"Your sister, Cassandra, she had three vertical slices on each wrist, deep and they didn't miss. The coroner thinks that she must have had a history of slicing her wrists to know where to cut." Dean looked uncomfortable but he handed her the photocopied file they had taken.

Anna sucked her breath when she saw the pictures of Cassandra's wrist.

"Anna if this is too much for you right now we can deal with this, you don't have to look at this." Sam comforted.

"No, it's fine." She shook her head "Cassie loved the theatre, she had a flare for acting the rest of us seriously lacked, she could lie her ass off in a tight situation but she wasn't depressed. She never cut her wrists, she had just gotten a scholarship to some summer acting thing, she was seeing this guy, she was happy, she wasn't about to kill herself." Anna threw the pictures back at Dean as she looked at them.

"Her roommate says there was a rumour the guy she was seeing was her maths professor." Dean wasn't pulling any punches as he laid the information out for her.

Anna snorted a little.

"No. She gave me his name it was Gregory something. She told me his last name, something Russian. She said something about him being FOB, he wasn't her maths professor." Anna laughed a little without really feeling the funny.

"FOB?" Sam wrinkled his features to show his confusion.

"Fresh off the boat, just hailed from Mother Russia, accent so thick you can't actually make out what he's saying half the time."

"Gregory Yeltsin?" Dean showed her a picture of a slim man in his mid thirties. His shoulder length dark brown hair have him a mysterious look and Anna couldn't deny that he was attractive. He was exactly Cassandra's type.

"Oh shit, Cass, what have you gotten yourself into." She whispered as she looked at the picture a little longer. "Yeah, okay, that's got to be him. Cassie probably looked at his hair and his tanned skin for about three seconds before she fell for him." Anna rolled her eyes and pushed the picture away.

"Your sister was having an affair with a married man." Dean nodded.

"For the last time! Nicole wasn't having an affair! I know it's suspicious that she and Toby's teacher had so many parent teacher conferences but I'm sure there was a totally valid reason." Anna stood up. "Want a beer, I need a beer, I actually need something stronger than a beer." She wiped her hands on her pants as she walked to the kitchen.

"Not, that sister. Cassandra, the math professor was married." Dean threw another picture on the table and Anna walked back with a bottle of whisky. "His wife is a gypsy." Dean looked perturbed.

"A gypsy? I don't think that's the politically correct term." Anna drank from the bottle as the information became too much. "What does this have to do with anything of anything?"

"Well you have heard about gypsy curses, women that visit them to catch cheating husbands." Sam looked over at her from his place on the couch.

"You think a Gypsy cursed my sisters? Say for a second I believed you, how would she even know about Nicole? No, you know what I need a brake, I can't deal with this right now. Does anyone want a sandwich or something?"

"I'm going to look this over a little more." Dean looked down at the files of collected evidence.

"I'll give you a hand in the kitchen." Sam muttered as he followed after her.

They worked quietly while Anna took occasional sips from her bottle in between slicing tomatoes.

"Ah shit!" Anna hissed as the knife slipped cut a slice into her finger. Holding a towel over the blood she walked over to the sink.

"You okay?" Sam walked over and pulled the towel off.

"Yeah, I just wasn't focusing. I'm fine, really." Sam tried to help her wash off her finger but ended up splashing a large about of water on both of them. "Oh God! Sam!" Anna laughed as she tried to hold her finger up and wipe the water off of her shirt. "Nice." She looked up, expecting him to be laughing with her. He wasn't instead he looked very guilty. "What's wrong?"

"Anna, you remember this morning when you were asking about the drawings you found?" Sam asked slowly, without looking at her.

"Oh, Sam, don't worry about it. I was really mad this morning but you guys have helped me so much I really don't see any point in worrying about it." She waved her hand. "If Cassie and Nikki were really killed because they were having a affairs there was nothing I could have done to stop it. I tried to police my sisters love life when we were younger and it didn't work then, it wouldn't have worked now."

"No, I drew those pictures but I swear I didn't go through your things." Sam looked away as he whispered it so that she could barely hear it.

