I realized I had an inconsistence with the sister thing from the first story and this one so I had to fix it up some how. I had to give more background information on Anna to do so, hope its not boring. Also, I added something in so that if, and I repeat If, I feel like making a third story with Anna Marie I can use it. Not sure about any of that yet though. But it does cause an obstacle so I hope you like. Enjoy. R&R!

Side Effects

"If the fights on Friday, what are we doing today?" Sam questioned as they all got ready.

"You look really girly when you brush your hair." Anna responded, staring at him in awe.

Dean laughed from the corner of the room. "I told him that, but he thinks I'm just kidding."

"What are the plans for today?" Sam asked again, putting the comb down.

"Cant go into battle without prepping up first." Anna answered.

"You said guns and blades won't work on these things."

"It wont."

"So what exactly are we doing to prep up?" Dean asked.

"There's nothing you can do about the shadow vampires except stay by my side. Or inside any circle of light nearest to you. That's your only protection and it's not even a bullet proof idea. But your not just facing shadow vamps if Lucian brings his kiss."

"Now real vampires we can handle." Dean smiled.

"Let's hope so." She stood up from the bed, running her hands down the front of her pants to straighten them out and walked to the door.

"So what exactly are we going to do today?" Sam asked.

"First we're going to get something to eat, I'm hungry."

"Sounds good to me." Dean grabbed the keys off the nightstand and the three of them made their way out of the hotel and to the car.

The moment Dean stepped out into the light he felt a small burning itch race through his body. Anna flinched beside him, rubbing her left arm with her other hand as she adjusted to the light. She looked up at him when he stopped walking and furrowed her brows.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing… I just got a chill." He shrugged the feeling away and started walking again.

When they reached the car, Sam turned to face Anna, curious about one thing.

"Where's your car?"

"Parked off the road next to the woods. After we eat we'll get it. I want my guns."

"You don't need guns, you're deadly the way you are."

"Its weird, I feel safer with my guns even though I don't need them."

"You got that right." Dean sat himself in the car and leaned over to Sam's open door. "Are we going to eat or what?

Dean ordered a double bacon cheeseburger with fries on the side, along with a chocolate milkshake. Sam ordered eggs and ham and toast on the side, orange juice to drink. Anna sat across from them ordering a banana nut muffin, scrambled eggs, toast, medium rare steak, coffee and an apple pie. Dean and Sam sat across from her, staring at her in curiosity, waiting for her to finish ordering her food. When the waitress left Dean was the first to speak.

"Where do you put it all?"

"In my stomach." She stated plainly.

"Are you going to finish all of that?"

"I ordered it didn't I?"

Dean just stared at her; Sam was use to her big orders of food so it didn't faze him as much.

"After we eat we get your car. Than what?" Sam asked.

"Then we need to soak some bullets in dead mans blood, then let it dry on it."

"The blood will flake off, that won't work." Dean said, playing with a pack of sugar.

"I know. That's why it's going to take all day to do this. We need to carve as X into the tip of the bullet, make four lines going down the length of it and then soak it in the blood for a few good hours."

"What's that gunna do?" Sam asked, grabbing the pack of sugar out of Dean's hand and throwing it back into the holder. Dean's hands automatically went for the fork and spoon in front of him.

"The blood will work its way into the open pores in the metal, and then we take it out and let it dry. When the blood dries it'll be four red lines in the side and tip of it filled with blood. It doesn't take much blood to poison us, it should do the trick."

"How do we get it to dry fast enough for it not to roll off the bullet?" Dean asked, clanking the spoon and fork together.

"Leave that up to me."

"Won't you get poisoned if you touch it?" Sam asked.

"No, it has to enter our blood stream in order to affect us. As long as I have no cuts, I can bathe in it if I wanted to."

"That's disgusting." Dean said.

"Not that I'd do that." Anna responded quickly.

"No, not that. There's still food on this fork."

"Okay, so after all that, then what?" Sam ignored Dean as he called over their waitress. Anna waited for the women to leave so she could continue their conversation.

"Then you guys rest up and I need to go hunting."

"Anna-"

"Sam, I can't keep feeding off of you guys."

"Why not?" Dean asked.

Anna ran a hand over her face and sighed. "For one, I feed too often to be taking blood from you guys every time. Two, I'm not taking as much blood as I have to. I'm supposed to drink as much blood as there's supposed to be in a human body. I can't do that with you guys or you'd have no blood left for yourself."

