There's gonna be a lot of GabAnna moments leading up to Horn of the Gods/Elysian Hotel. I can't help it though, I love Gabriel.
Fun Behind the Scenes Note:
So, Anna's got these visions right? Well, I had NO idea how/why she got them. Her mother didn't have them- John didn't have them. She's got no Demon Blood like Sam did- so how the heck did she end up with visions?
Well, I had a folder on my computer of AU prompts- and two of them fit PERFECTLY with an idea that could explain these visions. I ran with it, and now have more depth to both Anna and Miranda ((Miranda is someone you'll meet around mid-season 6, i want to say)). It also helps connect Seraphiel ((who you'll meet in Season 7/8 sometime)). It's great! I have been so excited about this for the past 24-hours.
Thanks to all who have favorited/followed/reviewed!
Disclaimer: I Don't own Supernatural- just Annie (and Miranda/Seraphiel, as mentioned above, introduced MUCH later)
Two weeks had passed. Two very… odd… weeks.
I had transferred over from the High School to the adult educational center- and even that teacher seemed to think I was doomed to years of learning. The odd part though? The way Bobby—as well as Sam and Dean—treated me.
Nothing could come to mind, no matter how much I wracked my brain. Nothing had been said, no traumatizing case. So why did they seem to be walking on eggshells around me? Treating me like I was going to break into millions of tiny pieces?
Shaking my head, I continued to read the book in front of me. The outside cover read 'U.S History Pre 1800' but the small book I had hidden on the inside? A book on Monster lore, currently opened to a page on Djinn. Smirking to myself about the ingenious idea, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my brothers walk in behind me—until Dean swiped the lore book out from its hiding place.
"Hey-!"
"Nice try," Dean grumbled, tossing the book onto one of the piles of other books. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bobby staring at me with narrowed eyes.
"Idjit."
"How's the school stuff going?" Sam asked, leaning against wall—as two women walked in, followed by Castiel. I stiffened noticeably when I saw the two new people, closing the book in my lap and shrugging. "Them…"
"Going. Hey Castiel."
"Hello, Anna," Cas gave a small nod of the head in acknowledgement.
"Jo—Ellen, this is Anna. Our sister," Dean explained to the newcomers, who looked towards me, surprise evident in their expression.
"Sister? By John, then?" the older one surmised.
"Yeah."
"You hunt?" the younger one asked me.
"Not really. Three against one here—in favor that I don't," I frowned.
"Don't start," Dean frowned, glaring down at me.
"I know how it feels," the younger one told me," Mom didn't want me hunting either."
"And are you?"
"Yeah."
"How'd you pull that off?"
"Went on a case without her knowing. Then Dean and Sam found me—worked the case with me."
"Oh—so, you're saying go behind their back and do a case on my-"
"You so much as think about it, we're taking your ass back to New York," Dean threatened.
"Stop treating me like a little kid!" I yelled as I quickly stood up from my chair, throwing the book into the now-vacant seat.
"Hey—okay—" Sam tried, but Dean and I ignored him.
"You aren't even eighteen—and when we took you from that hospital, we told you—no hunting. You listen to us and you keep out of the hunter life!"
"Things change Dean!"
"The hell they do! Nothing changes what I said-"
"I'm involved in this whole shitshow whether you want me to be or not! I am a Winchester and—"
"You're not hunting and that's the end of it!"
Dean and I stood there, glaring at each other—shoulders tense and the atmosphere heavy. Nobody dared say anything.
"Fine. I wont hunt," I bit out," Maybe I'll just accept Lucifer's little deal—then you won't have to worry about your kid sister!" With that, I stormed out of the room and ran out the door—eager to be anywhere but here.
"Anna-!" I heard Dean yell as he attempted to chase after me. Quickly, I ducked through the auto wreckage—evading him the best I could.
"Anna!"
Crouching down, I crawled under one of the battered vehicles and waited. Couple minutes later, I saw Dean's shoes stalk past. As time ticked by, Dean's voice faded—until finally I heard a door slam shut. Carefully, I crawled out from under the wreckage and ran to the entrance of Bobby's yard—not even stopping to look back.
"I'm done with this shit," was my only thought, as I ran away once again—putting as much distance between myself and my over-bearing brother.
0o0o
THIRD PERSON POV
Dean returned to the house, the door slamming shut behind him.
"Damn it!" he scowled, tossing a glare at Bobby," The Hell was that about?!"
"You know full well what it's about, boy."
"She aint hunting!" Dean argued, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Dean—"
"No Sam! She doesn't have to go down the same road as you and I—she's got a chance at normal, at happy. I'll be damned if she screws that up by following us into all this shit."
"She's got it in her blood," Ellen shrugged," Sometimes there's no changing fate—no matter how much we try. I didn't want Jo hunting—least anything happens to her, like it did Bill. Life's got a funny sense of humor because we see how well that worked out. Now we're both knees deep in demons, Lucifer and the Apocalypse."
