(A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading & keep those reviews coming! It's what keeps me writing even when I feel like this story is crap! We're nearing the end of this "episode" (one more chapter I think) but remember, there will be more! I'm a little wary of the whole Lizzy/Anna thing... I know it might get confusing for some readers but to clarify, Lizzy is basically just Anna's stage name. They're the same person, and from this point on Sam and Dean will only refer to her as Anna. And for those of you wondering where the "angel" part of the title comes from, don't worry, Cas will be in this later ;) Let me know what you guys think; I love to hear from you guys!)

(Anna's POV)

"Dean? Dean, you okay?" I watched Sam hover over his brother as he finally started to come to. Silently I breathed a sigh of relief that I had gotten to Kate in time.

"Sam? What the hell happened?" Dean's dazed eyes focused on me. "You. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't waste you, right now."

"Dean, it's not what you think," Sam said calmly. He put his hands up as if he were getting ready to stop Dean from tackling me. The thought pulled at my heartstrings.

"I'm still on your side, Dean," I mumbled timidly.

"The hell you are," he muttered. Sam gave me an apologetic look as he tried to help Dean stand up, who abruptly refused the help. Brushing of his jacket, he turned to see a limp Kate in a heap on the floor, surrounded by a small pool of blood. He pointed over his shoulder, eyes darting between myself and Sam. "Who did that?"

Sam nodded in my direction. I didn't know what it was about this man that drew me to him, but something so small as his eyes being on me... I wasn't me usual cynical self around him. In even just these few days he'd been in town, I had already stopped burying my emotions in the pit of my stomach. One look was all it took to melt the cold, heartless bitch that I was, apparently.

"You were out cold," Dean's husky voice sent shivers up my spine and left me speechless. From my pocket, I hooked my finger around the thin chain and tossed Kate's necklace to him. He caught it, turning it over in his hands, analyzing it. "Is this supposed to mean something to me?"

"That necklace was Kate's," Sam said after a moment. "It's a protective charm."

I cleared my dry throat, finally able to speak to Dean despite his glowering eyes on me. "Gifted to her via yours truly," I muttered, crossing my arms.

His glossy green eyes looked me up and down, with such an intensity that it made me uncomfortable, and I began shifting my weight from foot to foot. Something about this made his face soften, and he replied, "You've got sixty seconds to talk. After that, if I decide I don't believe you, or that I don't like what I hear, then I don't wanna see you again before we leave this town and I sure as hell better not see you after. We clear?"

"Crystal." I snatched the necklace from his hands. "I cast a charm on this necklace a few years ago," I recalled, noting how Dean almost seemed to flinch at the thought of me casting spells. "A powerful one, too." I threw that in for good measure. A little spiteful, but if he wasn't going to be open minded then I wasn't going to spare him the details.

"You going somewhere with this?" He huffed.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking tauntingly. "Are my sixty seconds up already?" He ran his tongue over his teeth impatiently, nodding at me to continue. "I gave this to Kate a while back, before she started going off the rails. I was teaching her Wicca, but I wanted her to be safe, so I gave her the necklace. She never wore it, obviously. I didn't know how much she hated me. That spell she used on me should have left me dead. The necklace reduced its power to maybe a third, just knocking me out for a little bit. I doubt Kate even knew its power."

"Kate gave me that," Sam said to Dean, pointing at the necklace. "She tried to set up Lizzy. She's been playing us from the start, trying to frame her. You were right about Kate, Dean, and Lizzy."

"Oh, we're back to Lizzy now?" Dean shot bitterly. "You know what, can we send out memos on this? Because I thought you were going by Anna now; I mean, I just can't seem to keep up."

"Drop the sarcasm, would you?" I glared. There might be something between us, Dean – There is something between us, but you don't know a damn thing that I've had to go through. "I've got my reasons for the name change," I replied solemnly.

"Oh, the name change is the least of my worries. I'm a little more concerned about the fact that you're a freaking witch, Anna! If that's even your real name!"

"It is!" I yelled with fury.

"Sammy, can you excuse us?" Dean asked, keeping eyes locked with me.

"Um not to kill the intensity of the moment," Sam started awkwardly, "but is this really the room you guys wanna have this conversation in?"

Dean and I gave the room a once-over, remembering the dead body on the floor just a few feet away. With an almost comedic shrug, we followed Sam to where he stayed in the living room, while we continued up the stairs to Kate's bedroom. My palms were sweaty as I wrapped my hand around the doorknob, closing it behind us. This was not going to be a conversation I wanted to have. Not with anybody, but sure as hell not with someone I let myself fall for so easily. When I turned away from the door, Dean was just inches away from me, watching me with a scowl that made my heart momentarily stop.

"Well?" he whispered.

"Well what?" I responded, not sure exactly what it was he was looking for as a response.

"You're a witch, Anna! You didn't think that might be something you should've told me?"

"What was I supposed to say, Dean? 'Oh, by the way, I practice magic in my basement'?"

"I told you I was a hunter!"

I scoffed, glaring at him. "Yeah, right before you told me you were chasing after a Wiccan. 'They're like Cancer in human form,' I think is what you said."

He stared back at me , nostrils flaring. This was the most honest emotion I'd gotten out of him since I'd met him. Though, to be fair, I we were pretty on par when it came to honesty. "You told Sam," he said coldly.

"Sam found out," I hissed through clenched teeth. "I didn't tell him. Neither one of you were supposed to know about this, and this is exactly why." He stared at me in silence, making me angry. "Look, I'm not the bad guy, okay? I'm not the witch you were after, so why the hell does it even matter!"

"Because you – "

"Didn't tell you. You said that," I cut him off. "I'm a witch. I didn't tell you. I get that. But my question is which of those things is bothering you more – because one we can move on from, the other we can't."

Still silent, he stared back at me. Something in his face changed though – it became softer, maybe at the thought of us not moving on from this. Using this to my advantage, I repeated, "I'm not the bad guy, Dean. I've never been in trouble with the law, with my coven; I've never hurt anybody – well," I reconsidered this, "nobody human. Before... today, obviously, but," I shook my head as I started to ramble, trying to put myself back on track. "There's such a thing as good witches, Dean. Yesterday you wanted me to go on the road with you and your brother; Don't let my religion change that."

This time, he let my words sink in, but he did respond. Voice softer, less angry. "So what, then? We just pretend that you're not a witch and I'm not a hunter and just go on with our messed up lives together?"

I shook my head. "No, we just pretend that it doesn't matter."

He stepped towards me, closing in on the space between us. His eyes scanned my body, and he hesitantly placed his hands on the wall behind me, trapping me between them. "Alright. It doesn't matter. But the first time I so much as suspect you of messing with the kind of magic you shouldn't be, I won't hesitate to kill you."

I pouted at him playfully, toying with the collar of his jacket. "Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me." Finally, by some miracle, Dean glanced at my lips, begging him to kiss me, and smirked.

"Yeah, well, I would just kill you right here and now, but necrophilia's not really my thing and I really wanna make out with you right now."

I smiled, tugging on his collar and pulling him close.