"I didn't ask you to come over, so you could fix my garbage disposal." Annie sat at her kitchen table, her chin resting in her hand as her eyes watched Dean, who tucked himself under the sink with only his legs sticking out.
"I wanted to." The green-eyed male grunted as he fought to put the mechanism back together. It wasn't any of his business, and Dean knew that. But she was so upset from the phone call the other day, and it ended up making him upset too. He knew good people when he saw them, and Annie was as good as they come. Having her around did him some good as well. It sucked seeing her in that state. He wanted to do something nice for her. Help her out a bit. "Your lawn needs to be mowed too. Don't try to stop me. I'll just do it anyway."
"Thank you." She sweetly replied, releasing a soft chuckle. All she could do was smile. He was a good man. How lucky was she that he took in an interest in her?
"I was wondering something." He finally spoke.
"Um. Okay, what is it?"
"what can you tell me about Charlie?" The hunter asked as casually as he could. Whether or not Charlie was involved with the murders. He was a threat, and the boys needed to take care of the pack and him before something terrible happened. It was worrying that the monster had an interest, Annie. They had a history, making her vulnerable for an attack. He would lose his absolute shit if anything happened to her.
"Why?" Annie questioned. "He's just an idiot Dean. You don't need to worry about him." She was used to Charlie. His crude behavior, his wild friends. The incident at the bar was old news for her. But, Annie was blissfully unaware of what he was. Her eyes stayed on Dean while he pulled himself up from the floor. The male leaned up against the counter, casually folding his arms across his chest.
"I'm just curious." He responded to Cooley while offering a small smile at the brunette.
Annie looked up at Dean, studying him. Her brows furrowed in thought. "Not much to say really..." She stated. Annie removed herself from the table and walked over to the fridge. She didn't want to talk about Charlie. For one, She wasn't forthright. Something happened a while back, which caused her to be a target of his brand of harassment. She already saw how Dean reacted to his comments. What would he do if she told him what happened? Stalling, she fished around the fridge for something to drink, finally grabbing two cans of Coca-Cola, one for her and the other for Dean. Annie moved past the tall male as his hand wrapped playfully around her waist, pulling her in close. Dean leaned in, leaving small kisses along her neck.
"Dean!" The brunette broke out into laughter, the whiskers on the hunter's chin tickling her skin. Gently, she nuzzled her face into his shoulder before pulling herself out of his hold.
"Okay, I'll behave." Dean teased. His mischievous grin still playing on his lips. Reluctant to let her go, his hands lingered along her hips until his hands dropped, allowing her to sit back down. Dean followed, taking a seat across from Annie. Listening carefully to what she was going to tell him.
"Charlie wasn't always like that. I met him a while back when he moved here. He got hired as a line cook at the restaurant. He was nice enough. I only ever talked to him at work. Things started to get weird about a year ago..."
Now Dean's interest was piqued. Leaning back in his chair, listening to every word she said to him. "What changed?"
Glancing over at Dean, she studied him for a moment while she decided how much she wanted to tell him. "Hard to say… I know that his brother Jackson lived in South Dakota. Charlie left one day to go visit him. But, he was gone so long everyone kind of assumed he moved. He was gone for 5 months and one day he just showed up. He asked for his job back, started renting some old farmhouse in the country. He was just so different. He started to hang out with bad people, committing crimes, fighting. Everyone thought maybe his brother got in trouble, and that's why he came back. No one actually knows what happened." Annie went quiet, taking a sip of her soda. She didn't want to say any more for whatever reason. There was more to this story, and Dean could sense it. She was holding back, and he wanted to know what it was she felt she couldn't tell him.
"What else?" Dean questioned while carefully watching Annie.
"There is nothing else. That's it." She smiled.
The hunter's brows furrowed in thought, watching her shift uncomfortably in her chair. With how closed off she suddenly, became he would have thought she was a werewolf herself. "Annie. What is it?" He pushed. He was going to get to the bottom of this, whether she liked it or not.
She watched him for a minute. He wasn't going to let this go, was he? She thought. Her eyes fell to the table. She was having a difficult time trying to bring up the 'incident' as she called it. "He got fired for stealing… or that's what I've told everyone." She hesitated as she took a breath. "I picked up a closing shift. Nights are quiet, so it was just Charlie and me working. He had been trying to get me to go out with him. I kept telling him no, obviously it was because he scares me. I had just closed for the night. I walked in the back to grab my keys and that's when he corned me."
Now the world-renowned hunter found himself uncomfortably shifting in his seat. He knew where this was going, and it took everything for him not to blow a fuse. He would have liked it better if Annie told him she was a werewolf too. Clearing his throat, Dean removed himself from the table and moved to the counter with his back turned to look out the window.
"I don't want to say anymore."
"What did he do Annie?" Looking over at the brunette from over his shoulder. It was hard to stomach, but every detail was fuel to slaughter that son of a bitch.
"He started grabbing at me. Saying things like. How he has seen the way I looked at him and that I was begging for this… he pushed me up against the wall and…. nothing happened. Randy happened to stop in and he found us. He took Charlie by the hair and threw him to the ground beating the crap out of him. We didn't press charges. Randy told him if he left quietly no one would find out."
"Jesus Christ." That's all he could get out. He was fuming at this point. He had an entire arsenal in the trunk of the Impala. He could go, find him and kill him tonight. Taking a breath, he wiped his mouth. "He's dead. I'm going to blow his fucking brains out." He mumbled to himself. Suddenly, without any warning. Annie's arms slipped around his torso.
