Bopping her head to music playing through her head phones while she strolled down the sidewalk of her neighborhood. The neighbors probably thought she was nuts rocking out to the music only she could hear but she could careless. It was surprisingly cool out today. Perfect weather for a walk. Dean and Sam had plans today, giving Annie freedom to do as she pleased. Her hands pulled on the collar of her jacket. Well actually, it was Dean's. He left it at her place again. He did that a lot. He would say he forgot, but Annie felt he did it on purpose. She borrowed it anyways. Pulling at the fabric she pressed it against her face. A soft smile spread across her lips. It smelt like him.

Sam was slummed in a chair almost comatose. He had been reading but stopped an hour ago. The boys found a Lost in Space marathon playing on some low rated cable station and the concept of time no longer existed. The episode they were watching went to a commercial break the perfect time for Sam to take a leak. Shifting in his spot, the male stretched out his arms as he looked around the motel room. His eyes fell to his brother who was searching around the room.

"Dude. What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I'm looking for my jacket…" The older male mumbled as he looked under his bed. Pulling himself back to his feet.

"You probably left it at Annie's." Sam offered as he moved past Dean to get to the bathroom.

"Oh shit. I think I did. Fuck it. I'll get it later." But, Dean still didn't feel satisfied. It was the strangest feeling. Something else was wrong and it wasn't his missing jacket. His brows furrowed together in thought as he rubbed his chin. Without any warning he grabbed his keys and went out to the Impala. He had disappeared for five minutes before returning. The door to their room flung open, slamming behind him as the hunter moved frantically. He dumped his shoe box on his bed and started to rummage through the contents.

"What is it?" Sam watched on. Dean didn't give him a response right away. "Dean!" he barked trying to get his attention.

Danger! Danger! Dean Winchester. The hunter ran his hand through his hair. His green eyes wide as he slowly looked over to Sam. "Some of my ID's are missing…" his jaw clinched at the very thought of his mistake "Sam. I—I think I left them in my jacket."

"What!" Sam just stared at him for a moment. This was a rarity usually he was on the other end of this. "Dean. What the hell! " He went off he couldn't control himself. This was so reckless of him. "First why were you carrying multiple at one time and secondly, why did you keep them in your jacket?"

Dean didn't even know what to say. He couldn't even be mad at Sam for freaking out on him. This was fucking stupid… "I don't know! I took two separate ID's and credit cards. I used one to buy gas and the other to buy beer." Which was legit. They never used the same ID for purchases at least not in the same day. "I put them in my pocket and forgot about them. I must have been…" the hunter stopped himself. Suddenly the conversation they had the night he took Annie out the first time came back to haunt him.

"You were what Dean? Distracted!"

"Yes! Fine, is that what you want me to say? I was distracted and fucked up!"Dean threw his hands in the air before rubbing his eyes in frustration.

That walk was exactly what she needed. Annie felt so relaxed and so at peace. Upon entering her home. The brunette when to hang up Dean's jacket knowing he would be asking about it. She knew how this conversation would go because they had it many times before. He will text asking if she seen it. She'd say yes. He would drive over and she would tell him "Missing something?" it was honestly adorable and one of her favorite interactions with him. Slipping the jacket off, Annie went to place it on the coat rack but missed. The jacket hit the floor and Annie went to retrieve it. Lifting the jacket from the floor something caught her eye. Something had fallen out of one of the pockets. Naturally she went to pick it up to put it back where it belonged. But, she got more than she bargained for. Flipping over the card, her stomach sank. It had Dean's picture but under a different name and wasn't Kansas issued. She obviously was never meant to see that. Quickly she went to put the card back trying to erase the whole thing from memory but discovered another one in his pocket. Same thing. His face, different name and different state. All she could get out was … "What the fuck?"

"Dude. Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Annie's before she finds those ID's!" Unknown to the hunter it was already too late.

It was one of the worst drives ever. Dean broke every driving law possible. Speeding, running stop signs and red lights. He was trying to beat the clock and didn't know what to expect when he arrived. He hoped that she didn't find them. But he was bracing himself for the absolute worst. He was trying to come up with an excuse to explain it all away, but, it was exactly as it looked. The drive felt like it took an eternity though according to the clock he made it in record time. The Impala pulled up in front of the house. His eyes fell to the drive way. Her car was there. Then as he put it in park, his eyes drifted to the front door. "Shit..." there she was sitting on the front steps. The brunette lifted her head and as soon she made eye contact, she pulled herself from the steps and walked back into her house. The way she had looked at him was unsettling and immediately the hunter knew he was screwed. Wiping his mouth, the hunter looked up in the rear-view mirror. He couldn't avoid this. Giving himself a nod for encouragement he opened the door to the Impala and headed up to the house.