"Well then it must have just looked like Cassie's room. If you say you didn't go through my stuff I guess I believe you." Anna tried to put her thoughts together and was suddenly regretting the liquor.

"No, I had a dream about a girl that looked like you, I saw her die but I thought it was just a nightmare. And then you showed me that picture of you and your sister and I realised it wasn't just a dream."

Anna looked at him and then the floor.

"When?"

"What?"

"When did you have the dream?"

"Uh the day I met you and then the next night the same thing." Sam whispered.

"So you saw someone that looked like me die in your dream and you didn't think that was an important piece of information?" Anna matched his tone. "What are you trying to tell me Sam, are you psychic?"

"We had just met you I didn't think it meant anything. I don't know what's happening but in my dream, she died the same way." Sam looked over at the hallway.

"Does Dean know?" She asked knowing the answer to the question.

"No, I'm going to tell him but I knew you were really worried about it and I wanted to tell you first."

"Bullshit! You wanted to test my reaction. This is just a dress rehearsal for when you tell Dean. Don't worry I'll keep your secret, but you should tell him soon. Did you - did you see who did it?"

"No, I swear." He looked earnest enough and Anna nodded.

"My finger stopped bleeding, you can let go now." She made a pointed glance at her hand that Sam had in a death grip. Sam nodded and Anna took a step to the side to get away from him. "You can finish the sandwiches, I lost my appetite." She walked away from him.

She understood that he didn't keep his secrets maliciously and she believed that he really didn't know what was happening. But irrationally she felt all of the anger she had been feeling for the thing that did it transfer to Sam. Suddenly the walls felt like they were closing in on her. She needed to get out of there. She walked as calmly to the closet. Inside were several hunting rifles all locked together with thick wire. She quickly found the key and unlocked them. She picked out her favourite and grabbed a box of shells.

"I'll be back." She yelled.

Hunting wasn't something she necessarily enjoyed, but she was pretty good at it. There was something to be said about the serenity of it all. You can't talk while you stalk your hunt. Planning and the anticipation of it all, that gave her a thrill but the actual killing she wasn't so good with. Her father had taught her that if she killed it she would have to be able to dress it. It was all about responsibility for your kills and while she could appreciate it on a moral level the actual doing it part was still a little hard for her. But she needed some sort of a release. She needed to feel powerful over this one thing in her life, everything she thought she knew was being thrown out the window and she was trying to hold it together. She had been walking around the woods for about twenty minutes when she saw him. A beautiful buck, he was walking along so peacefully, he didn't even see her as she lined up her shot.

Anna's mind was so on the hunt that when she heard the twigs snap behind her and caused the deer to bolt she spun on casters with her gun still raised. Dean stood about twenty feet back with his hands raised.

"Damnit I could have killed you! Don't sneak up on people with loaded guns!" She scolded as she lowered the shotgun. "Do you have some sort of a death wish?" Her heart was beating fast a she looked at him. "You ruined a perfectly good shot."

"You're dunker than a skunk, you couldn't hit me if you tried." Dean smirked.

Anna frowned, for some reason these guys were convinced she couldn't take care of herself; guns were probably the one thing she was actually good at. She could sharp shoot at over five hundred yards, she could twirl a loaded gun over her head and catch it again, and she could look a man she loved in the face and kill him.

"Stop acting like I'm some sort of damsel in distress." She shook her head. As she looked up at him again she threw the gun in the air so that it spun around before she caught it with one hand and pointed it up into the air. "It was cute for a minute but its novelty has worn off. I'm probably better with a gun than you are so coddling me is just going to make me mad."

"Duly noted." He nodded as he walked closer. "You wanna tell me why you walked off on us in there?"

"Have you talked to Sam? Because he's going to need to talk to you." Anna leaned against a tree and set the shotgun down next to her.

"What did he open up his fat trap and tell you." Dean asked with a smirk as he leaned against the same tree.

Anna laughed as she pulled a cigarette out of her pocket along with her lighter. She saw Dean grimace but he didn't say anything. Anna assumed he was giving her a break because of her sisters, or maybe he could just read her that if he tried to take this from her she would snap his fingers off.