"What are you going to hunt?" Dean asked, folding his hands over the table.

"I don't hunt humans." She assured. "Well… not always."

"Explain that."

Sam shifted in his seat beside Dean, not liking where this was going.

"It's rare really," Anna sat back, looking more comfortable then possible in a straight backed chair and continued, "Muggers, rapists, murderers, criminals, if they cross my path I feed from them. And at the same time I'm cleaning up the streets of them. But I don't go hunting for them if that makes you feel better."

They sat quite for a few minutes, neither one of the two completely sure if they felt okay with that or not. Sam was the one playing with the sugar packet now. Dean was rolling thumb over thumb, staring at his folded hand. Anna just waited, watched them and finally couldn't help but laugh. It made the two of them jump and stare at her.

"How about we not talk about me feeding, it makes the both of you uncomfortable." She said with a smile.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

The food came a few minutes later, half the table was filled with Anna's order.

"Who was Carden?" Sam asked as he shoved a forkful of eggs in his mouth. The question caught Anna by surprise so that she started choking on the banana nut muffin. She took a gulp of her coffee to help swallow it down and gave Sam the full weight of her eyes.

"What?"

"Jake mentioned the name Carden before he left. He gave you his condolences. Who was she to you?"

Dean looked away from his food and to Anna. "You mentioned her to me…" He paused, searching his memory for the name. Anna noticed how hard he was trying to remember the previous night and frowned when he went on. "She was in the room with you when you made your first kill. You called her your sister."

"Yeah, so?"

"So? Anna you told us that Carden died beside you in the woods." Sam stated. "You saw her getting ripped to shreds."

"Yeah…" Anna shoved a chunk of steak into her mouth and chewed it viciously.

"She was your sister." Dean said.

"Again… So?"

"Anna, your sister died two days ago." Sam growled.

Anna slammed the fork and knife in her hands onto the table and hissed. "You think I don't know that? What do you want? Do you want me to cry? Scream? It wont do anything if I start going all hysterical so what are you getting at?"

"Show some emotion!" Sam almost yelled.

"It won't do any good."

"Sam, leave her alone." Dean said in a tone close to anger.

"She wasn't my real sister, okay? I don't need to cry over it."

"What do you mean not your real sister?" Sam asked.

"I ran away from home when I was a teenager, thirteen or so, worked for a few families to get by. Carden was a runaway too, found me after an incident I had and took care of me. There were a lot of runaways back then, I found out most of them stood as a group, it was safer that way. They were the only thing I had that came close to a family."

"You said your family went hunting a group of murderous vampires. How'd they become hunters?" Dean asked eyeing Anna's apple pie.

"One of the kids that got murdered was one of us, her name was Tonya. After that we- touch my pie and I swear I'll rip your throat out."

Dean pulled away from her plate but stood hunched over with a fork in his hand. "You can't finish all of that!" Dean growled. "Give me the pie." He went to shove his fork into the pie but was stopped as Anna grabbed his wrist and squeezed it enough for it to hurt.

"If you wanted pie you should have ordered some!"

"Guys!" Sam yelled. "Dean, don't touch her pie. Anna, go on with what you were saying."

Anna let go of Dean's wrist but kept her eyes on him and her pie as she finished what she was saying. "We saw the bite marks and I knew what it was. When I told them it broke our group into two, the ones that believed me and the ones that didn't. I taught them whatever they needed to know and then we went hunting."

"You were a hunter before that?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it's why I ran away in the first place. My parents were going to put me in a psych ward when I told them my best friend was killed by a ghost. Ever since then I've been hunting. Now that you know my life story, can I finish eating before Dean tries to eat my apple pie again?"

"Yeah."

Anna took a bite of the apple pie, teasing Dean as she ate it slowly and moaned as she put it in his mouth.

Dean sat quietly, almost tasting the apple pie as he watched Anna eat it. He licked his lips with the taste in his mouth and moaned with her. Anna put the fork down and stared at him.

"Jesus Dean, just ask if you want a piece."

"Can I have a piece?"

"No."

"Then why'd you tell me to ask?"

"Because if you asked in the first place I would have given you some. I wanted you to learn your lesson."

"Lesson learned, you suck."

Maybe next time. Anna thought with a smile, thinking about last night. Dean looked at her and cocked his head to the side. For a moment Anna thought she had said it out loud and gave him a serious look. "What?"

He shook his head gently, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing, I'm just tired."

