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Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Four

Set After: Fight For Survival (One Month Later)

Summary: Future Consequences/Fight For Survival/Life Changes Trilogy. Sam and Dean thought that Anna was out of their lives… Well, she's coming back in a big way.

Warnings: Typos, most likely… I type fast and don't look back… sorry!

"Sam, why did Dean leave yesterday?" Anna asked as they sat in the kitchen, eating breakfast; she was buttering a piece of toast "I mean, geez, it's so quiet in here. First we kick out your dad then Dean just gets up and goes… why?"

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "It's not important. Just eat."

Anna shrugged, biting into the toast. "I miss him," she said through a mouthful of food.

Sam nodded, looking down at his plate; he hadn't touched it. "Yeah, I do too."

"Dean, what are you doing?" John asked, walking into the motel room they now shared. Dean was sitting at the desk, writing something.

Dean looked at his father for a second, before turning back to the paper. "I'm getting Anna to admit to Sam what she did. He's living a lie right now, and I won't rest until he's saved from her."

"If you would have let me --"

"Dad, you can't kill his child. It doesn't matter if Anna purposely got pregnant or not; that's still Sam's kid. Deal with it," Dean said, still writing. He didn't once look up at his father.

"Anna, I have to talk to you about something," Sam said, looking over at her. They were now sitting in the living room, watching TV.

"Sure," Anna said, her eyes still glued to the TV, before biting into a slice of apple. "What's up?"

"Did you know that you weren't on birth control the night we had sex?" Sam asked, causing Anna to look at him quickly.

"Why would you say something like that? Of course I didn't know," Anna said, looking at Sam with a pained expression.

"Well, Dean heard you talking on the phone yesterday, and --"

"Wait. Your brother was spying on me?" Anna asked, throwing down the apple on the plate. She stood up, crossing her arms.

"Anna --"

"And for your information I wasn't on the phone yesterday," Anna said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Anna --"

"Sam, how could you be so thoughtless?" Anna asked, tears coming to her eyes. She quickly ran up the stairs.

Sam sighed, grabbing his phone from his pocket. He scrolled down the list, looking at Dean's name for a second. He then pressed send.

"What do you want?" came Dean's voice a second later.

"Anna said she wasn't on the phone yesterday," Sam said, laying down on the couch.

"I heard what I heard."

"I know you think you heard her say that, but --"

"Sam, I don't think I heard her. I know I did."

"Look, Dean, I'm just trying to work this all out, alright? This isn't easy for me," Sam said, closing his eyes softly. He opened them up again and stared at the ceiling.

Dean was silent for a moment before speaking. "I know it isn't, Sam. But you picked her over me. Over your own brother. That on top of the asylum --"

"I thought you were over that," Sam said softly, looking down at his hands.

"I am," Dean said quickly.

"Then why'd you bring it up?" Sam asked, his voice still soft.

"Sam --"

"No, it's alright. I understand," Sam said, nodding. "First I choose college over you, then Jess, then the asylum, and now Anna. I get it. I'm a horrible brother."

"Sam, you're not a horrible brother," Dean said, and Sam could almost see his eyes rolling. Dean sighed. "Look, Sam, maybe she didn't say that. It's a possibility. I'm just saying that I heard her."

"Maybe it wasn't her," Sam said, shrugging.

"Maybe."

"Can you come over?" Sam asked, his voice hopeful. He knew it sounded that way, too, but didn't really care.

"Um… Yeah. Sure. I'll be over soon." Dean then hung up.

Dean walked up to the house, his hand ready to knock on the hard wood. Wait. Why did he need to knock? His brother lived there. Dean shook his head slightly and opened the door, walking inside. "Hello?" He looked in the living room. Nothing. "Sam?" He walked over to the kitchen. Still nothing. Dean sighed, starting up the staircase. "Anna?" He then heard voices; Anna was screaming, terrified, and Sam was yelling at her to go away or something… he sounded calm… he sounded how he usually did when they were hunting something.

Realization hit Dean fast and hard, and he ran onto the landing, looking down the hallway. There was an eerie blue glow coming from Sam's room, and Anna was backed up against the wall of the hall, her eyes opened wide in terror. Sam was standing in front of her, an ESP Sensor in his hands, slowly moving towards the door.

"Sam, be careful," Dean said quickly, walking over to the two. He peaked inside the room, not finding anything out of the ordinary… besides the fact that it was glowing blue.

"Why are spirits attacking Sam's room?" Anna asked hesitantly, biting her nails.

Dean smirked slightly, then tapped Sam's head slightly. "His whole 'ESP' thing he has going on is my guess."

"Don't touch me," Sam said, pushing Dean back a bit.

"Here, let me see," Dean said, reaching for the sensor.

"No, I got it," Sam said, pulling away from Dean. "Just get Anna out of here."

"Are you insane? I'm not leaving you alone with whatever's in there," Dean said, staring at his little brother like he was crazy.

"You're right Dean. Since I'm five I can't do this on my own," Sam said, looking over at his brother with an annoyed expression.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, stop being a smart-ass. You --" He was cut off when the room started sucking them forward slightly. He turned to Anna. "Downstairs, now. Go."

"But --"

"Go!" Sam yelled, pushing her down the hallway gently. When she quickly left Dean and Sam backed up against the wall.

"Sam… Come play with me, Sam…"

"What the hell?" Dean asked, shielding his eyes at the glow started to brighten. "Sam, I think the room knows you."

Sam quickly handed the ESP Sensor to Dean before inching towards the door. His hair was now flying around, his eyes squinted.

"Sam, what the hell are you doing?" Dean asked, grabbing Sam's hand.

Sam held onto his brother's hand tightly, then walked into the room slowly, before grabbing the handle. He tugged on Dean's hand, and the older Winchester pulled his brother back quickly, Sam shutting the door.

Dean looked at Sam curiously. "So, met any new spirits lately?"

Sam looked at his brother for a moment, then looked back at the door. "Dean, that sounded like you."

Dean thought for a moment, then followed his brother's gaze. "You know what? You're right. That sounded like me at, like, age eight." He thought for a moment, then added quietly: "Did I ever go on any spirit trips back then..?"

"Sam… Save me, Sam…"

Sam walked towards the door slowly, grabbing the handle. Dean quickly pulled him back. "What are you, insane? You can't go in there."

Suddenly the door swung open, and the pull was increased. The brothers felt their feet sliding on the carpet.

"Dean, let go of me," Sam said, looking back at his brother.

"No way!" Dean said, quickly moving out of the direction of the pull. He tried to drag Sam with him, but his brother pulled away from him, before walking into the room. The door shut behind him loudly.

Dean's eyes went wide, and he grabbed the handle, trying his hardest to pull it open. But… it wouldn't budge. The handle wouldn't even turn. Dean shook his head, backing up a bit before ramming into it… No luck. He banged on the door. "Sam!"

Dean: What the hell?

Haley: Evil grin. You'll see! Evil grin turns to innocent smile quickly.