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Title: Life Changes
Chapter Title: Chapter Six
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!
"Dean, I'm alright. I promise. Just… get Anna out of this house. I'll find a way out. Don't worry about me."
Dean's eyes went wide, and he looked around him. Anna raised her eyebrows, staring at him. "What?"
Dean looked at her quickly, his brow furrowed. "You didn't hear that?" he asked.
"Uh… hear what?" Anna asked slowly, staring at Dean like he was insane. "Hearing voices are we, dear soon-to-be brother-in-law?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not. It was Sam. I talked to him with my thoughts… I guess he got it and responded…"
Anna laughed slightly. When Dean gave her a look she stopped. "Oh. You were serious."
"Yes, I was," Dean said, rolling his eyes. He concentrated for a moment. Eyes narrowed slightly in concentration, he looked around before shaking his head. "Anna, he's not here anymore."
"What do you mean?" Anna asked, her eyes going wide in fear.
"He's not in the house," Dean said, sighing. "He told me to get you out and to not worry. But, hell, I'm worrying. I don't know where the hell he is, if he's dead or alive, or what has him. I just know that he's in danger and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I don't know how."
Anna put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "It's okay, honey, we'll find him. Don't freak out worse than me, now."
"I'm not freaking out," Dean said quickly. "Sam knows how to take care of himself; he's strong. I'm just a tad bit worried, that's all."
"A tad?" Anna asked, crossing her arms.
"A tad," Dean said, nodding. He sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. I'm freaking out. Just don't tell anyone."
Anna smiled sympathetically, putting her hand back on his shoulder. "I know, honey, I know."
"If you call me honey one more time I'm gonna have to hurt you. Whether you're a pregnant chick or not," Dean said, pulling away from her. "Look, is there anything off in this house? Anything at all?"
"No, but --"
"Mommy! I'm home!" came a little girl's voice from the first floor.
Dean looked over at Anna slowly, his arms crossed. "Care to explain?"
"She's um… my daughter?" Anna said hesitantly.
Dean's eyes went wide and he stared at her. "What did you just say?"
"Who are you?" Sam asked, narrowing his eyes at the mysterious woman. He was now in a cave of some sort, chained against the wall. Great, he was being held hostage in a different dimension. That was exactly what he needed at the moment.
"I think you know," the woman said, walking over to him slightly.
Sam raised his eyebrows. "I really think I don't."
"I'm His wife," the woman said, smirking slightly. She ran a hand over Sam's cheek. "He wanted you, that's why he killed your mother and your girlfriend; they were standing in the way. Now he doesn't want you anymore. No, he wants your son. That's why I took over Anna's home… I want to be there when he's birthed so I can claim him as my own."
Sam narrowed his eyes at her, setting aside the shock of already knowing the sex of his kid when Anna was only a month along. "I won't let you take him."
"You won't be able to stop me," the woman said, leaning close to Sam. "His powers are great, greater than your own. He'll be ours in less than an hour of his coming into the world."
"No," Sam said, shaking his head. He wasn't pleading, it was a straight no. "You aren't going to take my son away from me, you evil b--"
The woman then backhanded Sam. She pointed a finger at him. "Watch your tongue." She suddenly looked up, seemingly hearing something. After a few moment she sighed. "He wants you here so he can speak with you later."
Dean, if you can hear me, they want the baby. They want to take him after he's born. You need to do something, they're holding me hostage. I can't get out, not just yet. Get Anna away from the house, quickly. Don't come after me. Just get Anna out.
Sam narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Fine."
"Dean, if you can hear me, they want the baby. They want to take him after he's born. You need to do something, they're holding me hostage. I can't get out, not just yet. Get Anna away from the house, quickly. Don't come after me. Just get Anna out."
"Oh, hell no," Dean said. Him and Anna were now sitting in the living room, talking about Fate, Anna's daughter.
"What?" Anna asked, raising her eyebrows at him, a carrot stick in her hand.
"Sam's being held hostage, and he doesn't want me to go after him," Dean said, standing up. "But he's right about one thing; I need to get you out of this house."
"C'mon, honey, we're going out for a little while, alright?" Anna picked a little girl off the couch. The girl in question was about two and had cute little blonde pigtails.
"Okay, Mommy," Fate said, nodding.
"You two are going to say with my dad at the motel then I'm coming back here to figure out how to save Sam," Dean said, heading towards the door. When Anna started laughing, he turned to her. "What?"
