Kk Here is the sequel. I hope you like it as much as the original!

Forever Love

Chapter 1: The Travel

"Dean please! You're eyes are about to shut completely and then we are going to run off the road and die! Do you want to die at twenty-six? Because I don't want to die at twenty-three, well almost twenty three anyways..." I rambled on. I had been sitting in a car for five days. Doing nothing but sleeping, eating, and drinking coffee. Needless to say I was wired. Dean on the other hand wasn't, he had been in one of the 'I refuse to let anyone else drive' moods since Sam almost ran off the road because of a deer.

"Annie, no. Don't you need to sleep or something? And I am not going to…" He yawned. "Not going to kill us."

I gave him a death stare, which he didn't see because his eyes were closing. Just then he swerved out of the lane.

"Watch out!" I screamed. He jolted up and pulled over.

"Ok, maybe you should drive." He said.

"I knew you would realize I was right. I always am." I said. He laughed some before we switched spots.

In less then five minutes he was out cold. So was Sam in the back seat. So I was all alone with a bunch of energy. And I couldn't even turn up the radio.

I switched through stations, trying to find something that was going to play continuously. Finally I found one.

I remembered the last time I was in this situation… it didn't end well. I think there was even some kind of mental break down involving me.

I shook the memory from my head and continued to drive. We were supposedly headed to Maine. The very tip of Maine, practically Canada.

'Hmm, maybe that is an excuse to stop and shop for winter clothes…" I thought. It seemed reasonable to me. Plus I was in dire need for some anyways.

The guys also agreed to let me stop and see my dad. Adoptive dad that is, since he lived in Maine. I hadn't seen him in almost a year and I missed him a lot. My mom on the other hand, well I hadn't seen her in three years and didn't really care to. Once I graduated high school they divorced and she rarely came back. Supposedly she married some other rich guy and spent all her time in Europe.

So the back story there.

Yes, the whole thing with my mom being an Enchantress, falling in love, the demon, the curse, all that happened by the time I was three. When my mother knew she was going to die, she immediately found a family to adopt me. A very, very wealthy one at that.

They both wanted me at the time, but my adoptive father definitely took me in as his little girl much quicker then my mother. By the time I was eleven, she completely resented me. She even got drunk at my eighteenth birthday and told me that I took her husband away from her. How retarded was that?

Truth be told, once I was about thirteen and started growing up and becoming more of a… shall we say woman. He didn't know how to handle me, and since my mother certainly didn't do anything to help me grow up, he just kind of became a check book. But that didn't mean that I didn't love him, I mean he gave me a home… I guess my adoptive mother did to, but it wasn't necessarily welcomed from her.

When I called my dad and told him I was coming to visit, he told me that my cousin Gabi was going to be there. I hadn't seen her in years; we were best friends when we were younger. But once I left, we just kind of lost contact. She was a year younger then me and ended up going to college at NYU. So I guess we were both just kind of busy with our lives.

We were driving through New Hampshire now.

'Thank god, only one more state to go.' I though to myself.

I looked at the clock. It was eleven P.M. I had been driving for about four hours and was starting to get a little worn out. Sam had been passed out since like noon, well ever since he almost killed the deer. I wonder how mad Dean would get if I woke Sam up and let him drive.

I decided to wait a couple hours. So I did, until one. By then Dean was awake. Sam was still crashed.

"Hey sleepy." I told him. He looked back at Sam.

"OK, thirteen hours of sleep is way to much of a luxury for him." He told me. I laughed.

"Give him a break, he was having all those nightmares a couple days ago, remember? The ones that told us where to go? He deserves a break." I told him.

Dean must have agreed with what I said, because he just shrugged and looked out the window.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"A little, but I can keep going if you want to eat or something." I told him.

"No, I'm good. Rested and ready to go, how much longer to we have anyways?" He asked.

"Umm, we can probably be there by six, if we can get sleeping beauty back there to wake up and help us." I said. Dean laughed. I pulled over and switched him spots.

Once he started driving I closed my eyes and groaned.

"Once we get to Van Buren, I am going to be in desperate need of a massage." I told him. My back and shoulders were hurting so bad.

"Me too, I'll do you if you do me." He said suggestively. I laughed.

"I might take you up on that offer." I said. He put one arm around my shoulders and use the other to drive.

I was asleep in minutes.

I woke up five hours later to Dean shaking my shoulder.

"Hey, how do we get to your house?" He asked.

I woke up and groggily told him the directions. About thirty minutes later we pulled into my neighborhood.

"The one around the corner." I said as I pointed to an old, and huge brick house.

"That's were you grew up?" The recently awoken Sam asked.

"Yep." I said as we pulled into the driveway.

"Welcome to my home guys." I said as I climbed out of the car.