A/N: Ready for an update?
Disclaimer: Just in case I have to remind you guys… I don't own anyone but Annie and Aaron.
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Annie pulled away from the kiss and smiled up at Aaron, unaware that they were being watched. She looked over to her glass of water, drank the rest of it down and walked back up to her room.
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It was a few hours later, about nine in the morning. It was Saturday, and Annie slowly awoke.
'Was that a dream?' She thought to herself. She remembered the kiss and how real it felt, but she wasn't sure. She got up out of bed and changed out of her pajama pants and tank top and into a pair of blue jeans and a white v-cut shirt. She walked downstairs, seeing her uncle sitting at the kitchen table by himself.
"Hey." Annie said as she walked in, sitting across from her uncle. Sam nodded in acknowledgement wondering what to say to her.
"You're up early." He commented as he noticed Annie yawning.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Really?" Sam questioned, his voice sarcastic, Annie picked up on it, realizing somehow he must have witnessed her incident with Aaron last night.
"Cut the crap, what's going on?" Annie questioned as she stared intently into her uncle's eyes.
"Fine. I saw you and Aaron last night."
"You can't tell Dad…" Annie whispered.
"Why shouldn't I? What the hell were you two doing? I thought you guys were just friends? Dean would have never invited him here if he thought—"
"—I know, okay? It's not like I planned this, I had no idea how he felt."
"I have to tell your Dad."
"C'mon, please don't do this, it's not like we've done anything wrong. Please?" Annie pleaded dawning the famous Sam Winchester puppy dog eyes. In that moment he regretted ever teaching her how to do that. Sam sighed in defeat.
"Fine, but if you two do anything together that you shouldn't be doing, I'm telling Dean." Annie smiled.
"I promise I'll tell him as soon as Aaron leaves the house. I just don't want Dad to kill him." Annie whispered.
"Good." Sam finished as he saw Dean walking into the kitchen, he and Annie were abruptly silent.
"Did I interrupt something?" Dean questioned suspiciously. Annie stared down her uncle.
"Nope, everything's fine. We were just talking about plans for this weekend." Sam lied.
'Yeah, right. Like I believe that.' Dean thought to himself as he noticed Aaron enter the kitchen.
"I'm fixing to take off to go check out the hunt." Aaron commented as he looked from Annie to Dean.
"Need any help?" Dean offered.
"Nah, it's a simple salt and burn job, I've got it covered."
"You sure? If something happened to you, you're grandmother would kill me."
Aaron smiled. "Yeah, she would."
"When will you be back?" Annie questioned, and then looked to her father and uncle for a reaction, hopefully not giving herself away.
Aaron shrugged. "Hmm, sometime tonight maybe around one or so." Annie just nodded, not able to say more without tipping off her father. She stared at him while her turned around and walked out the door. She heard him rev his engine in his car, and she smiled.
'What is it with hunters and muscle cars?' She thought to herself.
"Annie?" Dean questioned.
"Huh?" Annie answered, looking to Dean now.
"Never mind."
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The day had gone by, very uneventful. Annie had lounged around the house with her father and uncle. It was unusual that they hung around; usually they hunted on the weekends, but not today. It was around ten at night, and Annie was pacing nervously in her room, worried for Aaron. He hadn't called, but she knew he was working a job.
She picked up her cell phone and scrolled through her address book, finding Aaron and calling his number.
"What?" Aaron answered, his voice annoyed.
"S-sorry." Annie apologized.
"No, its okay, it's just this son of a bitch won't let me burn his bones. He already broke one of my ribs I think, and gave me a nasty gash on my chest that is definitely going to need stitches." Aaron said as he took in and exhaled raspy breaths of air."
"Do you need help? I can send my Dad, or my uncle—"
"—Annie, I'm fine, I've done the job with a hell of a lot worse injuries than this, besides, I'm tossing in the match right now." Annie sighed.
"You're so damn stubborn."
"Yeah, well…" Aaron mumbled. "Hey, I'm gonna be home early, why don't we go get a bite to eat, or go to another party? You're really funny when you're wasted."
"Not tonight, you need to be stitched up."
"Aw, c'mon you're really gonna make me do nothing tonight?"
"We can watch a movie at home, or I could beat you at poker, your choice."
"If it was my choice, we'd be doing neither—"
"—Aaron, I'm not like that. Especially not in my own house where my Dad could catch me and kill you."
Aaron rolled his eyes. "Winchester, you don't know how to have fun."
"And you do?"
