Chapter 15: The Power

I was retracing my steps from the night before. I had been thinking about it and the chances that they killed Dean were very, very slim. They wanted me, and to get me they had to use him.

I went back and followed every move I had made… well minus the whole break down, then once I was where I remembered passing out, I continued on. Then I found it.

It was an old abandoned house. A huge one at that, which was a perfect place for any kind of supernatural intervention. I got out the EMF detector that Sam had let me borrow and turned it on. It went off.

'Well that was easy.' I thought to myself. I went far enough away from the house to call Sam, Gabi and John and tell them I found it.

John told me not to go inside until he or Sam got there. But like I listened.

The front door was locked, so I walked around until I found a busted in window. I climbed in and found myself in the kitchen, or what used to be the kitchen. I quietly looked around and tried to find some trace of something. But there was nothing. So I crept upstairs and saw a door cracked up. I peeked in and I saw him.

"Dean…" I whispered. He was lying on the floor, gagged, beaten and tied. The tears in my eyes were forced back by the rage that was filling every inch of me. I rushed over and untied him. I cradled his head in my hands and wiped the blood off of his forehead.

"Dean, can you hear me?" I whispered to him. He groaned a little and blinked before his eyes shut again. "Come on baby wake up… please…"

He winced in pain as he opened his eyes.

"Annie?" He whispered. I couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice.

"It's me, come on we have to get you out of here." I said. I tried to help him to his feet, but I couldn't do it on my own. Something must have been wrong with his leg because he wouldn't even halfway walk on his own.

"Ok…" I said as I sat us back down. "We are just going to have to wait until your dad and brother get here. Which should be soon, and then we can get out of here."

Something caught his eye. His eyes quickly shifted from being in pain, to being in fear.

"Annie, behind you." He choked out. I slowly turned my head and saw what I had been waiting to face for six years.

"You look so much like your father." She said. I slowly let go of Dean and stood up.

"Funny, most people say I look like my mother." I told her. "But I wouldn't have much to judge on considering that you killed my father before I even got a chance to see him."

"Oh yeah, I did do that didn't I?" She said smirking. "Well he made a bad decision." She started to circle me and look me over. "See you could have been my child, you should have been my child. But your father had to fall in love with your mother. And let's face it the only reason he did was because she bewitched him with her song."

"He loved her and he didn't love you." I said. She was still circling me.

"You're such a beautiful girl; it is almost a shame that I have to kill you." She told me. This time I smirked.

"Well who knows, maybe once you kill me and possess my gift then you may get my beauty too because lord knows you don't have it on your own." I said, trying to insult her.

Ok actually she was gorgeous. But her soul was hideous.

It must have pissed her off though, because she grabbed my neck and forced me up against a wall. I couldn't breath, but I fought it off. I looked down at Dean and saw the pain, fear and anger over coming him. He was trying to move but it was hard on him. I put up my hand in a motion to stop him.

"You are going to die screaming, just like you're mother did after she sold her soul to save yours." She hissed. My air wasn't completely cut off, so I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the knife.

I was almost home free, but she noticed and grabbed my wrists. She was strong to, I kept trying to fight her off but it wasn't working.

So basically we were having a literal fist fight over the knife, which had some how flung itself across the room.

Then she did something strange with her hand, and my mother's ghost appeared. It threw me off guard which allowed her the upper hand to grab my throat again.

"Now she is going to watch, while I take away what she worked so hard for." She told me as she grabbed my throat again.

This time, my mother wasn't evil. It was really her. But she couldn't move to help me. I saw the tears in her eyes as she tried to fight the invisible box that she had put around her. I looked at her, then at Dean who was fighting to get to me. I felt my power leaving me, and my spirit was soon following.

I tried to think of what my last words would be. But I couldn't think of them. My eyes met Dean's suddenly and his tears stung my own eyes. I wanted to tell him I loved him more then anything and that I was sorry for letting this happen and that I wanted him to be happy and move on and love again. But I couldn't speak.

"Say goodbye Annie." She said harshly. I looked into her eyes with more anger then I have ever felt. Then suddenly, with out any help what so ever, the knife made it's way into my hands. And right before my windpipe was completely crushed, I stabbed her directly in the heart.

When the knife and my hand were connected with her I felt a surge of power flow through my entire body. It was to much to handle, I couldn't breath and I had this whole new revelation occurring.

Her body vanished. As soon as she was completely dead, instead of having a corpse she just vanished. And I was still lying on the floor, not able to move and barely able to breath. But my mother's ghost was still there.

Her box had been broken and she was now a translucent spirit who was watching over me.

"You will be alright now." She said as she touched my forehead.

"Mom?" I choked, but in an instead, she faded. And the others arrived.

Sam and Gabi ran over to me and John rushed to Dean.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"I killed her." I said with almost no voice. It was cold and my body felt heavy and uncontrollable but my head felt light and yet painful. It was some excruciatingly painful sensation that I had no joy in living.

I heard John say that Dean would be ok.

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(Dean's POV)

I saw the whole thing. And I would probably have nightmares about this bitch trying to kill Annie for the rest of my life.

It hurt me that I couldn't help. I wanted so badly to get to her and do anything I could, but I wasn't able to move. Which I don't think had anything to do with injuries because once the Enchantress was dead, yeah I was still in a lot of pain but I could move and get where I wanted.

So some kind of spell had been put on me. But it was broken, and I needed to get to Annie.

The strangest part of all of this was the knife.

It was on the complete opposite side of the room, I was up against a wall, and the ghost was trapped in some sort of invisible box. And it floated across the room and into Annie's hand.

I may never know how it happened, but I knew I was grateful.

When the rest of or current crew walked in, I instantly had my dad help me over to Annie. Sam was trying to question her so I pushed him out of the way and collected her in my arms. She winced in pain.

"You can move." She choked out. I brought my finger to her lips to silence her. She did so and closed her eyes and swallowed painfully.

"Yeah, it must have been some kind of binding she had on me." I said. I had never cried as much as I had since I had met her. And I didn't like it, but seeing her like this made it almost impossible. She could die, and it wasn't just the whole crushed throat thing.

When the knife went into the Enchantresses heart, there was a blue surge of energy that flowed into Annie. It was like all her power was transferred into her. And I didn't know if her body could handle it. Because she wasn't doing to well right now.

"We need to get both of you some help." Dad said. I looked over at the three.

Dad was staring at us intently, and Sam had Gabi gathered in his arms and was trying to comfort her as the tears in her eyes threatened to fall down her face.

I nodded and let them help us to the car.