They finished eating and headed for Anna's car where she had it last and picked it up. They had never seen Anna as happy as she was when she opened her trunk and saw all her weapons still there.

"Sam, jump in the passenger seat."

"Why?"

"Because Dean's going to get the blood and we're going to the motel."

Sam switched from Dean's car to Anna's as the other two exchanged a few words.

"I've done this before, don't worry." Dean assured.

"Alright."

"Meet you back at the hotel." Dean said as he pulled onto the road and speeded off.

"Got it!" Dean walked into the motel room with a bottle of reddish brown blood in his hands, holding it up like a prize.

"Good, everything's set. You guys cut the bullets and just dump them in the blood. I should be back in time to take them out and dry them."

"Going hunting?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back soon." Anna shut the door behind her leaving Sam and Dean by themselves. Dean flinched and stared at the door for a while before Sam's voice tore him away from it.

"Dean, you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He asked, grabbing a knife and taking a seat on his bed.

"I've been watching you, your acting different today."

Dean held out his hand for a box of ammo to star carving into the bullets. Sam gave him a pack and started carving his own. "I'm just tired."

"I know how you act when you're tired. This is different. You flinch every time you go outside."

"My ankles hurt from where the cuffs were, hurts when I walk, no big deal."

"What ever you say."

Anna ran through the woods faster then any human, dodging the trees and branches with ease. Her prey was sprinting across a small stream, its fear radiating off of it in delicious hot waves that spiced the air she breathed. Anna rushed through the woods, lost in the hunt as she pounced at the deer she was chasing; her teeth sank into the side of its neck as they fell as one to the ground.
Dean sat holding the knife in one hand and a bullet in the other, his heart raced with adrenalin, the air around him so hot he felt he was choking. Sam was by his side in an instant.

"Dean what's wrong?!

The deer kicked and squirmed against Anna, trying to stand and run, to kick its predator off of it. Anna took the pain it leashed out on her, drank the life away from it as it fought for its life. It was hard holding onto its throat as it kicked at her, rolled on the floor with her wrapped around it. Her hands formed to claws and found the deer's stomach.

Dean's throat burned with a metallic hot liquid, only he wasn't drinking anything. The air in the room became hotter and hotter with each second, his entire body bruising from wounds he hadn't gotten. His fingers tingled with warmth pouring over his hand and down his forearm like liquid.
The deer silenced seconds later as everything in its stomach seeped out on the ground. Its stomach shredded by Anna's claws. The fear in the air was gone now; the woods became an awkward silence as she fed. She filled her mouth with its blood and drank what she needed to drink. When she was done, her mouth was covered in blood, along with her hands and forearms.

The air in the room cooled instantly, but Dean kept breathing heavily.

"Dean, what just happened?"

"I don't know." He said in a low voice. "Everything just felt… hot." He stared at his hands as the feel of a gooey liquid stood on his skin.

A thread of fear raced through Anna's mind like a cold wind, she quickly spun around, searching her surroundings but found nothing.

"The boys." She breathed.

Sam had a cold hand towel resting on Dean's forehead as his big brother slept when Anna came barging into the room with blood all over her.

"What happened? Is he okay?" Anna dropped to her knees beside the bed and caressed the side of Dean's face.

"I don't know, he started breathing heavily and told me everything felt hot. I went to get him a cold drink and he fell asleep."

An idea crossed her mind, one she didn't like all that much but knew was possible. She nudged him softly, waking him up from his sleep.

"Dean, I need you to wake up now. I need to talk to you."

Dean opened his eyes slowly and groaned as he rolled on his side and sat up.

"I don't feel so good." He yawned.

"Tell me what happened."

"I don't know, one second I was cutting into a bullet and the next it was hard to breathe."

"Why not?"

"It was to hot. And it tasted different."

Oh please don't say like metallic.

"Yeah, exactly like metallic and kinda sweet."

Anna raised an eyebrow at him and frowned.

"Is that it? That all that happened?"

"No," He yawned, running a hand through his short hair. "My throat and hands got hot, and my body felt like I was taking a beating."

Can you hear me?

"What kind of question is that?"

"She didn't ask a question." Sam said.

"Yes I did…" Anna stood up from where she was kneeled and sat on the corner of the bed. "Oh shit…"

"What?" Sam asked.

"I think I did something I didn't want to… I rolled him."

"What does rolling him exactly mean?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I'd like to know." Dean said.

"I never rolled anyone before. I don't know how to handle this."

"Can you tell us what 'this' is?" Dean growled.

