Arriving back in the afternoon the next day the boys saw another car in the driveway. As they went in they heard voices in the kitchen.
"So you let him die" a female voice they didn't recognise said.
"If that's how you feel about it, no one tells me how I could have saved my brother, so if you're here for accusations – I don't know why the hell you came, I blame myself every day" Anya left the kitchen and brushes past them. Grabbing her keys and heading for her car. Dean ran out after her.
His hand on her car door.
"Anya, where are you going?"
"Let me go" she told him softly.
"You can't rush off in anger and speed, its dangerous" dean replied. She looked at him. She had the look of someone that was desperate, needing to get away and be left alone.
"Dean please don't make me say something I will regret"
"Can I come?" he asked. She huffed.
"Fine as long as you don't say anything" he smiled his smile and got into the car. He mentally apologised to Sam for leaving him with Emma.
He usually wasn't in a speeding car when he wasn't the driver but he had to admit she drove pretty well for going over the speed limit. They headed to the lake. Once there she got out of the car and walked down to the shore. Dean followed at a more leisurely pace allowing her space and freedom.
He came up beside her.
"So what were you going to say to me that you might regret?" he asked hoping to make her smile.
"You don't want to know, - why did you come?"
"I've seen too many people get hurt when they race off in anger"
"And you care?" she looked at him.
"I don't get what you want from me Anya, you've got this huge thing on your shoulders about people not liking you –"
"It should've been me and not Michael ok? He had a lot to live for"
"Well he didn't get a choice, it chose him"
"Dean, I don't know where I'm supposed to fit in anymore, Michael grounded me – "
"He had that about him" he moved to stand in front of her. "Anya, I hate chick flick moments, so I'm not up for saying anything soggy or weepy or lovey dovey, but if it helps any at all, I do like you you know" he gave her his infamous smile. "And whatever that chick Emma thinks. It doesn't matter, what matters is what you think and feel, and how you're going to move on" she looked away.
"Move on alone dean? I'm not a chick flick moment kinda gal either –"his touching her face made her stop what she was saying.
"When all this is over I'm coming back for you" he said to her. "that's my promise to you"
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short chapter…. But I have to think of what I want to happen next………………… who knows!