It had been a week. Annie was trying to reacquaint herself with the normalcy that everyday life possessed. No flirtatious green-eyed males, no more whispers of sweet promises in her ear, just life as usual. Even going to work started to feel routine again. Yet her mind wandered, going back to the faint hint of stubble that lined his jaw, the plumpness of his bottom lip as it pressed against her own, how he tasted so achingly familiar and safe. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop herself from missing Dean. He was everything she ever wanted, and, in a blink, it was gone as quickly as it happened.

Annie was by herself walking down the street. She had just left the movie theater. The brunette use to go to movies by herself all the time but hadn't in a while. It was a nice change. She didn't mind do things on her own it was peaceful, and it helped her mind not think about her troubles for a couple of hours. It was a beautiful night, so she decided to walk around and enjoy it. The entrance to the pizzeria she happened to be walking by opened. Truth be told she wasn't paying attention and before she knew it, she collided with the person walking out. You couldn't have written this better. She felt the grip of the male grabbing a hold of her, so she didn't fall over. She felt her heart stop the moment she looked up. It was Dean.

The hunter held her loosely before he let her go. You could cut the tension with a knife. Sam understanding that they needed to be alone told his brother to meet him at the car. The two looked as if they both seen ghosts. Annie was simply shocked at seeing him. Dean was fighting the urge to open his mouth. He didn't want to be the first one to speak. But he didn't have to worry… "I hadn't seen you around… I thought you and your brother had left." Annie's eyes darted to her shoes. It was hard to look at him. She thought if she did run into him again that she would be fine… she wasn't fine. They had shared intimate moments together now they felt like strangers.

"No. Still here." Dean added. Unsure himself what to even say. His hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets. His eyes looking anywhere but at her. This was uncomfortable.

After what felt like an eternity of silence Annie spoke "It was nice seeing you..." No, it wasn't. This entire situation was shit. Dean stood there ready to let her walk away and put this all behind him. The moment she went to turn he couldn't do it "Annie. Wait. We need to talk… please."

A pause came from the brunette. Reluctantly turning around to face him. Dean motioned for them to walk further down so they were out of the way.

"I miss you… I'm not even going to try to deny that." Dean admitted to her.

"I miss you too…" She started slowly. But neither one could deny why they were in this situation. They really were making this harder for themselves.

The hunter stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers. Gently, he brushed his fingers through her hair, tucking strands behind her ear like he had done so many times before… "I miss the sound of your voice… your laugh. The feeling of your body pressed against mine..."

Annie found herself melting into every word. The back of her eyes filling with tears at the sweet memories. One part of her wanted to take his hand and drive off into the sunset. The other part however remembered why they were in this position… "Dean… we both know why we are here." Slowly she felt his hand drop from her cheek as the hunter took a step back.

"Annie… listen to me. I can't tell you because you won't believe it."

"Dean. Try me..." She pushed. The male's eyes narrowed. His stare never faltered. He was mauling it over like he was determining how much of that water he could test. He soon shook his head ridding the idea from his mind... "Annie. I already told you I can't."

"Dean!" she barked. He was unbelievable. "Do you understand how difficult this is for me? Do you? Even right now I'm still madly in love with you and I have no idea who you even are!" Just like that everything turned sour again.

"You know who I am! I have been nothing but myself the moment we met..." Dean interrupted.

"Really that's funny because according to public record you're dead!"

"Jesus. Will you keep your voice down!" He yelled back. The two glanced over seeing on lookers rubbernecking on their argument "Oh that's nice...".

"I have been nothing but truthful to you Dean. I told you everything and you haven't given me anything."

The hunter wiped his mouth. Throwing his hands up "What do you want me to tell you?!" he responded out of frustration.

"The truth Dean." That's all she wanted. Why did it have to be this hard?

"Yeah well… I don't know what to tell ya." The hunter shrugged. Trying to keep that indifference but, he felt himself slowly cracking.

"You are ridiculous." It was hard to believe this was the same person she met at the diner.

"I'm ridiculous? You're ridiculous." Dean suddenly snapped. He couldn't stop himself. "You're so worried about me... what about you? Huh Annie? You're waitressing in a truck stop diner. You are going to be stuck in this town the rest of your life. At least now I won't have to watch you turn into your mom." He heard himself say it. He wished he hadn't, and he had no idea why he said it. The worst part was he didn't even mean it. He was getting frustrated and that's what he did. He allowed himself to get consumed with anger and he used it as weapon.

"Excuse me?" Baffled was the best way to describe what she was feeling. Was he really talking to her like this? She could have slapped him in the mouth. She was a bit speechless until... "I'm going to give you a minute to think about what you just said to me."

It was probably too late to hope for everything to turn sweet again like it was in the beginning. There was no coming back from this one. They went from getting drunk, nervous touches and waking up next to each other to yelling on the streets and saying things they didn't mean.

"How about you be you and I'll be me." Dean replied after a long minute.

"Fine by me." The brunette started to walk away without a second thought. They were yelling, and feelings were hurt. What was the point?

"Wait." The hunter urged. Reaching out, he gently grabbed her arm pulling her in close to him. Despite it all he still wasn't ready for her to walk away. "What are we doing?" He asked softly.

Annie's brown eyes looked up at him, her gaze softened like the anger she was feeling only moments ago slipped away and she shrugged. "I don't know." For a split second everything felt fine. The brunette reached up, her hand resting against the scruff of his chin… "I wish you the best of luck in life… goodbye Dean." Her hand fell from his cheek. It was over. They were over.

He could feel the lump form in his throat. His heart sinking as he watched her walk away. A sickening feeling in the pit of his stomaching knowing this would be the last time and what a worst way to end it. The hunter after watching her disappear turned and walked back to the Impala feeling like a defeated man. This was not his proudest moment. This was going to haunt him for a long time.