"Which brings me to another thing she mentioned," Bobby gruffed, leaning back in his wheelchair," She mentioned Lucifer—that he had made her a deal. Means it's not just Sam he's eyeballin'. Annie's in danger as long as Lucifer's topside- we can't send her away."
"She'd be too easy of a target—with no training in fighting whatever monsters went her way," Jo added with a slight nod.
"You might not like her huntin', Dean—but she is a Winchester, through and through. Headstrong and determined—idjit, just like the two of you and John."
"What are you suggesting, Bobby?" Sam questioned, knowing something was on the older hunters mind.
"We train her—purely for self-defense matters. Should something come at her—she'd have a fighting chance," Bobby explained.
"It's a good idea," Ellen agreed, crossing her arms in front of her," I trained Jo best I could, even without the intention of her hunting. She kicks ass with the best of them due to it."
The room was silent, watching as Dean stewed in his own anger- before he gave a small 'tch' and relented.
"Fine. I don't like it—but you got a point."
"Good. Now—we gotta find the girl," Ellen pointed out," On top of get ready to face the Devil."
"Any ideas?" Sam wondered.
"Cas- you find her?" Dean asked him, looking over at the angel on the side of the room.
He pursed his lips briefly, seemingly concentrating- before shaking his head.
"I don't know what it is, but I can not sense her. I noticed it before, at the warehouse with Gabriel," Castiel frowned," It's like she's hidden from my insight."
"What could cause that?" Jo asked.
"A number of things, none of which make sense. Either someone has etched warding into her being, thus hiding her from me—or someone has her hidden somewhere."
"Did demons already nab her?" Ellen frowned, slightly surprised.
"It hasn't even been ten minutes—"
"Still long enough, if they sensed a weakness," Sam shook his head.
"I got another idea—but somethin' tells me you boys wont like it much," Bobby sighed.
"Why?" Dean demanded, frowning at the thought of not-liking the idea. The only idea there was to find Anna.
"Gabriel."
"Absolutely not—" Dean started, but Sam interrupted him.
"You think he'd help?"
"Call it a hunch," Bobby replied," I jus' don't know how to get his ass here."
"That I can assist with," Castiel gave a curt nod, before closing his eyes a brief moment. As he opened them, a flutter sounded through the room and there sat Gabriel—in the chair Anna had previously been sitting in. With a grimace, he shuffled slightly and pulled the book out from under him.
"U.S history? Cupcake's book then—how's she doing? And you—my favorite Losechesters," Gabriel smirked, tossing the book off to the side non-chalant," Hey lil' bro."
"Gabriel."
"Cut the crap," Dean frowned, already irritated at the Arch Angel-Trickster's presence.
"Need your help, wing-boy," Bobby said, causing Gabriel to look away from the stare contest with Dean.
"What could you possibly need my help with?" Gabriel asked incredulously, leaning back in the chair.
"Annie—she's—" Sam started- stopping when Gabriel instantly sat up straight, glaring in Sam's direction.
"What did you two get her into now?"
"She and Dean had an argument and then ran off," Castiel explained, as Gabriel's eyes shot over to the younger angel," I cannot sense her location; maybe you can?"
"Why should I?" Gabriel sneered, glaring back over at Sam and Dean," I warned her—that life with the two of you would be one heartbreak and mess after another. But no—you're her 'family' and she'll 'stick with you until it kills her'. You Winchesters—you're all alike. Stupid and headstrong. Maybe she's better off— maybe you two finally screwed up and chased her right into Lucifer's waiting arms."
"You know about his deal he offered her?" Dean demanded.
Gabriel shifted his weight from one foot to the other, staring down Dean," Deal? No. But I know my brother. Interest in one—you Sam. And you continue to say no to him? He'll go after the next best thing. The one person that has no chance of fighting him off—physically or mentally." Gabriel wasn't going to say anything about Anna's nightmares, but the current situation had pissed him off. "Singer- you saw what Lucifer was capable of. Haunting her sleeping state. Scared out of her mind—just from the head games. Imagine how much worse it'd be if he actually tried."
"Are you going to help us or not?!" Dean yelled at Gabriel, causing him to just glare at the eldest Winchester. The only response they got was a small shrug—before Gabriel disappeared from the room.
"Damn it!"
"Balls," Bobby muttered, thinking to himself," You listen to me, angel boy—Gabriel—you best find that girl. Before anything bad happens to her. So help me—"
"Maybe Lucifer's so wrapped up with Carthage that he's not paying her any attention?" Jo tried, giving a small shrug.
"Let's hope," Sam grimaced in reply.
"I need a drink," Dean frowned, turning around and walking towards the kitchen.