Annie's parents met at a party of a mutual friend. Jay, Annie's father, was 20 years old and her mother Shawna was 18. Both were free spirits that liked to party a little too much. Shawna had long legs, blonde hair, and jaw-dropping blue eyes. All she wanted out of life was a fast car and a way out. Shawna liked the attention and used her looks to get it. She lived her life, believing a woman's greatest asset was a marketable façade. Jay was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He was the grandson of Lebanese immigrants who valued hard work and family. When Shawna and Jay met for the first time, it was like watching fireworks on the fourth of July. They hit it off right away, so much so that nine months later, Annie arrived. It was a relationship headed for disaster, though Jay had high hopes it would work out. They had a shotgun wedding at the courthouse with Annie asleep in her grandma's arms. But the newlywed bliss didn't last. Jay got a job pouring concrete. He stopped drinking and focused solely on building a future for his little girl, who became his pride and joy. But Shawna got bored. The party never stopped for her. She couldn't hold a job, Shawna drank too much and didn't want to be a mom. Annie was a burden, and Shawna would pawn her off to anyone willing to watch her while Jay was working.

Shawna resented Annie and felt her daughter stole her youth. The young mother wanted to go to Rome and Paris. Now with a child, she would never get that chance. The older Annie got, she could feel it. Her mother didn't love her, and it was clear to see.

The growing pains of adolescence hit Annie hard, awkward, a bit too tall for her body. She fought through braces and a series of ointments to correct where her hormones went finger-painting. But when she was 16, things started to come together, Annie's skin cleared, she grew into her height. Annie bloomed into a beautiful young lady who looked like her father. Dark long hair and dark chocolate-colored eyes. But as everyone knows. Kids are cruel, and so can jealous parents. Annie already stained with insecurity, Shawna used it as a tool to remind Annie how much she took from her.

Then

Annie had taken a summer job at the local drive-in. She just got her license, and her dad wanted to buy her a car. When asked about it. Annie told him no she wanted to earn her car herself. The 16-year-old managed to save up a little bit of money. Not enough for a car just yet but enough to make herself feel proud. She understood the value of hard work. Taking some money she saved up, she decided to treat herself. Annie walked down to the mall and decided to buy that cute blue dress she had seen at JCPenney's. Blue was her favorite color. She had no idea where she was going to wear it, but Annie held onto hope that maybe when school started up that Tommy, the boy she had been crushing on, would ask her to the homecoming dance.

Annie stood in front of her full-length mirror while turning her body this way, and then that way, admiring her shape in this new dress she bought herself. She liked how she looked in it. But she still couldn't help but wonder if it would look better if she lost a little weight, as one hand pressed against her abdomen as she sucked in.

"Annie?" she heard being called. Her mom. Her eyes darted to her bedroom door as she quickly turned the volume of her radio down. Her name, called again until finally, the door pushed open slowly. Leaning in against the door was her mother. Smiling at her daughter. "I thought I heard you up here," Shawna explained as she stepped away from the door, moving across the room to stand next to her daughter. Annie stayed silent. Anything she said was bound to set her off.

Shawna tilted her head slightly, taken in her appearance as she stared off into the mirror, fixing her hair. "I remember when I was your age..." she stated. Shawna reached over, grabbing Annie by the arm, pulling her close, so Annie was standing in front of her. Shawna, now standing behind her daughter, softly pulled Annie's long hair out of her face, taking a long look at her. A gentle smile as she observed her bouquet of the daughter until "You're starting to look a little fat." She coldly told her before leaving the room. The door shut, and Annie was left standing there alone.

Later that night at dinner, her father would ask his crestfallen daughter why she wasn't eating the spaghetti he made, knowing it was her favorite. She would quietly reply. "I'm not feeling good." Her mother would sit there, acting like she had no idea what was wrong; when Annie excused herself from the table. Jay would turn to Shawna." What did you say to her?" Coming to his daughter's aid. He knew all too well of his wife's head games.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Shawna would reply smugly.

Annie never took that dress out of her closest ever again.

Three weeks later.

