Haha I am having a lot of fun writing this story… I have so many ideas that are all coming together so I may get up to five chapters in just tonight. If I keep going like this then I will be done within a matter of days! For some reason I don't like that idea though…

Chapter 3: The Hiding

"I can't marry Dean!" I exclaimed. Sam's face was twisted in confusion at the same time he was laughing.

"Why not? You guys love each other correct?" He asked. I hesitated and shrugged.

"Well yeah but…." Other then I didn't know if I was ready I couldn't think of any excuse.

"But what?" He questioned.

"I guess there isn't thing besides the fact that I don't think either of us are ready for that step." I said honestly.

"Well think about it this way. We could just stop somewhere, do something quick and then get back on the road. Nothing has to change with the way we live, except now his life is in assured safety." He told me.

"Sam, don't take this the wrong way because I know you are just trying to help but it is so not that easy." I told him. "I mean I love Dean, and yeah for a while now I have been thinking that one day maybe we would get married, but not this soon. And just a stop by at some cheesy marriage chapel in Vegas really doesn't appeal to me. Forgive me, but ever since I was a little girl I figured it might be a little more special then that."

He sighed. "I understand, but we have to figure it out. Otherwise we are going to be chased after for a long time."

"But even then it is only one person. What about you and Gabi?" I asked. "I can't lose you two either."

Sam smiled. "Don't worry about us. Well, worry about Gabi. Not me. See, if you can do the unbreakable bond with Dean, then that will protect him. And I am his little brother so he is always going to try and protect me no matter how much I try to get him to let me take care of myself. So with you and me worrying about Gabi, and him having my back we will be fine."

That was pretty simple logic. Major points for Sam.

"Ok, I guess we have to do it. But we can't tell Dean yet. I mean if I am going to be the one to ask him to marry me, I am going to do a good job of it and not tell him the real reason." I said.

"So you are just going to trick him?" Sam asked.

"Precisely." I said shrugging. Sam laughed.

"I don't know if that is the best way to go about it, but hey whatever will work." He said.

The sun had already risen and then I heard the door open.

"What are you two doing out here?" Dean asked.

"Umm…" Sam was a bad liar.

"Sam had a premonition.. well what he thought was a premonition but it was really just a nightmare, and I couldn't go to sleep so we came out here so he could talk about it. Right Sam?" I said.

"Umm yeah… what she said." He replied. Dean looked us both over.

"Ok now the truth would be nice. I may still be half asleep but I'm not stupid." He said.

"Well actually Dean…" Sam started. I could tell it was a stupid joke. But Dean cut him off.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean retorted. But this time he wasn't joking.

"Got anything Sam?" I asked.

"Not a thing." He replied. Dean stared into my eyes. His were full of something like pain and confusion. I walked over to him.

"I wish I could tell you…" I whispered to him.

"Then why can't you?" He replied sharply. I sighed.

"Because it isn't the time." I said. He shrugged me off.

"Annie, tell me." He said.

"Dean Winchester, are you jealous?" I asked, getting it and finding it a little humorous.

"Dean, dude seriously are you crazy?" Sam asked.

Ok that was the wrong thing to say. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door. I brought my hands to my face and ran them through my hair.

"Shit." I muttered. "Now I definitely can't tell him."

"Hey it's going to be ok." Sam said trying to comfort me.

"You better go talk to Gabi before Dean fills her head with some nonsense." I told him quietly. He nodded.

"Do you care if I tell her?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Nah, she is ok with a secret, or at least I think she is." I said. He walked inside and I leaned up against the wall and let out a deep breath.

"Love's a bitch." I whispered to myself before sliding down the wall and sitting down on the concrete. I closed my eyes and tried to find something to fix this.

I thought maybe after a shower he would calm down. I was wrong.

When we got in the car he wouldn't say a word to me or Sam. The car was filled with the awkward silence. Gabi reached up in the seat and whispered in my ear.

"Maybe you should just tell him..." She sucked at whispering.

"So now everyone knows your little secret." He muttered quietly. I rolled my eyes. "You can tell my brother, and your cousin, but you can't tell me, the guy you supposedly love what the hell is going on?"

I rested my head on my hand. My head was throbbing and I could feel the rage pulsing through my veins.

'Cool, calm, collected. Cool, calm, collected.' I whispered in my head so I wouldn't blow anything up.

"You know maybe if you weren't being such an ass it might be easier for me to tell you." I spat out. God this hurt.

Our first fight. How sweet. Hah, not.

He shut up, but I could see the anger on his face and it hurt to know that I was the cause of it. But I was angry to, and I wasn't about to tell him.

He pulled into a gas station and I slammed my head on the back of the seat.

"God I hate men!" I yelled when he got out of the car. Sam got out as well and followed him into the store.

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(Dean's POV)

"Dean, calm down. Trust me on this one, if it was an easy thing for her to tell you she would." Sam tried to tell me.

"It was easy for her to tell you." I spat out. He sighed and hesitantly started.

"She didn't really tell me, we kind of shared a vision, well more of a calling." He said. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"A calling? From who?" I asked. This was just getting weirder by the minute.

"Kind of an angel. Look, it isn't something she doesn't want to tell you, it is something she doesn't know how to tell you. And trust me you may not even want to know." He told me.

I understood, but I wasn't a forgiving person or one to back down that easily. Especially with my brother. So I just sighed and walked into the store.

Truthfully, I was more scared of what she was hiding then I was angry. I mean yeah it pissed me off that she wouldn't tell me. But what if it was something like the baby was. Something big and life altering. I didn't want her to keep that from me. Sure that time she didn't know. But this time she did, and I didn't understand why she couldn't tell me.

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(Annie's POV)

"Gabi, can you get my notebook out of my bag?" I asked her. She unzipped the duffel bag and handed me my bright pink spiral and pencil.

"Thanks." I asked. I flipped through the pages of songs and poems until I got to a blank one.

"So what are you going to do?" She asked.

"I don't know. I mean I can't just be like 'Hey can I have a drink of your coke, oh and by the way can we get married so I can save you from demonic forces of evil?' Oh yeah, that would be just great now wouldn't it." I said as I started writing.

"But you can't fight forever." She said. God this hurt.

"I don't want to fight with him! I mean this is our first one and I am not to found of it. It's only been like six hours and I want to cry, throw myself in his arms and tell him everything. But it isn't that simple." I told her. I could feel her roll her eyes.

"No it can to be that simple but both you are just to hard headed to give in." She said. And she was right. I ignored her and kept writing.

"Tragic, Confusing when you slam the door
I've never

lost someone like you before
And let you go softly not even

a sound
Hoping that someday you'd come back around"

It was a little elaborate and embellished. But that's what music is. Otherwise you wouldn't ever feel for it. I hadn't lost Dean. But this fight made me feel that way.

That was all I had for now. Plus Dean and Sam were back and we were headed out.

Dean gave me a look when he got back in the car that was almost forgiving. I tried to reach for his hand but he pulled back and started driving. This was when I moved from angry to completely hurt.

We kept driving and I kept writing. Pouring my heart out onto the paper over and over again for hours until I fell asleep.