to lose his wife, then he can go right ahead. Annabelle didn't want to go so she wasn't going to be a part of it.
Annabelle was slouching, basically laying, in the front seat, one of her legs splayed on the dash. When she saw her brother and the older man walk out of the house, she sat up a little, but not enough where she would automatically seen by the other man. Annabelle couldn't help herself, once she noticed that both men were in an angle where she could see both sets of lips, had squinted her eyes so she could read them. "You ever hear of a woman in white?" Annabelle rolled her eyes and somewhat slouched back down, looking out the window. She truly does love her brothers, both of them, with all her heart, but they had some horrible flaws. One of Sam's was that when he wanted to know the truth about something, he didn't mind not only shoving the knife in but also twisting it a little if needed. It was a flaw of both him and Dean, but Sam was one to do it more often. He was going to be a great lawyer one day. Once she saw how upset the man was, obviously heartbroken just to think his wife had killed his children because of something he had done, Annabelle grabbed an empty, plastic Code Red Mountain Dew bottle, moved so she was sitting on the door of the car, and whipped the bottle at Sam's head. Sam quickly looked back at his sister with an angry and confused look. "Who's that?" the older man asked, "A colleague." Sam told him vaguely, still looking at Annabelle. She angrily pointed at Sam then at the car, telling him that it was now time to leave. "Better listen to her, boy." The older man warned him, Annabelle could tell he was trying his best not to cry. "Leave here and don't you dare come back."
Annabelle watched Sam walk to the Impala and only sat back in the vehicle when she saw him open the door. He put the car in reverse and drove back onto the road. After a few minutes, he looked towards Annabelle. "What the hell was that, Na-Na?!" his jaw clenched. Annabelle rolls her eyes. "The man was about in tears, the pain obviously still fresh, and you just had to dig that dagger in deeper" She signed to him, not paying any attention to him. Annabelle glanced over to Sam and couldn't help but laugh when he literally let out a huff. Sam now rolled his eyes at Annabelle and muttered, "Whatever." Sam leaned back so he could get his phone out of his front pocket, pointing at the wheel which Annabelle grabbed right away. She mostly kept her eyes on the road but looked at Sam time to time to see what he was saying. "Yes, please, please hurry." He said in a frantic voice, "He's waving the gun around, just shooting randomly. Help us!" with that, Sam hung up and grabbed the wheel. Annabelle relaxed back into her seat, looking at Sam questionably. Sam gave her a half smile. "In a small town like this, if there was a man shooting a gun in town, the whole station come, right?" Annabelle proudly clasped Sam's arm. Good thinking. Annabelle thought to herself. Hopefully Dean has something to help break out.
Within a half hour, Sam answered his phone that he had placed beside him. Annabelle's eyes never left Sam's lips. "You're welcome." Sam said with a laugh. He started talking Constance being a woman in white, like their father had figured out, then talking about where their father may be and he and Annabelle were wondering why dad never finished the job. Annabelle glanced forward for a second, noticing that it started to seem more foggy out. She felt a chill slowly crawl up her spine. Sam quickly slammed on the breaks without a warning, Annabelle was never more thankful that she was wearing her seatbelt. She saw that her brother was looking in the rearview mirror, his body almost shaking. Obviously, because of the height difference, Annabelle couldn't see, so she quickly moved the visor so she could try and see what her brother was seeing behind them. Annabelle gasped and her eyes widen when she say Constance. "Take. Me. Home." Annabelle could tell this was one pissed off spirit from how she talked through her teeth. The next thing either Winchester knew, the car started moving again, on its own. Annabelle slowly reached for the iron knife Dean had gave her for her birthday last year that she kept in her back pocket, keeping an eye on the ghost; he'll be pissed about the torn upholster, but he'd have to get over it. Before Sam could react, Annabelle's head was slammed against the window next to her so hard it cracked. The last thing she heard before she passed out was Sam yelling her name.
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Dean was driving, more like speeding, down the road in a stolen, light brown truck, trying his hardest to find Sam and Annabelle, he had one guess to where they could be. It was all that was on his mind. He knew that his brother was not the kind to stray, but he also knew that ghost could find ways around that, and that they don't exactly see in shades of grey. Half way to his destination, he noticed something on the side of the road. If he would have blink, he would have missed it. Dean had slowed down, he wasn't sure what it was, but it was moving. Dean slammed on his breaks and all but jump out of the car, his adrenaline on high. It was Annabelle, the headlights showing her trying to crawl out of the ditch, blood dripping down from her forehead. Dean sprinted to his baby sister, moving behind her and grabbing her around the waist, dragging her out of the ditch before he fully picked her up and put her in the car. He strapped her in then sprinted back into the driver's seat. He took Annabelle's hand in his as he drove down the road. Periodically he tried to wake her, she was barely conscious. Annabelle kept moving her head slowly side to side, mumbling something. She squeezed Dean's hand back as he moved in closer to hear what she was saying. "Sam. Sam." She breathed as she waved her hand, motioning him to go forward. Dean pushed the gas pedal to the floor, eyes full of anger.