"Fun is my middle name. Listen, I'm in the car, I'll be home in like thirty minutes, don't stress."
"Fine." Annie grumbled as they both hung up their phones.
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Thirty minutes had come and past, and just like Aaron predicted, he was home. Annie walked down the stairs in time to see Aaron come in and assess the damage. He was beat up pretty bad. She noticed a few gashes across not only his chest, but across his torso, bruises and smaller cuts everywhere, and she noticed he was clutching his ribs.
"The hell happened to you?" Dean questioned as he walked into the living room from the kitchen.
"Damn spirit put up a fight." Aaron breathed as Dean walked over and helped him into the bathroom upstairs. Sam and Annie followed. Dean went to soak a rag in warm water while Sam fetched the first aid kit under the sink. Aaron sat down on the lid of the toilet, clearly exhausted. Dean began to peel off Aaron's jacket and his shirt, and dabbed at all of the bleeding cuts with the rag.
"Annie, go fetch Aaron some clean clothes." Dean instructed as he got the hydrogen peroxide and poured a little on his gashes, disinfecting them. Aaron muttered a string of profanities.
"Sorry." Dean muttered as he got out the stitching kit, and prepared everything. Sam handed Aaron a glass of whiskey. Normally he would have only given him a shot, but he was trying to numb Aaron since they didn't have any strong pain killers. Aaron gladly accepted the drink and drank it down, no problem as if he had been drinking for years. Dean noticed but didn't say anything.
After a few short minutes, Dean was done with the first gash, and halfway through the second when Annie arrived with clean clothes for Aaron. She set them down on the counter top of the sink. Annie just watched nervously as Aaron shut his eyes, his hands balled up in fists. She knew he was trying to act tough. It didn't take Dean long to finish up the second gash, and he was done.
"Shit." Aaron breathed as he reached over to his fresh shirt and threw it on. Annie, Sam, and Dean left so he could finish dressing. Once he was finished, he headed downstairs. He saw the three Winchesters on the sofa, watching T.V. Dean was sitting on the far right, Sam on the far left. Annie was sprawled out, her head on her father's lap, and her feet on her uncle's. He smiled. Annie acted like a little kid sometimes, and looked it too.
He made his way down to an arm chair that was beside Dean's side of the sofa, and yawned.
"Up for a movie?" Annie questioned as she got up and headed over to the gargantuan shelves that contained their DVD collection.
"Sure." Aaron responded as he stretched. He then hissed in pain when he felt the stinging of his broken rib. Annie briefly glanced over to him with a concerned face, but then returned to picking out a movie.
"How about… Saw?" Annie questioned. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes.
"C'mon Annie, we've watched this movie like a million times."
"So?" Annie stated not understanding her father's frustration. It was her favorite movie. Aaron found this amusing.
"How about we watch Hellraiser?" Dean questioned.
"But Daddy, I want to watch Saw." Annie stated in the most child like voice she could muster, along with the trade mark puppy dog eyes of course. Dean sighed once more but this time in defeat.
"Fine." He grumbled as Annie immediately cheered up and put the movie in the DVD player. She went back to her spot of the sofa and smiled.
'Sweet Victory!' She thought to herself as her favorite movie started up.
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Annie awoke with a startle. She looked around, noticing she was still on the sofa, and Aaron was in the armchair. She looked at the clock. 3:30 a.m.
"Damn puppet…" Annie muttered. Even though Saw was her favorite movie, the puppet freaked her out. It looked too much like a clown, and it symbolized death. She heard Aaron stir, and noticed he woke up.
"Annie?" He whispered as he stayed there, not wanting to cause his ribs to scream with protest.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I just had a nightmare…"
"C'mere." Aaron whispered as he patted the space in the armchair beside him. Annie got up and crawled up next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her.
"What were your nightmares about?"
"Mostly? The puppet… And Mark." Annie confessed. She had wanted to keep the latter part to herself.
"Annie, you have nothing to worry about, I've got you, and Mark isn't going to hurt you anymore. Possessed or not." Aaron whispered as he kissed the top of her head. He inhaled the scent of her hair. It smelled of peaches and crème.
"You smell so good." Aaron whispered. Annie smiled as she nestled her head into his chest. They laid there for an hour, before Annie groaned.
"What?" Aaron questioned.
"I better go. My Uncle should be waking up soon, my Dad too." Annie whispered as she got up. When she did, Aaron pulled her back down and kissed her softly. Annie slowly pulled away.
"Goodnight." She whispered as she headed upstairs to bed.
'This can't be real…' Annie thought to herself.
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