"I put too much energy on you last night."

"And what does that mean?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure. I don't know how to roll humans. I never cared to learn so I'm not completely sure how this is going to affect you, Dean. You felt my hunt."

"Well, unroll me." He said quickly.

"If I don't know how to roll someone what makes you think I know how to unroll you?"

"Because you still rolled me!"

"Okay okay, one thing at a time. We'll take care of this gig, wait till after Friday and then figure out how to undo this."

"After Friday?"

"Yeah."

"No way, I felt your hunt. What the hell were you hunting that it hurt so much?"

"A deer, they tend to try to get away and hurt when they try." She hissed.

"Okay and you want me to wait till Friday so I can feel your fight with Lucian and any other vampire there? That's not happening. We need to fix this now."

"I don't think your suppose to feel everything I feel, I don't think that's suppose to happen when someone gets rolled."

"So what am I then?"

"I don't know!" Shit! I think I bound him to me.

"And what's that suppose to mean?!"

"Stop … hearing my thoughts!"

"Stop thinking!"

"That may be easy for you to do but not me."

"What does binding me to you mean?"

"You guys are moving way to fast for me." Sam jumped in. "What are you talking about?"

"She bound me to her! That's like an invasion of privacy!"

"Oh shut up, I'm not sure what I did."

"Well you did something so fix it." Sam said.

"You make it sound easy. I don't know what I did wrong last night to fix."

"You had sex, bit him, and-" Sam cut himself off before he brought up wiping Dean's mind of the incident at the mansion. "Fix it."

"Okay, alright." Think, think, think.

"Think harder Anna!"

"Stop yelling at me, this is your fault!"

"How is this my fault? You're the one that did it!"

"Because if you hadn't gone against orders in the last hunt you never would have-" Anna stopped the words in her mouth and in her head before Dean could hear it, "found out I was a vampire and never gotten involved in this hunt."

"Fix this Anna."

Sam stood up from his seat and grabbed Anna's arm, yanked her up from her seat and shoved her out the main door.

"Where are you two going?"

"All you guys do is yell at each other, its not helping so I'm going to talk to her without you."

"She started-"

"Dean!" Sam yelled at the top of his lungs. "Shut the hell up." He slammed the door behind him and faced Anna. She was pacing back and fourth.

"Sam I have no idea what I did last night. There was a moment where we shared the orgasm but that was it, we didn't share our thoughts, I mean… he didn't share mine, of course I shared his, I went through them to find the one I needed. And let me tell you, you guys have a lot of issues, but this wasn't supposed to happen." She rushed with her words so fast that she sounded drunk.

"Anna calm down."

"I can't! He's cursing me out."

Sam looked at the door behind him but heard nothing. "No he's not."

"NOT OUT LOUD!" Anna pushed Sam out of the way and opened the door wide enough for her to shove her head through and look at Dean. "I can hear what you're thinking!" She informed him.

"I know!"

"Dean cut it out! She can't think with you yelling at her." Sam pulled Anna away from the door and shut it.

"Cant you just… sleep with him and take last nights memory away."

"So I can double roll… or bind him to me? No! I don't know what taking his memory away two nights in a row will do to him, and I don't want to make the … whatever I did to him stronger."

"Does he know you took his memory?"

"No, unless I think it clearly or say it out loud I don't think he can hear it."

"Good…"

"I don't know what to do Sam. He's right. I can't go into battle with him feeling everything I do. The damage can kill him."

"There's no one you can talk to, help you figure this out? Who might know what the deal is about this?"

Anna's mind raced with names, only one person stuck out from the rest.

"Ask him about it then!" Dean yelled through the door.

"Who?" Sam asked.

"Jake."

"He's a werewolf, how's he going to know?"

"He may be a werewolf, but he's been part of the supernatural community longer then I have."

"How old are you?"

"Two hundred eighty nine."

He opened his mouth, closed it and changed his question. "And he's older then you?"

"Yeah, werewolves don't get sick. They have the same healing process as vampires. Their immune system is better then any humans so it's impossible for them to get ill. Everything for them stays in the same shape, same condition as the age they turned. He's over a hundred years older then me."

"Holy shit."

"He might know what to do about this."

"Alright, so where do we find him?"

"At his house."

"Okay, let's go."

"What about the bullets?"

"We can finish them later, we have another day."

"Right… I'm driving."

What'd ya think? I didnt get an opinion on this like I usually do so please leave a review. Thanks.