He was truly torn, though. Annabelle was bleeding; she was in the freezing cold lying in a ditch. She could have a concussion, or in shock, she needed to go to the hospital. Then there was Sam. He was alone with a dangerous spirit. For all Dean knew, Sam could be dead right now. As if she could sense the war going on in his head, Annabelle squeezed Dean's hand harder and looked over at him, her eyes in a faze. "Sam. Sam." She said in a raspy voice. It was as if it was difficult for her to stay conscious long enough to talk.
When Dean pulled into the driveway of the house where he saw the Impala, he parked the truck and turned it off. Dean didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave his baby sister. She would be helpless and she was in no health to be left alone. But he couldn't take her with him. She'd slow him down and it would probably be too much stress on her body right now. Dean looked to his baby sister as he took off his jacket on covered her with it. "Bells, I gotta…" "Get Sammy." She whispered. Dean nodded his head and ran out of the truck. Annabelle flinched awake when she heard Dean slammed the car door behind him.
She tried to stay awake, Annabelle really did. She watched Dean sneakily run over to their car, trying to use that as a distraction to the warm blanket of sleep that was calling for her. She shook her head and laughed at her oldest brother when she saw him shoot his gun. Why the hell would the spirit of a dead woman be scared of a gun? Annabelle blinked heavily a few times. Without meaning to, without wanting to, she fell into sleep. Right before it, she prayed that she would wake up after.
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Annabelle woke up, for a second time, in the front seat of the Impala. She looked around, trying to assess where she was. She had a pounding headache and felt a bandage on the right side of her forehead. Annabelle quickly looked to her left when she felt a light tap on her knee. It was Dean, Annabelle smiled slightly at him. "Look who decided to wake up." He said with a smirk, hiding the fear behind it. Annabelle had to take off her jacket, Dean had the heat on full blast and she was sweating. Dean looked up in his rearview mirror, making Annabelle look in the back seat, sighing in relief that it was just Sam. Annabelle looked back at Dean. "You know, if we shag ass we could get there by morning." She read from his lips. Apparently they were in mid conversation before she woke up. Annabelle would be lying if she didn't feel a glimmer of hope that Sam would join them, wherever they were going. Sam sat up more in his seat. "Dean, I can't miss that meeting. My whole future depends on it." "Right." Dean said in a flat voice, disappointment clear on his face. "Don't worry, I'll take you home." He then looked at Annabelle and placed his hand on her knee again. "Just you and me." He mouthed then winked at her. Annabelle couldn't help but giggle.
In a few short minutes, they were in front of Sam place. Dean had barely waited for Sam to get out before he started driving down the road. Annabelle scoffed in surprise. "Really? That's all?" She signed. Dean then looked forward, eyes on the road. Annabelle shook her head then snapped her fingers to get his attention. Her eyes widened when she got no response. She then hit his arm. Still no response. Annabelle closed her eyes and sighed heavily before she slammed her fist on the dashboard, making Dean flinch a little. "Do you want to lose him forever?" She asked angrily, looking up at him. Dean looked back at her after stopping the car, shocked to hear her voice. Annabelle pointed back at Sam's house. "Be the big brother. Go back there and tell him it's ok. That you love him." She ordered him through her teeth. Dean hit the steering wheel in frustration and yelled. He paused for a second before turning the car around. But he wasn't prepared to witness what he saw next.
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Dean stood with the crowd, waiting for the fire to be extinguished. He wasn't sure why, though. Maybe he thought he would see some kind of clue or sign of what it was. He couldn't believe it happened again and he hated that Sam had to see it, to watch his girlfriend die like their mother did. He walked back to the Impala, his siblings sitting on the trunk hood. Annabelle was sitting so close to Sam that she was almost on his lap, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, holding on to him for dear life. Sam was just looking at the ground, one of his hands just holding onto Annabelle's arm. He must have been in shock. Sam's head snapped up as he heard Dean walk closer to them, Annabelle looked over once she felt the movement, slightly letting go of Sam, tears in her eyes. Sam got off the trunk with Annabelle following him. Annabelle grabbed Sam's duffle bag and handed it to him. Dean opened the trunk and Sam threw in his bag.
Annabelle looked over to the once familiar off-campus apartment and tears formed in her eyes. She rubbed Sam's back before she walked to the backseat of the Impala. She slid into her seat and pulled her knees to her chest. God, if she felt like this after only knowing Jess on and off for a little over a year, what is Sam feeling?