Chapter 18: The Book

I needed to start with something small, something that wouldn't cause damage if I dropped it, or sent it flying at light speed, and something that wouldn't hurt me if it ended up being aimed at the wrong angle.

So I picked a rounded sea shell. I concentrated on it, and imagined it coming towards me slowly. Then, the shell levitated up and floated into my hands.

I smiled contently and did it again. Then I moved onto a pen, then a pillow, and eventually even got to a lamp within the hour.

My new powers had taken a while to get used to. Some were easier then others. Like Object levitation, and calling for things. But then, there were the ones that were triggered by emotion. And those were not so easy to handle. Like now, anytime I got angry if I couldn't control it, then something either blew up or any glass that was around me broke. I had gotten the whole controlling fire thing under control, but the glass, well I still wasn't sure what that power was.

One thing was for certain, this practicing my powers was not helping me relax. I was in the middle of levitating a chair towards me, which would have been my biggest weight yet, but Dean walked through the door.

See, I had kind of promised everyone that while we were here I would just learn to control them and not practice or use them. Well I lied.

The sound of the door opening broke my concentration which made me drop the chair.

"Annie…" Dean said. He sounded like a dad who was scolding his daughter. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes father…" I replied sarcastically. I turned around. He smirked, then walked over and grabbed my hand.

"What happened to just controlling then relaxing?" He asked.

"I know but it is so much fun to have these… abilities, I mean in one hour I went from levitating objects that didn't even weigh an ounce to levitating chairs and lamps!" I exclaimed. I really was excited about all of this.

"Well good job, but now, we have another issue to talk about." He told me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Well what is that?" I asked as I took a step closer to him. He put his hands on my waist and looked down at me.

"Well, I kind of remember promising you a real date back when we were on the way to New Mexico, and I figure that now that we have time to do that, we do it." He told me. I smiled.

"I'm glad you remembered." I said smiling then I reached up to kiss him.

Ok, so I loved Dean so much, and I am glad he remembered the whole date thing, but ever since we left New Mexico, the arrogant, self indulged guy that I fell in love with had been hiding and this super-boyfriend type had replaced him.

I hated it. I wanted my Dean back. And on top of that, his normal smart-ass and sexual comments had deceased. And as lame as I sounded I missed them, and he wouldn't do anything farther then kiss me and that was so getting old fast.

So our kiss was cut off. Dean pulled back and stepped at least three feet away from me.

"Great, well I am going to go talk to Sam about something and then I will be back…" He said hesitantly. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I snarled. He lowered his eyes at me.

"What do you mean whatever?" He said, almost angry again. I inhaled deeply.

"I think you know what I mean Dean." I said quietly with my back turned to him. I heard him sigh and walk towards me.

"Want to elaborate on that?" He asked, his tone had moved from angry to skeptical. And I knew he wasn't that stupid. I turned to face him and I was not very happy.

"What has been up with you for the past week huh? You are treating me like I'm… like…" I couldn't even think of the word.

"Like what?" He asked and tried to step closer to me. I was getting angry and didn't want to be near him so I stepped back.

"Like… like I'm a child, or like I'm a piece of glass that will…" And as if on cue, a vase sitting on the nightstand burst. "Break…" I said while sighing.

When I looked over at him, his face was twisted in confusion. Then I saw it, he was scared. But he wouldn't ever admit to it.

"Just tell me what you are thinking Dean please! I am tired of this! I want us like we were…" I said, calming down a bit.

"You really want to know what I am thinking?" He asked quietly. I walked back over to him and grabbed his hand.

"Yeah I do." I told him honestly. He looked at me and sighed.

"Well, just ever since the… I don't know accident I guess you could say I've just been… afraid of that happening again. And then when you were so weak and frail after the fight, I mean I had never seen you weak before and that image is stuck in my head. And I don't know I guess I can't get it separated." He told me honestly. I smiled a little at him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Dean, I understand, but you can't be this guy anymore." I said.

"What guy?" He asked, obviously confused.

"This guy who is like… I don't know… from the eighteen hundreds and trying to be this perfect boyfriend. I want my Dean back." I told him. He smirked the signature smirk, the one that I hadn't seen in days.

"Well good because I didn't know how much longer I could put up with that act. It was worse then having to pretend me and Sam were gay this one time on a case." He said. I laughed.

"Now that is a story I am scared to hear…" I told him. He pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on my head. His hands gently traced over my back and up to my hair where he twirled his fingers in it. God this felt perfect. I lifted my head up and looked into his green eyes and smiled.

"So if I kiss you, are you going to pull away?" I asked. He smiled.