It was 3:30 pm, and Annie had walked home from work. Her dad was still at his job. Of course, she wasn't about to ask her mom to do anything for her. Annie had walked up the driveway when a few houses down; she could see the mail truck. She found it odd. It seemed late for the mail to be showing up, Annie thought. Shrugging it off, she walked up to the house before realizing she forgot her house key. When knocking on the door didn't work, she called her dad, hoping he would answer.

"Dad! Hi. Sorry, I know you're busy. I forgot my key, and it doesn't look like mom's home. Where do you keep the spare again?" Searching around the decorative rocks placed outside their front door. Annie found the not so secret hiding spot. "Found it! Okay, Love you." She made sure to tell him that always. When she walked in, Annie knew something was weird. The lights were off, but she could hear soft music coming from her parent's bedroom. While Annie knew she was going to regret doing it, she went to look anyways. She took slow, cautious steps while on her investigation. The closer Annie got to the door, the noises became clearer, laughter, and soft moaning. She knew right away. Holding her breath, Annie forcibly slammed the door open. She stood there in shock, seeing her mom riding the mailman like a mechanical bull. "Oh my God!" she could have died. Annie stood there, watching them both frantically trying to find their underwear. Now Annie could have run out or started yelling. Oh no. She could hear her mom pleading with her to not tell her father, and suddenly, Annie realized the game changed. A smile slipped across her lips while she watched the two in their compromising position. "You don't get to tell me what to do ever again…Shawna."

Shawna moved out that night. She left her credit cards, her wedding ring, and a teenage daughter who was more than happy singing like a canary to her father.

"It's just you and me now kid." Jay sighed. He knew this day was bound to happen, but it didn't ease the sting. He looked up from his beer to his daughter sitting across from him.

"It always has been." She replied honestly. The two just looked at each other for a moment. Then a shared smile. They were going to be okay.

Two years ago.

It was a beautiful ceremony with a lot of laughter and tears. Jay had fought a hard battle and finally had the peace he deserved. When cancer happened., it happened fast. It turned out Jay had it for a while before he got checked out, and when he finally did, it was too late. This day wasn't about his death, no. It was a celebration of his life. Everyone had gathered at Annie's and Jay's home. Eating, drinking, and laughing. It was a comforting sight, seeing everyone come together. Her dad would have loved this

"Randy. Come here." his wife whispered as she looked out the front window. Her eyes glued to the couple walking up the driveway. "They have a lot of nerve showing up. She hasn't even seen Annie in ten years."

Wiping his mouth, the male furrowed his brows together as he stepped away, ready to intervene. "I'll take care of it." He told her before stepping out the front door. Shawna and Jerry were not welcome here. They were not going to make a scene at his best friend's funeral and upset Annie.

Deborah, Randy's wife, pulled Annie into a group of family and friends to distract her from the argument unfolding on the lawn. Knowing something was weird, Annie managed to escape the group to see what Randy was up too. Annie walked to the window seeing it for herself.

"You have been poisoning her from two thousand miles away. You aren't going to do it here and not today." The restaurant owner warned.

"Randy..." the young woman interrupted. Arms folded as she stepped out on to the lawn. Her eyes drifted to Jerry. The last time she saw him, his pants were around his ankles. Then they fell on her. She knew why Shawna came. Annie didn't know who called them, but she guessed they were looking for insurance money.

"You're not welcomed. Get off my lawn or I'm calling the cops."

Now

"I'm getting too old for this shit!" Randy came storming into the back where Annie and two other girls she worked with; were gathered around gossiping. Giving a scolding look at the three. "Shouldn't you be doing something?" Asking before heading back into the kitchen.

"What's wrong with him?" One asked while they all snickered. All too familiar with his temperament when dealing with the public. Business as usual.

"Annie. You have visitors." One of the cooks peeked in.

"Holy. Shit…" Slowly the two other women glanced over at the brunette with cheeky grins. "Is it him? Mister tall and rugged?" Annie just smiled, shrugging her shoulders. Like a pack of lions, the three gathered around the door spying on the two Winchesters.

"That taller one is really cute. I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"I like the other one."

"That one's off-limits. He's Annie's."

"Abort they're looking!" One warned, causing the group of women to flee from the door.

"Okay, this is ridiculous I'm going out there," Annie announced. It felt like slow motion as she pushed the door open. Her eyes fell on Dean, and slowly he turned, his eyes meeting hers while offering a soft smile. She felt like melted butter.