"Nothing Dean, he said nothing. Of the people you have ever told this to, on a scale, how have I handled all of this?" She asked looking up at the leaves that were in the process of falling.

"Better than most, almost creepy the way you are so cool with everything." Dean nocked her free hand with his from inside his jacket pocket. "Last girl thought I was making it all up to break up with her."

"Well I'm honoured." Anna stated with a breath of a laugh. "Do you think it's really a gypsy doing this? I mean if this was a revenge thing, maybe it's just me being vindictive but I would want everyone to know what she did. I wouldn't want people to think it was a suicide. She would be strung to the rafters by her toes and ripped to shreds, not cut a couple times nice and tidy like. And that doesn't account for Nicole. Where the hell is her skin?"

"The, um, the police said it looked like she picked the skin off." Dean met her gaze for a minute. Anna's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Like with her fingers?" She whispered.

"Yeah, they found pieces of her skin under her nails."

"Oh God." Anna muttered. "So what your saying is that everyone thinks they did this to themselves? That one of my sisters picked her own skin off and the other just sat by and watched her before she slit her wrists open? It would have taken hours; people would have heard the screams. That can't be what happened!"

"We know. We don't think that's what happened but that is what they have come up with." Dean moved towards her and she could feel his hands wrap around her waist.

"I keep saying thank you because I don't know what else to say." Anna whispered. "Thank you."

"Stop thanking me we haven't even done anything yet." He laughed.

"Well, I guess if you really don't want me to thank you," She wrapped her arms around his neck and her leg hitched up around his hip. "Then we should get back to work because I'm either going to fuck you or I'm going to fucking kill whatever killed my sisters."

"Oh I see how it is, you are just using me for my body." He smirked.

"Yeah, pretty much. So, which are you going to pick?" Anna let her lips run across his as she spoke.

Dean's choice wasn't really a surprise; there was minimal talking and a few too many twigs poking at her ass but she really didn't care. She knew she needed this more than she was letting on. She had so many emotions swimming inside of her; everything from sorrow to abhorrence filled her. But there were other emotions too not just the obvious; she was confused and worried, passionate and eager. But above all else she felt a giant wave of hunger crash over her, not for food; craving food almost seemed petty and almost trivial after everything she had seen. Instead she hungered for the physicality of it all, of life, of humanity, she was alive and she realised that was the most important.

"We have to get back." Anna pressed a kiss into his chest. "That was good though, I'll make sure to get back to you about round two soon." She got up and found her shorts and underwear resting on the ground next to them. Her shirt was torn into three parts and the largest part was hanging on a tree branch. "You know, I don't know if you noticed but I don't have a whole lot of clothes." She held up the three pieces of cloth. "I don't actually find your destruction of my things that much of a turn on."

"Who says I do it for you?" Dean raised an eyebrow as he watched her dress.

"What a gentleman." She rolled her eyes as she picked up the shotgun again and walked in the direction of the house. She was aware she looked pretty ridiculous in her bra and shorts carting around a gun bigger than her arm but she figured the area was isolated enough that no one would see her.

"Can you tell me why he bit you?" Dean asked as he jogged slightly to join her.

"Who?" She asked knowing whom he was referring to.

"The guy you were with, Ronny or Johnny or whatever."

"Robbie, didn't need a reason to do anything but I guess you could say it was because he thought he could claim me. It was kind of a brand for him." She snorted. "It got infected three days later and I had to the hospital."

"And the doctors didn't say anything?"

"What would they do? At that point I thought he loved me and I loved him, I would have taken a bullet for him I certainly wasn't going to go to the cops." Anna sneered a little as she opened the front door. "He was really good at making me feel like I needed him, but he was even better at making me feel like he needed me." She locked the gun back up without looking at him. Anna walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, she was done talking.

Anna sat on the cold tile floor for a few minutes before she realised all she had done was trap herself in a room without a shirt and no where closer to finding out about what killed her sister.

"Get your life together, Anna!" She shouted at herself as she looked in the mirror at her pristine face framed by a lion's mane of snarled red hair. Leaves and twigs had buried themselves in the mess. She needed another shower.