"Dean. Everything is okay… I'm okay." Resting her head against his back. She could feel his body relaxing at her touch. Slowly the male turned himself around to face Annie. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in close. "No, it's not." Giving her a sympathetic look before giving her a gentle kiss upon the forehead.
Meanwhile
On the outskirts of town, right off highway I-29 South was a small farmhouse in the middle of farm country. Once a thriving Farmstead until the family who lived there sold the land and moved away. The house laid vacant for years until a local rental company bought the home, renting it out for cheap. That's when Charlie and his gang moved in. Appropriately enough, it was now known as the party house. Wild parties and girls always, coming and going. Not low key for a group of supernatural beings trying to stay unknown. Hey, no one said they were smart. Charlie based their survival on his brother's philosophy of "Blend in, act normal and no one will suspect a thing." But maybe they should have tried a little bit harder.
Beautiful sunset of orange and purple cascaded over the open prairie. A quiet calm that you can only find in the countryside untouched by man and the poison that humanity brings. But that beauty seemed to miss the little Whitehouse below. It sounded like rolling thunder, the beat-up work truck cruising down the dirt road. Gravel and dust shot out from underneath its wheels. The party house was slowly approaching. On the lawn was a small gathering. The yelling and laughter soon penetrated the silence that had occupied the driver. The old Ford came to a sudden stop as it pulled up alongside the old house.
"Don't be a little bitch, fucking hit me!" The young man started laughing. Sitting on the porch were three others looking on as they watched their friends spar. A nicer way of saying beating the shit out of each other until one tapped out.
"What are you two pussy's gonna do kiss?" The male in the truck yelled as he stepped out. Moving to the bed of the truck, he started pulling out cases of beer. "Don't stand there grab some of this shit. Where's Charlie?"
"Holy shit took you long enough Mac." One said as they all gathered around, grabbing their treasure of booze, "Inside. Still crying about what happened in the bar."
"For fuck sakes."
All six men gathered into their den of sin like the literal pack of wolves they were. They all moved to the kitchen table, where they placed their alcohol before digging in. Mac grabbed a beer for himself and one for Charlie, who was planted in front of the TV, sulking over the ass-kicking Dean handed him.
"Dude you got to get over it." Tossing the bud light over to his friend. "Annie fucking hates you. It's never going to happen with her. Move on."
"Fuck that little bitch, this has nothing to do with her." Charlie groaned as he cracked open his beer, taking a long sip.
"So, what? That guy upset you that much?" Mac asked, unaware of what was going on.
"What are you ladies doing in there?"
"Shut the fuck up Tommy! We are talking!" Charlie snapped at the youngest member of their group.
"Are you that fucking stupid? That wasn't just some guy. That was Dean Winchester." Charlie explained, becoming aggravated when he didn't get a response. "He's a hunter. Pay attention moron. A fucking famous one too. That motherfucker and his giant brother killed MY brother. They killed Jackson."
"Oh, shit dude. What are you going to do?"
"I have a few things in mind." His brows furrowed in thought as he went to light his cigarette. "Kill them for one thing. But they are tricky sons of bitches." He stated as he took a drag. "If we can ambush them... we can get to them before they can get the upper hand. They took Jackson. We'll have to take something from them.
"Like, a waitress?" Mac offered with a cheeky grin.
"Yes. Like a waitress." Charlie repeated, returning the grin. "That jackass Dean is in love with Annie. He hasn't left her side since he rolled into town. I think that's the leverage we need."
"How we going to do this?"
"I need to figure out the details, but until then just keep doing what I tell you to do. Keep an eye on the other four they have caused enough trouble already."
"You got it, boss."
Back at Annie's house
The two found themselves cuddled up to each other on Annie's bed. Annie's head laid across Dean's chest. Listening to the heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt. It was so calming. She felt so at peace with him. "Thump. Thump." She whispered, mimicking the sounds of his heart.
Smiling to himself, the hunter peeked one eye open. "Go to sleep. This nap was your idea." He whispered in his tired state before closing his eyes once more. The brunette shifted her body weight, snuggling into his side. Everything felt so perfect. These were the moments she wished could last forever. Quickly as Dean started to fall asleep, he suddenly was woken by the ringing of his phone.
"Sorry." He apologized as he regrettably moved Annie. They were so comfortable. Dean let out a soft grunt as he reached for the phone; he answered the call. "What is it, Sam?"
"So, unrelated to our case. But, I got a lead on some vamps."
Sam managed to get Dean's full attention. "No shit?" pulling himself up, he sat at the edge of the bed putting his shoes back on. "Where are you?" sending apologetic glances at Annie. "Yeah, okay. I'll be there in 10 don't move." He loved his time with Annie and wished he could spend every minute with her, but unfortunately for him, he had a job to do. "I'm sorry. Sam needs help with something. I got to go."
"When do you think you'll be back?" She asked with a hopeful smile. Having him around was the best part of her day.
"I'm not sure. Depends on how long this takes." Taking a deep breath, Dean reached across, cupping his hand underneath her chin, giving her a gentle kiss. It was almost painful to leave her. He didn't want to."Shit." He groaned as he pulled from the lingering kiss. "I have to go." Forcing himself away from her.
"Okay but this big comfy bed and Netflix will be waiting for you." She teased.
Finally, Dean made his way out of Annie's home. Sam was waiting for him, and all he wanted to do was go back inside and lay down with her. The driver's side door opened, and Dean slid into his rightful spot. Adjusting the rearview mirror, the hunter looked up, staring at his reflection. "I'm in deep." He thought out loud. He didn't expect to fall this hard.