"Not a chance." He said. I tip toed up and pressed my lips to his. Instead of keeping it slow, he immediately increased the heat. His hand moved from my hair to my face while the other placed itself on my waist and pulled me as close to him as possible. When our bodies touched I felt a million fireworks go off and I just wanted to be closer.

We pulled apart for a second to catch our breath. "I've missed that." He whispered.

"Me too…" I replied before pressing my lips to his again.

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(Gabi's POV)

"Are you hungry?" Sam asked as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

Ok, I was a considered a tall girl by a lot of other girls… especially Annie, but hell most adults were tall compared to Annie. But when Sam would wrap me in his arms, I couldn't help but feel like a little girl again. One because of that whole falling head over heels for him thing and two because he was huge…

But I loved being in his arms. There was something so securing, and so special about it. I hadn't felt this way about any guy before and I really didn't know how to handle it.

"A little, but I am more tired then hungry." I told him.

We had been at the beach all day, well, we being Sam, Dean and I. Annie was for a while, then things started floating around her so she decided to go in and figure out how to control that. But being out in the sun all day, and being chased by Sam after I stole his hat could really take a lot out of a girl!

"Well, how about I go get us something and bring it back here and we can just relax." He said. I smiled and turned to him.

"Sounds great." I whispered before kissing him. He kissed me back and smiled.

"I'll be right back then." He told me.

Ok, so being in Mexico and having down time had really given us time to think about us. And we came to a great conclusion.

We both felt really strongly for each other and had a great connection, and while he would always love Jessica, he said he hadn't felt this way for anyone in a long time and had missed it and wanted to give it a chance.

As for me, I had never felt this before and wasn't ready to give it up.

So, we were a couple. Simple as that. And I was loving every minute of it. I watched as the sun began to set. I looked to the door as it opened and Sam walked in.

"Come here..." I said. He smiled and walked over to me. "Look…" I pointed out at the sun as it lowered itself on the horizon and reflected in the ocean. The sky was painted with pinks, purples and oranges.

It was so beautiful.

Sam put one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I leaned into him and rested my head on his chest.

We silently watched as the sun disappeared for the night and then we went to eat. After we were done eating I stretched out on the king size bed. Sam came and plopped down next to me.

"Hey there handsome." I said.

"Hello gorgeous." He replied. He brought his hand to my face and caressed it gently.

I smiled and looked into his blue-green eyes and got lost again. Nothing ran through my head except the way his eyes looked right now.

But then it happened. I said it with out thinking, which was my biggest flaw.

"I think I love you Sam…" I whispered, I totally had not meant to vocalize that thought. Once I realized that I had, my eyes widened and I jolted up and headed to the door.

"Gabi wait…" He called, and I stopped.

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(Annie's POV)

The store was old and dusty. But the books in it were full of old witch craft and such.

I looked through them, not finding what I needed. Then, all of a sudden I felt as if a hand was pulling me to the back of the store. Then, on the very back shelf I saw it.

It was a spell book, the spell book, my spell book. I opened it and found the words and potion recipes. I knew this was the right one.

"Each witch has one that belongs to them; they just have to find it. And you my dear have found it." I heard a voice whisper. I shut the book and looked around, but I didn't see anyone.

"Take it Annie, you will need it…" The voice said again. I felt as if I could trust it, so I got the book and left.

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I woke up, that was the third night in a row that I had that dream. I looked over and saw Dean peacefully sleeping next to me with a smile on his face.

He should be smiling after everything we had done. He finally didn't pull away, but used his heart instead of his mind and we both got what we had wanted for two weeks now. And it was worth it.

But I couldn't get that book out of my mind. We had been to the market in the town before and I had seen the bookshop… that is when the dreams started. And this specific shop happened to be open until midnight and it was only 10:30.

I quickly got up, pulled my clothes on, scribbled a note explaining everything to Dean and left.

Ok so it was completely dangerous to walk around a foreign country by myself. But with my new powers, I felt I could handle it. The shop was only about a mile from the resort so I walked and got there at about eleven. Once I reached the book shop I went to the back and saw it.

It was huge, and weighed a lot. But it was also gorgeous. It had old engravings on it and was apparently hundreds of years old. My hands were shaking as I opened the cover.

"This book will only show this page to which it belongs to, no one else can make these spells work. Only thou who possess the power of the elements in each generation shall be able to use this magic."

The book was expensive, but I had no choice. I saw the page. So I paid for it and went back to the hotel.

I was a witch now, there was no way of getting around it. And while I hadn't been very fond of how I got these powers, I was beginning to think that I liked it.