"Annie?" Dean asked cautiously as he moved toward the kitchen where Annie was. He was treading on water and had to be careful. "Everything okay?"

He didn't get a response from her at first. Annie's back faced him. Her hands pressed against the counter like she was holding herself there. Her head turned slightly before looking over her shoulder towards Dean "You know the answer to that..." She was finally able to get out. She turned around completely to look at Dean. It was obvious she had been crying. The hunter felt a lump form in the back of his throat. She was crying, and it was because of him. He never wanted to put her in this type of position. What could he do now? The damage was done. Annie stood there watching Dean, studying him as she figured out what she wanted to say. She loved him, that just doesn't go away. She just wanted him to tell her the truth. She would literally accept any explanation. As she watched him. It was hard to ignore how nervously his eyes kept darting towards the table where his ID's were. "Dean. They're yours… just take them"

Quickly and awkwardly Dean proceeded to shove them into the back pocket of his pants. His eyes drifted to the floor. He couldn't seem to find the strength to look her in the eye.

"I just want you to know. I wasn't snooping." She finally started. Dean was the one lying and for some reason she felt like she had to explain herself. "I just kind of found them and I put them back. I wasn't going to say anything but then I got curious…" Then the bomb dropped. "I looked you up. Is your name even Dean Winchester?" She questioned. "Because it says Dean Winchester is dead."

His wide eyes shot up to look at her. He froze. The question now was how much she knew. "Yes!" He was able to get out. "Annie. I can explain everything!" He pleaded as he slowly stepped towards the brunette.

"Good! Explain it to me because I'm having a hard time understanding."

Oh shit... He found himself thinking. His mouth opened, and nothing came out. Was he seriously going to try and explain away his criminal record by telling her that he hunted monsters? No, he was better off letting her think he was a piece of shit. He couldn't do it. When it came down to the wire. He fumbled… "I can't..." He was an asshole.

"God damn it, Dean!" She responded in frustration. She didn't want to have to do this. Not with him and now she was put in a tight spot. The hunter closed the distance between them. Her dark eyes looking up at him as he ran his hand through her hair in a vain attempt to comfort her.

"Annie. You don't need to be afraid of me…"

"I'm not afraid of you Dean. I'm disappointed..." That one hit the hunter hard. "I love you. Now I'm caught in a hard place. I feel so stupid because I'm in love with a stranger..." Her brows furrowed as she watched the ground. Gently she felt Dean's hand caressing her cheek. For a moment she let him. Her eyes looked up at him with a pained expression and softly she pushed him away "Please don't do that. Please don't comfort me while you're breaking my heart." As soon she spoke the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"Annie..."

"Just tell me anything. Anything at all so I can stop filling my head with these terrible made up scenarios that I'm creating..." She pleaded with him as she moved past him.

"Annie... I can't." It hurt like Hell. He felt like he wanted to throw up.

"Do you love me?" She asked.

"Yes!"

"Then just be honest with me!"

The hunter went quiet. She wouldn't believe him. Knowing the consequences of his response. He looked her in the eye and said… "I'm sorry."

The brunette nodded to herself. How could she have been so stupid to think this was going to end any other way. Wiping away her tears. She had to decide. "I think I want you to leave." She didn't want him to leave. But this wasn't going to work out for them anymore. Annie moved across the room as she made her way to the front door. Slowly she held the door open... "Please don't come back."

He couldn't believe this was happening. It was over. It was fucking over. He stood there completely perplexed. He suddenly felt detached from reality. Turning on his heel, the hunter slowly moved towards the door grabbing his jacket as he did so. He turned to look at Annie and it took everything for him to not lean over and kiss her.

"Goodbye Dean."

Dean wiped at his mouth before stepping out the door. The next thing he heard was the door locking behind him. Dean made his way back to the Impala. He sat there in the silence after starting her up. His brows furrowed and suddenly out of frustration he started hitting the steering wheel… "Fuck!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

Annie didn't move. She couldn't believe she did that. Her hand pressed against the door as she rested her head against the frame. She still felt him there. Now that she was alone she released all the feelings she had been holding in and started crying uncontrollably. She sat there long after he left.

"How did it go?" Sam asked upon Dean's return.

"It's over Sam..." Dean added. Pulling a bottle of Jack from a paper bag. He needed something stronger then beer to medicate this pain.