Hello! Sorry, it's been awhile. My laptop has been broken and I had to send it off to get it fixed, but I finally have it back! Here's a long chapter to make up for lost time. I'm hoping I get more attention to this story! PLEASE REVIEW on what you think! ENJOY!
Her eyes shifted to the sleeping figures on the separate couches in the living room. Her lungs took a breath in to sniff the change in the scents. She could smell the sweat barely beading off Dean's forehead and her hearing picked up the heightened pulse his heart started pumping and his breathing quickened. She watched his figure across the room closely when he let out a soft grunt and his leg twitched once. He was having a nightmare, but she wondered what he was trying to get away from in his dream. Even the famous Winchester brothers have fears, regardless of the millions of monsters they have faced without a second thought.
She almost jumped when Dean suddenly shot up from the couch in short gasps and wiped the sweat covering his forehead. The instinct in her ached to duck behind a table, hide in the dark, and watch Dean like he was prey, but she needed to be normal. His eyes flew toward her standing figure in the corner of the room by the window. He recognized her quickly, thank goodness, or else he might of shot at her before asking questions. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked as if offended. She figured he might not have liked the fact that she just witnessed his nightmare episode.
She delayed slightly in thought, "I couldn't sleep in that bed upstairs. I needed some air." She lied. Sleep never was her favorite thing. She would sleep often but not as often as she should. The animal in her is always paranoid of anything that could sneak up when she has her eyes closed. With centuries on her side, she needed to watch her back.
"So you decided to watch us sleep? You're not showcasing your trust so well, Sweetheart." Dean questioned with suspicion as he swung his legs to the side, and rubbed the back of his neck. Anya had to admit, it was probably weird, but she was just watching out the window in all honesty, until she smelled Dean's troubled scent.
"Don't flatter yourself." She deadpanned, "I was looking out the window." She explained and she noticed Dean's heartbeat slowed down to normal pace.
Dean furrowed his eyebrows toward her. "Looking for what?"
"A unicorn." She joked with a serious unamused tone. "I don't know, anything. Do I have to ask to look out a damn window?" She felt annoyed about Dean's questions. If anything, she should get to ask questions about his nightmare, but she knew it would be useless. She could already tell he wasn't a being to talk about problems, and neither was she.
Dean ignored her question with attitude. "So you're paranoid." He said as he got up from the couch and walked closer to her. "What are you afraid of?" He showed a small smirk, feeling like he had a good comeback.
"Nothing. The real question is what are you afraid of?"
Dean's smirk disappeared when he looked away from her and clenched his teeth.
Anya kept her eyes on him, she could hear his heart start to beat a little faster. "I heard you having a nightmare…"
"Shut up." Dean ordered, clearly angry.
She listened but his anger seemed to rub off on her. She lifted her weight off the window sill she was leaning against and walked past Dean without meeting his gaze. She went outside to where she looked up at the moon, feeling the energy it gave off. Anya sighed when she felt Dean's eyes still watching her from inside the house. She forced her mind to shift thought toward Crowley and his plan with the Alphas. A small sigh escaped her lips as she continued pondering. Whatever it was, she needed to end it quick before he finds her. She knew he was King of Hell now and she knows his torture techniques are just short of perfect.
Was she doing the right thing? Seeking help with the Winchester brothers is just crazy for someone like her. If they knew what she was, they would kill her on the spot. That's why she needed to keep her secret and control what she does in front of them. Suddenly a new scent exploded in her nose, she instantly began searching around, her ears listening to any sound. Her eyes caught a man in a trench coat that appeared right behind her. Her instincts ached to pounce on the stranger and threaten him, but his scent was way different. Something not normal at all and he did just appear out of thin air, but she couldn't help but to scent a familiar smell in his scent.
"Hello, Anya." He spoke.
She wanted to bear her teeth and growl at him, but she fought the urge too. "Who are you?" She questioned with a stern tone.
"My name is Castiel. I'm an Angel of the Lord."
Her eyes brightened with memory. That's it, the familiar smell, an Angel. She tangled with a couple Angels through her centuries. Dicks is a good name for them. "What do you want?"
He stood still in his spot as he glanced up at the house.
She took a breath in, "You've been watching us." She could see it all over his face.
"Yes." He confirmed. "I've been trying to get to know you."
She rose an eyebrow. She wondered if he knew her secret as she studied him, though it's not much use since Angels aren't the best at showing facial expressions.
