The back tires of the Impala kicked up dirt on the back-country road. The windows were rolled down with wind blowing through Annie's hair. Her arm hung loosely out the window, her hand dancing along with the breeze. It made her feel like she could fly away. Her head turned so she was looking at Dean. His eyes followed the dirt road. A look of contentment replaced the quizzical look he usually carried. Then, he caught her staring. A soft smile slipped across Annie's lips as his eyes met hers for a moment. Dean in return reached across caressing her cheek. This was what happiness felt like. Something neither one had felt in a long time.

The Impala was now stopped. They drove further than they had planned but it was worth it. It was an ideal summer afternoon. The weather was beautiful. Sun was shining and there had been a cool breeze to combat the heat. Just Dean and Annie without the burden of what was facing them under city lights. It was still light, but the sun was getting closer to setting. It was cooling off and the sun hung a little lower. Annie posted herself up against the front end of the Impala, Dean was soon to follow with beers for both. Dean took his place next to Annie leaving no space between them.

"Do you believe in Aliens?" Annie suddenly asked out of the blue. Her eyes squinted into a quizzical look as she looked off in the other direction. She was half joking but also half serious. There was more to the question then just the face value indicated by her trailing words.

"I believe in Fairies..."

"What?" cocking a brow as she looked over at Dean with curiosity.

"I don't know. Do you?" bringing the attention back to the original question.

Her expression softened as she looked off into the sunset. I could look at her all day… Dean thought to himself. Suddenly Annie took a breath while sipping her beer... "Definitely." Nodding to herself. Then there came a pause. "Dean. The other day you asked how I smile all the time… do you remember that?"

The first thought that came to mind was how could he forget? "Yes." He replied casually.

"I don't…" The brunette replied. Turning to face Dean. "I cry a lot too." A warm smile slipped across her lips as the hunter studied her for a minute. "I think about life a lot." Dean's brows furrowed into a confused expression. He couldn't understand how she could be so positive about that.

"I think about things I didn't say. Things I didn't do. It's just kind of sad that life is more than who we are. Crying makes me feel better…"

"I don't like thinking about that stuff… how does that make you feel better?"

The brunette shrugged her shoulders "It's just how I cope with things. Like how some people cope in other ways…" Her eyes darted to the beer he was pressing to his lips. The two made eye contact and the hunter slowly pulled the bottle away from his mouth. He quickly realized this conversation wasn't about her. It was for him. She was trying to get him to open-up. "It's ok Dean. To let people in…" Her stare lingered on him a little longer before she looked away to nurse her own beer.

His head turned to the opposite direction. It was hard. He felt like he was drowning. He wanted to tell her everything, but he just couldn't it was dangerous and reckless. "Annie." He started. She loved him. He loved her, and he knew he owed it to her to be honest with her. He couldn't do it. She wouldn't feel the same way about him anymore. That was the fear.

"You can let me in…" Annie added. Lightly leaning into Dean's shoulder. He didn't say anything, his green eyes stayed focused on his boots. Annie didn't press it. He was dealing with stuff, that she could tell. But whatever it was. He didn't have to deal with it alone. She just wanted him to know that.

A silence fell over them. Dean's thoughts now playing racquetball in his head. He cleared his throat, rubbing the scruff of his chin before finishing off his beer. "I'm no angel. I'm really good at holding grudges…" Suddenly opening-up. Annie looked over at him. The walls he had built up for so many years slowly coming down little by little. "I don't know how many people I've let down or how many hearts I broke. You don't have to dig too deep to find dirt on me. But I'm cleaning up my act and I'm starting to stand the person I see in the mirror. I'm far from perfect but I'm better than I use to be." He turned to look at Annie who was hanging onto his every word. She was speechless. She had never heard him talk like that. She did the only thing she could think of. She reached across taking his hand and just held it.

"I'm crazy about you. That's all I know. Just tell me what you want Annie and I'll be that..."

Her brows fell forward as she looked up at him. Taking a breath, she pulled him in, their foreheads pressed together, their stares never leaving each other. Gently she placed her hand on his cheek… "I just want you Dean." She whispered. She had said that before. But this time the meaning meant so much more. Pressing her other hand against his heart. She felt his hand hold hers in place as their lips locked into a kiss.

The sun had completely set now. Dean wasn't planning on staying the night, but things of course changed. Dean had disappeared down the hall. He received a phone call from someone named Cas. That's what he referred to them as. She wasn't sure who they were, but they seemed rather important to Dean. Annie wasn't going to ask either. She knew he wasn't going to tell her.

Annie had moved across the room to her bedroom window. She was going to close the blinds when something caught her eye. There was a truck she never seen before sitting in front of her house. Her eyes locked on it for a very long time. Normally she would have assumed it belonged to someone visiting her neighbors. Not this time. It looked painfully out of place and the longer she stared down at it the more it felt like someone was staring back at her. It was enough to send a chill down her spine.

Suddenly, she felt Dean's arms wrapping around her frame as he rested his chin against her shoulder. She hadn't noticed he had returned from his phone call. A smile crept across her lips while he started singing in her ear… "She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes…" as he kissed along her neck… "Workin' on our night moves..." She could feel him smiling. Then without warning he grabbed Annie playfully tossing her on the bed. Annie was left laughing with Dean crawling above her giving her small kisses all over starting on her forehead, moving to her temple, cheek, nose, and finally her lips. Quickly pulling himself up, the hunter went back to the window closing the blinds for Annie. Leaving the two unaware of what was lurking below.

"Shit. I wanted to see her get naked."

"Do you do that a lot Tommy, lurk outside women's windows at night? You're sick you know that?" Mac responded in disbelief. A bit ironic coming from the murderous werewolf.

"What? She's hot."

"Just shut the fuck up. We are on recon pay attention." The older male barked.

"Jesus Christ lighten up… besides we have been following them all damn day and guess what? That fuckin lumber jack hasn't left her side like I predicted. We are wasting our time. Let's just slaughter them both and get it over with already."

"No! Charlie has a plan. Hunters are unpredictable… we need to be patient. Give it time something's bound to happen..." Mac's eyes glanced over to the younger male sitting beside him. Looking up into the rearview mirror he noticed a patrol car doing a drive through in the neighborhood. "Let's go before we draw any attention to ourselves."