"You need to sit still." If this was Sam. Dean would have been far more liberal with treating those wounds. But with Annie, he needed to use a soft hand. He wasn't used to someone squirming so much.

"Sorry." Her voice was at a whisper. Annie wasn't trying to move but it stung a lot. Dean had cupped his hand under her chin to keep her head still from flinching. The brunette watched him quietly as he tore open the alcohol wipe with his teeth before cleaning the cut above her brow. At contact she instinctively jerked away.

" Okay... okay I'm done." After giving the cut one more cleaning. Dean tossed the wipe on the table. He leaned back in his chair observing her for a moment. This was the most they had spoken all night it felt like. It had been awkward as hell.

" We match." The brunette offered a gentle smile. The first pleasantry of the evening. For a moment Dean wasn't sure what she was referring to. His brows knitted together in confusion until…

"Oh!" Bringing his hand up to his face. A small chuckle escaped his lips "This? Nah this is just a scratch." He has had far worst happen to him then getting punched in the face by a werewolf. "How are you feeling?" Finally working up the courage to ask.

"I feel like I ate pavement." Accurate.

Dean let out a heavy sigh. Leaning forward, he reached for the bottle of whiskey setting in between them pushing it towards Annie "Drink up. It'll help you sleep tonight." He offered. The brunette didn't want a drink and she was about to open her mouth in protest when she stopped herself. The image of Tommy was fresh in her mind. It was one that was going to haunt her for a while. Reluctantly Annie grabbed the bottle pouring herself a glass. Squeezing her eyes shut as she choked it down.

"Annie." Dean started as he waited for Annie to finish her glass. The hunter rubbed the back of his neck his tone becoming more serious "We need to talk."

"I know..." Annie responded softly. Her brown eyes fell to the table, her fingers nervously twirling her empty glass in her hand. The twirling Abruptly stopped as she looked up at Dean. "Can we talk about it tomorrow? It's been a long night..." She asked. Truthfully, she wasn't ready for what he was going to tell her.

"No." Dean immediately responded, "This is important." The hunter adamant with his decision.

The brunette glanced up at the hunter who was studying her, and she didn't protest. Annie's eyes lowered to her hands resting on the table top gently giving her head a nod.

Taking a deep breath, Dean leaned forward pulling the bottle of whiskey towards him pouring some in his own glass. He couldn't count how many times he had this conversation but now, it was different. Annie wasn't a stranger, she wasn't another case. It was time, no more hiding. The hunter brought the glass to his lips drinking down its entire contents. The empty glass danced nervously between his fingers before he set it down.

"Annie. My brother and I are hunters." Dean started slowly. "We deal in the strange and unusual. Some people call it the supernatural."

"What do you mean by supernatural?" The brunette asked cautiously, giving Dean a nervous glance.

"Ghost's, demons… monsters-" The hunter started before getting cutoff.

"What was Tommy?" Annie's eyes shot up towards Dean. This was usually when he would get flooded with questions or laughed at. Annie wasn't about playing stupid. She knew exactly what she saw.

"Werewolf." The hunter told her point blank.

It was so Absurd. How could any reasonable person believe this? But she did, how could she not? The evidence added up. The brunette took a long hard look at Dean. It took everything to keep her jaw from dropping. Slowly Annie leaned back in her chair. This time without hesitation she grabbed for the bottle. She needed it after all.

"So… you and Sam. Do you help people? Like how you helped me?" She asked softly, unable to look up.

"Yes." Dean reassured "That's why we came up to Bismarck. We got a lead on some werewolves connected to a string of murders." Dean took a deep breath, leaning forward as his hands clasped together "I didn't want you involved but… it turns out I have a history with Charlie. I have good reason to believe he is the mastermind behind these murders."

This peeked Annie's attention. Her eyes grew wide as they shot up to look at Dean. Overwhelmed was the best way to describe how she was feeling "What?" She managed to get out "Why didn't you tell me any of this? Dean—" The panic finally settling in.

"Annie" Dean calmly responded. Gently taking her hands into his "I just couldn't. Most people don't know this life exists. It's our job to keep it that way. Annie you need to understand I wasn't just trying to hide you from the crazy. Doing what we do… we have to lie a lot and I have had to do a lot of things I'm not proud of." The hunter admitted.

"Tell me…" Annie asked. Instead of pulling away from him her hands grew tighter around his own "Please."

"Annie..." Dean started. The hunter noticeably nervous. His green-eyes stared at the counter for what felt like forever. Until finally he licked his lips, leaning back in his chair "I have to lie about my identity all the time. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam and I have been wanted by the FBI. It's just easier for us to be dead then to have them constantly on our ass."

"And that's why my search said you were dead." Annie added. Her mind finally connecting the dots.

"Annie… I have been charged with Identity theft, grand theft auto , impersonating a government agent, breaking and entering, bank robbery, mutilation of a corpse and desecration of a grave." With each admission Dean's words become shakier. The hunter getting more emotional. It was terrifying for him to reveal all this. If he didn't have the evidence to back up the truthfulness of what he was telling her. He would have just looked like a lifelong criminal.

A nnie went to open her mouth only to find herself speechless. She wasn't about to try and understand everything but, she wasn't angry. What she did feel was an overwhelming guilt and it was showing. There was a long silence between them. Suddenly her brows narrowed as she looked up at the hunter with teary eyes "I'm sorry Dean." She meant it from the bottom of her heart. Her lip quivered and the tears she was fighting to hold back stained her cheeks "I didn't know… I… you tried to warn me. Dean, I'm so sorry." She no longer could hold back. Her face fell into her hands as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her words getting muffled "I assumed the worst in you. I just… I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

With no warning, Dean gently pulled her hands down unmasking her sad expression. "Annie… Annie look at me." Lifting her chin so he could look at her. Reaching across brushing tears from her cheek "You didn't do anything wrong. You were protecting yourself. Don't ever apologize for that." A soft chuckle escaped Dean's lips "I would have thought you were crazy if you were cool with what you found." Quickly becoming serious again "I never wanted to put you in that position. I thought I was keeping you safe. I need to apologize for what I said to you the other night. I didn't mean it. I was frustrated and took it out on the wrong person." His eyes dropped, his hands nervously resting in hers. Moment of truth "If you don't want to see me again I'll understand."

Annie didn't say anything, and, in that moment, Dean felt his heart drop. All it took was a single touch. Annie reached over, placing her hand along his check encouraging the male to look at her. Annie leaned forward closing the distance between them. Pressing her lips against his own in a lingering kiss. "Will you stay? I don't want to go to bed alone." She asked reluctantly breaking up their kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere."