AN: Another update!!! Read and review. I decided to change up the story. Originally something very bad happens a lot sooner, but I think I want to take it a different way. If you want to see the original chapter, p.m. me.

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Annie tried her best to glare at him, knowing now that something was terribly wrong. She thought about kicking him again, and him landing straight into the wall. She closed her eyes for a second, and then felt the backlash from Mark crashing into the wall. She opened her eyes, and saw him, laying there, when the door opened, Evan and Jen standing there in awe.

"Help..." Annie choked out, tears in her eyes. Evan nodded as he walked up to her and picked her up. Jen grabbed Annie's purse and slung it on her shoulder.

"Jen, call the police, and then her Dad." Evan ordered. Jen nodded as they both raced out of the home.

Annie was still limp from the drugs she received in her drink, and she started to feel so strange. She knew it was the drug at work, but she felt as though she could barely move. She was practically incoherent.

Evan loaded Annie in the back seat of her corvette, and he and Jen hopped in the front. Jen grabbed the keys from her purse and handed them to Evan, who then started the car. Evan looked over to the house from the car only to see Mark racing after them. Evan immediately pulled out of the driveway and raced out on to the highway.

Mark hopped into his own black GMC SUV and followed them. He wanted Annie Winchester, and no one else would do. She was special. Annie moaned, her head hurt so badly, and her arms throbbed from where he had gripped her tightly on the bed. There were bruises.

"Alright, we need to get somewhere safe, and then get to a hospital." He said as he maneuvered into the alleyway. They got out, all three of them, and walked around, trying to see anything.

Jen sighed.

"I think we lost him." She whispered. She pulled out Annie's phone. She had called the police during the ride, and was now going to call her father. Jen sighed again.

"Duh!" She muttered.

"Huh?"

"Annie's Dad is the police, he's a detective!" Jen said, frustrated.

"Nice job Matlock." Jen sighed and clicked through Annie's phone book. When she saw 'Dad' she clicked it, and waited for Dean to pick up.

Dean yawned; he sat on the sofa flipping through channels as he sipped his beer. Sam sat on the armchair.

"Dean, nothing's on." Sam complained.

"Yeah, well..." Dean began, but was cut off by his cell phone ringing. Nobody ever called him on Sundays. He raced up and went to fetch his phone, which was on the kitchen counter. He picked it up and answered it.

"Annie?" He questioned.

"No, this is Jen."

"Jen? Hey, is Annie alright?" Dean questioned worriedly.

"No, Mark went crazy, and we all left, we're hiding from him in an alley, trying to lose him. He was so different, his eyes..."

"What about his eyes?" Dean questioned.

"They were so cold and black..."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean hissed. "Do not let him get near any one of you, you hear me? He's very dangerous, and he's not himself." Dean warned.

"Yes sir." She answered.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, are you guys behind that old abandoned warehouse?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah."

"Alright, hang on, I'm commin'." Dean said, and they both hung up.

Dean raced over to grab his jacket.

"Sam let's go." Dean said hurriedly as he grabbed the car keys.

"Zeus!" Dean called as the fully grown German shepherd barreled out the door and towards the impala. Once everyone was in, Dean pulled out of the driveway and he sped, trying to get there before it was too late.

'Annie, please be okay, if something happened to you...' Dean thought as he clutched the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white in a matter of seconds. Sam noticed. He looked in the back to see Zeus sitting up, not looking happy or sad, but focused, as if he knew what was going on the whole time.

Evan heard wheels screeching and saw Mark's SUV.

"Shit!" Evan breathed as they started running for it. They ran inside, and Evan hid Annie behind a large bookcase.

"Don't make a sound. I'm gonna come back for you, don't move." Evan whispered. Annie nodded. Jen handed her, her cell phone, and Annie put it in her pocket. She breathed deeply as she watched them run away, towards Mark. She wanted to yell out and tell them they were making a big mistake, but she knew her friends. They were stubborn, and right now, they had to do what they thought was best for their friend, and that was that.

Suddenly, Annie cringed as she heard Evan yell out in pain, and Jen scream. She felt bad because all she could think about was how bad her head hurt. She got up once she heard footsteps, and ran and hid behind another bookcase. She screamed in pain when she felt him grasp her arm and he thrust in the cold metal knife in her side. Her head dropped to her chest, and he held her in his arms, and smiled wickedly.

Sam and Dean finally got there, when they got out of the impala, Dean grabbed a few containers of holy water, and the colt, Sam had a book with exorcisms in it and ropes. He saw the warehouse, and got out in time to hear Annie scream.

' NO!' Dean yelled in his thoughts as he plowed through the door of the warehouse. He searched around.

"Annie? Annie?!" He yelled out frantically. No response. He searched further, and stopped in his tracks, when he saw Annie tied to a chair, her head dropped still, and Mark, leaning against the wall, smiling about his malicious deeds.

"You bastard!" Dean yelled as he charged at him, slamming him into the wall.

"Dean!" Sam yelled after him. He then ran up to Annie and started to untie her.

"Don't worry, we're gonna get you out." Sam whispered. Annie picked up her head and looked at her uncle.

"I'm so cold...And it hurts..." Annie whispered. Sam then noticed how pale Annie was. He saw the cut on her side, and then froze in terror when he realized how much blood she must have lost to lose color like that.

Dean was still wrestling with the demon as he finally knocked him out with an elbow to the chin. He tied Mark up, and Sam tossed him the book, and he read the exorcism, sending the demon from Mark's body. He tossed the book a side and ran up to Annie and Sam.

"How is she?" Dean asked frantically.

"She needs to be stitched up, he stabbed her." Sam muttered as he finished untying her and he and Dean helped her up.

"Can you walk?" Dean questioned, but when Annie's knees buckled, he sighed.

"I'll take that as a no." He muttered as he picked her up now, and they carried her to the impala. Sam had her keys in hand; he would drive the corvette home for her.

When they got home, Dean brought Annie upstairs into the bathroom and laid her gently in the bath tub. He couldn't hold her upright and stitch her up at the same time. Sam walked in with the stitching kit, along with some whisky. Annie moaned in pain as Dean sanitized the wound with the whisky.

"I know…" He murmured as he struggled with his decision. Should he let her drink to numb the pain? It would be a lot worse if she didn't. He sighed.

"Here, drink this, it'll help." He whispered as he brought the bottle to her lips, and she drank, feeling the liquid slide down her throat. After she had a few gulps down her belt, and Dean noticed she was becoming a bit hazy, he sanitized the needle, threaded it, and then began to stitch her up. He kept going as he heard Annie mumble a string of profanities the whole time.

"Butcher…" Annie mumbled as Dean finished, Sam just watched.

"Get the door." Dean muttered to Sam as he picked Annie up and carried her to her room once Sam had opened the door. Zeus just followed; want to know what was up. He gently set her on her bed, and pulled the covers over her. He knew she would be out for awhile, and once she was awake, he would shove food down her throat if he had too. He left to go fix dinner, Sam followed closely behind. Zeus remained in Annie's room.

"You think she'll be okay?" Dean questioned nervously.

"Yeah, she just needs some rest, and some food to recover and she'll be fine. You've patched up worse injuries on me." Sam reassured. Dean just nodded.

'I hope so, Sam. I really hope so.' Dean thought to himself.

"So what happened to Mark?" Sam questioned.

"I called the paramedics; he's probably at the hospital. Annie would have killed me if I killed him."

"You think she'll stay with him? I mean, it's pretty traumatizing when someone you love attacks you like that."

"She knows it wasn't really him; she'll be fine, she's tough."

Annie whimpered as she tossed and turned, clearly having a nightmare.

"No!" She gasped as she awoke, she held her side gently in her hands as it throbbed with pain. She grimaced not only from her wound, but from her nightmare about Mark.

'What am I gonna do?' She thought to herself as she laid back down, afraid to go to sleep.

A/N: What'd you think? What's good, what's bad, what really sucked?