"Your father tried to poison me, Dean!" Anna exclaimed. "No way in hell am I going to feel safe with him!"
Dean rolled his eyes, looking annoyed. "Look, we don't have time for this right now. Just come with me to the motel."
"Dean, he wants to kill my unborn child!" Anna yelled. "I'm not staying with him!"
"Well, you sure as hell can't stay alone!" Dean yelled back. He walked quickly over to Anna, grabbing her arm roughly, before starting to drag her to the door.
"Don't touch me!" Anna yelled, pulling away from him. "I'm not a little girl, Dean! I am a grown woman! Treat me like it!"
Dean sighed, closing his eyes for a second. After counting to ten in his head he looked back at Anna. "I get you're not a little girl, but you just so happen to be pregnant with my baby brother's kid, alright? A kid someone wants. That's what Sam told me, Anna. Whoever has him wants your baby, so I need to keep you safe. My father is the only one who can do that."
Anna stared at him for a moment, then shook her head. "My baby isn't any safer with that freak than the things that want it."
"Yes, it is," Dean said softly, his eyes now pleading. "You have to believe me."
Anna sighed for a moment, thinking it over. She then nodded. "But if he tries to kill my child then I'm coming back here to kill you, got it?"
Dean rolled his eyes, nodding. "Fine. Got it." He walked over to the door, holding it open for Anna. "Let's go."
As the cave quickly went dark about an hour, Sam looked around, his breath quickening slightly. He concentrated, trying to hear anything that would alert him to danger. Then he heard footsteps slowly coming towards him. He braced himself.
"Sam, is that you?"
Sam sighed in relief. "Dean, thank god. Wait. How the hell did you get here?" A flashlight then shone in his face and he squinted.
Dean then brought the light to his face so Sam could see it was really him. "It sounds ridiculous even in my own head."
Sam smirked slightly. "What?"
"Uh… my inner child helped me? I sound like a freakin maniac now. Anna sure thinks I am, with this whole 'I can hear Sam' 'You're hearing voices' crap." Dean walked over to him and started pulling at his chains.
Sam laughed slightly. "I feel like one, even with your… er… inner child…. telling me it was normal…"
"It's kind of weird, and even I would think I was nuts if I wasn't experiencing myself." Dean then gave up, shining his flashlight around the cave. "You're stuck."
"Oh, thanks, Dean, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. The demon that killed Mom and Jess is about to come here to talk to me about stealing my son and you tell me I'm stuck." Dean quickly looked over at Sam, shining the light in his face. "I wish you would stop doing that."
"The demon that killed Mom?" Dean asked quietly, lowering the light so he didn't end up blinding his little brother.
Sam nodded. "Yeah… He says he killed them because they got in the way… he wanted me, until he learned that my son is going to be more powerful than I am."
"Sam, don't worry, I'm not going to let him take your kid," Dean said softly. "Um… key?"
"It should be on a table just around the corner," Sam said, motioning to the corner with his head.
"Then getting it means leaving you here alone," Dean said, sounding hesitant.
"Yeah, Dean, it does. Good job in figuring that out," Sam said sarcastically. "Dean, I'm not going to die if you're gone for, like, two seconds."
Dean nodded. "Right. I just…"
"What?" Sam asked softly, barely being able to make out his brother's face in the darkness.
"When you left through that room, Sam… On my 'trip' you died. A month ago you died several times. I was scared," Dean admitted quietly. "I was scared that once you walked into that room I'd never see you again."
"Dean --"
"Sam, it seems like death is after you or something, and we just keep getting lucky… I don't want to take any chances," Dean said softly.
Sam sighed, thinking for a moment. "Dean, if you don't take a chance you won't be able to get me out of here."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I know. Alright, I'll be right back. Yell if you need me."
"Dean, you'll be about ten feet away."
"Something can do a lot of damage to you in the time it takes me to cross ten feet," Dean said before rounding the corner.
Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. He then looked in the opposite direct Dean had left in, his eyes going a bit wide. "Oh shit."
Dean: 'Oh shit' what? Haley?
Haley: What?
Dean: 'Oh shit' what?
Haley: Shrug. I guess you'll see tomorrow.
Dean: But --
Haley: Look, dude… Dean, I gotta go. Okay? Sam, have anything you want to add?
Sam: Nope, I'm good.
Haley: Good. Bye all!