"I have concluded that you truly want to help the Winchester brothers."
A wave of relief washed over her but she kept her relief hidden. "Of course." She replied. It was true in all honesty, she's working with them to take down Crowley and his big plan for kidnapping Alphas. She needed fighters on her side for an enemy like the King of Hell. "In other words, you mean I passed the test of not killing the Winchesters behind their back."
He nodded and then stared deeply into her eyes. So deeply, she wanted to back down and that's not common for her. Her inner animal wanted to bare its teeth again and shift to hover over him to show dominance. She pushed the thought away and broke the gaze to look down at the ground.
She glanced back up at him quickly to see him blink a few times and looked away. She could have sworn he looked confused more than anything else. She pulled her gaze away from him in the uncomfortable silence but her attention reverted to the faint sound of flapping wings. When she turned around at the source of the sound, Castiel was no longer there. His unique scent slowly faded away into the night.
She scoffed, "Well, nice to meet you too."
Morning came around as Anya sat on Bobby's porch the rest of the night after Castiel disappeared. She waited till the brothers woke up to hit the road and hunt down these 'dragons'.
Anya sat uncomfortably in the back of the Impala with Sam and Dean in the front seat. She wasn't used to riding in cars. She always ran in wolf form in the woods at night. Her eyes shifted out the window to the trees in the woods. A part of her wished she was running wild in the woods instead of being cooped up in the car acting like a normal human.
"You really think there's dragons?" Sam's voice broke the silence. Her eyes glanced toward Dean as his shoulders shrugged.
"Who knows." Dean answered with tiredness in his tone, "I wouldn't doubt it with everything out there, Sammy."
Anya wanted to speak up, "Yeah, they're real, but practically extinct. Last one I ran into was 700 years…give or take." If she said what she thought, they would shoot her without even stopping the car. "I've never heard of one." She lied as she looked back out of the window.
"Yeah, well exactly how experienced are you, Sweetheart?" Dean asked with a sarcastic tone toward 'experienced'.
"More experienced than you." She wanted to say, but she needed to keep her cool. "I've been hunting practically my whole life. My parents were killed by a demon when I was ten. Alone with barely any relatives, my uncle took me in. Right away, he told me the truth about the demon that killed my parents. The truth about everything in this hidden son-of-a-bitch world. He trained me a couple months later and I've been hunting since." She made the story up as she spoke. It sounded reasonable for any hunter.
They both thought for a second in silence. "Who's your uncle?" Dean questioned.
Anya clenched her teeth slightly, "Bill Bower." She felt satisfied with the name, "I don't know if you knew him, but primarily lived and hunted in Louisiana."
"Lived and hunted? Did he move?"
"He was killed." Anya looked down in her lap to act as if sadness has come over her. She had to act the part as well. "Demons ambushed him."
A silence came over in the car again. This time, Sam spoke up, "I'm sorry."
"It happens." She replied.
When they finally arrived in the town, the first thing they did was change into their fed suits to start investigating on a witness that claimed to see a dragon and was able to get away.
Anya didn't have a fed suit with her, so she opted to stay back and let the brothers cover the witness. As she leaned against the Impala outside of the hospital, she glanced down to the blue amulet hanging around her neck. Boy, was she glad to have this piece of jewel with the magical spell it possesses. A flash of memories played in her head while she thought back to her past life before she ran off. Centuries of memories and her origin reminded her why exactly she held the blue amulet.
"Anya!"
She glanced up to meet Sam and Dean's confused faces as they watched her. She almost jumped in surprise. How could she ever let two humans come up on her like that? She began to curse herself for not paying attention to reality. "What?" She asked.
"Did you not hear us?" Sam asked with an eyebrow raised, "This dragon is defiantly kidnapping virgins. Our witness turned out to be a false virgin and it dumped her as soon as it realized it. We need to find out where it's taking all of them."
"Oh, right." Anya replied, obviously still jumbled about the whole spacing out thing. It was extremely uncommon for her to do that and she was so angry at herself for doing it.
Dean watched her suspiciously, "You okay?" He noticed how different she suddenly was.
Anya nodded as she forced herself to get back on the tracks. "I'd say we need to hit the books. Usually virgins are used for sacrificing or in rituals."
The brothers brushed off what just happened with their new ally and agreed with her theory. "To the library." Dean sighed.
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