Hola! Here I am, with yet another chapter!

Hope you guys like it!

I don't own Supernatural or you. But I do own my drabbles.


You sit on the edge of the bed in Bobby's anti-demon chamber. Anna sits beside you, her memory having been restored by the ever-wondrous Pamela. The two of you are quiet, which is quite awkward for you, considering you have so many questions to ask, yet none can come to your tongue. The boys are upstairs with Bobby, relying on you to watch Anna and keep her company. Well, you are keeping her company. You just aren't conversing.

You wish, however, that you'd have the guts to get the ball rolling. But what do you say to an angel? As of now, there is nothing but silence, leaving you only to your thoughts. You have been thinking a lot for the past hour, from how whales give birth to your role in the whole 'Sixty-six seals' ordeal. To be quite honest, you think you can walk out of the Winchester's lives and it wouldn't make the slightest difference to the outcome of all of this. You're just a pawn in this gigantic chess game; something everyone could do without and something that is easily replaced.

"You aren't," says Anna suddenly. You turn to her, wondering what on earth could be going on in that little angel head of hers. "You do have a role in this, a very important one in fact." You blink, utterly surprised by her statement.

"Anna, what-"

"You have a very large role in all of this. It's not just Sam and Dean. There is a reason you met those two boys. It wasn't chance."

"You're not just pulling my leg here, right?" Anna cracks an awkward smile.

"Angels aren't the joking type." You nod.

"So, what is my part in this?" Anna sighs, staring ahead at the iron walls.

"I don't know."


I did it! I wrote for an angel!

Gosh, Anna's awesome. Freaking awesome.

I hope you guys liked it! I've started to assemble a plot in this drabble story. Don't worry, I will still upload Sam and Dean romances. Just give me time.

I know nothing about dating :/ Whatever.