That night, Anya sat outside on the porch steps after dinner. It was dark and quiet and she needed to think, in her hand she held a letter of Michael's that their lawyer had given her this morning. It was noted to Dean. Anya knew what the letter contained; she just didn't know what Dean was going to think of it when he read it.

She heard the door close softly and felt someone behind her.

"Are you ok?" it was Dean. She turned sideways and looked at him.

"I'm ok" she patted the space next to her silently asking him to sit down and join her. He did so, not sure where she was heading. She turned the letter over to him. "Michael's letter to you, he wrote it a couple of months ago" Dean took it and just looked at it. She understood his uncertainty. Like them, Dean and Sam had never received anything in their lives much less a letter.

He opened it and started to read it.

"Hey man, ever since we were little, you were my best friend, the one I confided in and knew all my problems, even if they included Anya.

I guess if you're reading this – means that I'm dead and Anya has kept her promise in handing you this letter. I'm going to ask you a favour man, protect my sister – she's headstrong, and can protect herself but like me she wont show you when she needs someone else's strength, I guess its alright to say that Anya's always been in love with you since you guys made that dumb ass promise to each other.

I'm drifting off track here – the reason for this letter, is to say thankyou for being you, my friend, my brother. And also to let you know that the lawyer will be sending you a letter, with Anya's support, I've left all my ownings to you, all my money, Anya and I have been in racing for years and have managed to save a lot of money since we're no big spenders. We agreed that we would give it to you, to fund your mission, your dream, because that took a lot away from all of us.

Please accept it, its my dying wish, I don't want you and Sammy to end up in trouble after all this is over and end up in gaol for fraud or whatever.

Anya will clear all your debt and close all your accounts just mine to you will be open to you. Please give her everything she needs to do this.

I miss you man, hope your doing well and will continue to do so for a long time.

Be safe dude, Michael."

He looked at Anya. She was silent beside him, she was looking at him.

"You guys agreed to leave me money?" he asked quietly.

"All our earnings from racing, it was something we agreed on years ago when we started doing it, we had no use for it, and we just loved doing it" she looked away.

"No one's ever given me anything" dean said folding the letter.

"Michael and I have always made do, only now we're in the clear, and we wanted the same thing for you and Sammy, your both family to us Dean" she replied.

He was silent. "I need time to think An" he used her nickname.

"Ok" she looked away and wiped away tears. He stood up and walked back into the house. She sighed. She felt the signs on her body. She needed someone to hold her close. Just to offer her comfort. And no one could give her that.

Dean had now alienated her until further thought. And she didn't want to ask Sam for something he wasn't prepared to give. She lowered her head then looked up into the sky.

"I'd give anything to have you back here Michael, just to hold me and tell me it'll be ok" she whispered. She stood up and walked into the house, turning off the lights as she went. The boys were in the spare room, no doubt discussing the letter.

She closed the door quietly to her room and took her clothes off, and laid down on her bed in her underwear. She wouldn't be able to sleep – she knew that, but she had opted to not stay in the main rooms incase dean wanted some time out and he wouldn't have to face her.

Tears fell. She missed Michael. She loved Dean, and she missed him.

She really was a rat after all. No one wanted her.

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Sam finished reading the letter. "Wow, this I hadn't counted on, and what did Anya say?"

"She and Michael had agreed on that when they started racing" dean replied. He was annoyed and taken aback. No one had ever given him anything and he didn't know what to do now.

"And offered to close all the fake accounts and fund us so to speak?" Sam asked in awe.

"yeah, Michael made that clear, he didn't want us going to prison after all this is over" dean laid down on the bed and rubbed his face. Sam was silent for a few minutes.

"That's generous of him, but you were his best friend dean, and in a way the family we had even if we didn't see them much, we knew that they were there for us if we needed them"

"Yeah"

"So what's the issue, its obvious Michael doesn't want you to refuse"

"Its blood money Sammy, in a way, he died and now I get all his money"

"Not blood money, they started this years ago, and only a couple of months back did he know or feel what was going to happen, why don't you ask Anya any questions you have? But its bad karma to refuse this man, its his dying wish" Sam folded the letter also opting to not say anything about the Anya in love bit to Dean.

Dean sat up. "Yeah" he got up and walked out of the bedroom and went to her door. He knocked softly. She opened the door, shrugging into a long shirt.

"Dean" she had to look up – she was this close to him now that she realized how tall he was.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure, here?" she asked indicating her room. He walked in. any other room option didn't cross his mind. She closed the door. "What's on your mind" he turned to her and noted that she had been crying.

"You've been crying" he stated. She gave him half a smile wiping her eyes.

"You don't do well with weepy females Dean, I don't think they included that in your genetic makeup" she turned the lamp on and sat down on the bed. He opted for the chair by the window.

"I spoke to Sam, he wants me to accept it, but –"

"Its blood money?" she asked softly. She held up her hand to quieten him. "it might seem that way, we knew it would but Michael didn't know he'd be leaving so soon, that letter was written months ago, we started the fund 5 years ago, and entrusted it to you, out of all of us, and not including Sam, you're the level head, god knows I don't have a knack for much, Michael knew I could never get things right, or get what I wanted, what I truly wanted, which is why we went into racing, the adrenaline, the feeling that you might die on the next corner"

"And the modelling?" dean asked softly.

"Fast money, to pay off debts and keep us alive" she murmured. She looked at him. "I know it's a lot to take in, but there's no rush in accepting it or rejecting it" dean leant forward and rested his arms on his legs.

"Michael also wrote something else in the letter" her heart thumped. She hoped to God Michael didn't do what he joked he'd do.

Dean told her. Watching her reaction. He wasn't one to mince words.

She didn't say anything for a minute. "I told him not to put that in there, it didn't matter then and it doesn't matter now"

"Anya, you don't have to be alone" she looed at him.

"Meaning what? That you'd pretend? That you cared for me? I'm Michael's annoying little sister, the one you loved to pull her hair, break her toys –"

"well I was a kid, we do those things, I'm not pretending, I do care Anya, we grew up together, what I'm saying is, that if you need someone to talk to, lean on yadda yadda, I'm here" a tear slid down her cheek, she stood up.

"Would you do something for me now?" he stood up and went closer to her.

"You know I would"

"Would you give me a hug? I haven't had one in a while" he went closer to her and put his arms around her and hugged her. She put hers around him and leant her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating erratically.

They stood like that for a while. She looked up at him. "Thankyou" he gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and took a step back disentangling himself from her.

He wanted to shake himself mentally. It wasn't like him to give comfort to someone; the only comfort he ever gave was smart ass remarks and sarcasm.

"Well I better get some sleep, Sam and I have a long day tomorrow" he went to the door and looked back at her. "Night"

She nodded. "Good night Dean"

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had to include some anya/dean time….. poor girl.