From your author: Any similarities with scenes from the series are absolutely intentional.

To Ms Morgan Elizebeth Jacobs, I hear you.

"I need some air." Dean was out the Campbell house within seconds of finishing the conversation with his uncle. It was intense, with no pauses and no anecdotes - the worst kind. Sam felt bad but somehow being with his uncle, knowing he was family, made him digest those stories better. And while his brother felt claustrophobic and had to leave, Sam welcomed Mr. Campbell's idea of spending quality time in lighter activities from then on.

The older Winchester was specially annoyed at the fact that Greenville was such a small town that he had to park his baby in the garage. Anything he needed was within a walking distance and his car-therapy was hence not possible. Walking away from that house, Dean had no idea where his unaccustomed feet were taking him. He just knew he didn't want to be around anyone. Or at least he thought he knew.

"Anna!" he spotted the girl in gym clothes walking around the town square.

"Dean! Taking a walk?"

"Not like this city leaves much option..."

"Half true."

"Meaning?"

"You can always run." and blinking at him, the girl started running. Her long glorious hair in sync with the summer breeze was invitation enough for Dean to run after her. They cut the city and followed the path to a hill. Dean had to catch his breath.

"Damn, you're fast...!"

"Never had to use a car."

"Clearly" Seeing her perform this kind of exercise without even sweating, made Dean think of all the other things she could perform this well. She caught him looking at her and pointed to the horizon with a smile.

They were not too high but it was possible to see the whole Greenville industrial park, the town itself was already behind them. He liked that view.

"I wanted you to see this." said the girl kindly.

"Yeah?"

"You look like you need some peace of mind."

He liked that she noticed. With that gleam of a feeling of partnership, it was like Dean could almost grasp his memories of his childhood friend back. He could have easily shared his distant past's happy moments with her.

"You're not here just to visit uncle Campbell, are you?"

He couldn't stare at her and lie about it.

"I don't wanna..- I can't talk about it."

"I know."

He believed she did.

"But if I may say something..." she looked at him for permission, which he conceived. Dean liked hearing her talk.

"When my mother died, I thought I'd never recover. I can't imagine what it must be like for you to loose your entire family like that but... you are alive."

"Its more complicated than that."

"I know. But you're not alone. That's all I'm trying to say." she paused and got closer to him "Someday you should be able to have a good life and find happiness somewhere..." The girl caressed his face with her long pale fingers "with someone...?"

At the mention of that, Dean should have been mesmerized. It was his queue, she'd given him the green light. But something caught his attention. Far behind them, across the field, he thought he saw something move.

"What is it?"

To be fair, it was worse than that actually. He was certain he had seen someone rather than something. But Anna didn't want to let her moment pass and directed his face to her, planting a passionate kiss on his mouth.

"Let them look." she suggested after she was sure she caught his attention back.

Dean took her by her tiny waist and kissed her like he was supposed to, full on the mouth. Inspired by his hands on her hair and by the heat of the moment and of that day, she started lifting his shirt. He wanted that since the moment he laid eyes on her but he also had the cool head to reason that, after what he heard from his uncle, he couldn't do this to her. He stopped her (using all the self-restraint he could gather).

"Anna I..."

She looked at him disappointed.

"Its just.. I have to leave. I can't do this to you." and using the very rest of his will power, he left her behind.

"I hate summer." It was Dean's most vulnerable season.

Despite never truly having had a family, Dean and Sam Winchester knew that it was part of the ritual to have meals together, share stories (which in their case revolved more around tragedies and other-worldly tales), browse through albums (the very few left) and most importantly: accept accommodation arrangements. After long periods on the road, Sam was ready to sleep in the comfort of an actual bed, and there was yet to exist something more sacred than Sam's sleep. Uncle Campbell pointed them to a modest room upstairs.

"How convenient he has two beds."

"This is a big house, Dean. Stop with the conspiracy."

Dean was less relaxed than his brother when dealing with the uncle. He felt the man was a little too paranoid and strange. But every family has 'one', or so he'd heard. Knowing this however did not make it easier for him to fall asleep. At the sound of his brother's snoring and of the summer storm heavily falling outside, Dean decided he couldn't sleep even though he felt extremely tired. He got up and tried to go downstairs without making any noise (because let's face it: waking up a Campbell-Winchester by surprise can be deadly). He went to seek comfort in the closed garage, with his Impala that he missed so much after almost 24 hours apart. Dean opened the front door but instead of seating on the driver's seat, he thought he could sleep on the backseat - where there was no snoring (other than his own), no crazy uncle, no unsettling feeling of family tragedy and no- And he was on the floor before he could blink, with a knife on his throat.

"Winchester?!"

"YOU PSYCHO BITCH!" he yelled after the blade was safely away.

"Shhhh! Do you wanna wake everybody up?!"

"I know you get that all the time but: you're-NOT-supposed-to-be-HERE."

"I thought you were someone else."

"This is MY car, who else could it be?!"

"Well, I got in!"

"Again, you were not supposed to! What are you doing here anyway?!"

"Bantering with you, apparently."

"I meant in Greenville, yet another place you're not supposed to be at."

"I came for the weather."

"You've gotta be kidding me...!" He was frustrated at the (lack of) answers he was getting.

"I'm telling you, I couldn't sleep outside with all that rain!"

"Hanna!" He was very frustrated, he needed her to stop with that.

However angry he got at her, the rain part was true - she was dripping. Dean knew by now she could play that evasive game all night so he thought of trying another tactic. He held the door of the car open and gestured for her to get in. She didn't understand that kindness, moreover, she didn't let herself trust it.

"You can't sleep outside and I can't sleep. At least talk to me." He explained.

She went inside and sat on the backseat, he sat next to her and waited.

Inside her mind, Hanna went over the ways she could get away and decided the best policy was...

"I overheard you and your brother on the beach last time, you two sounded so determined to come I thought there was something big out here..."

"Big like what?"

"Like lots of cash if I solved it first. - Imagine my surprise when I come out here and find absolutely nothing."

Lying about everything.