Standing in the doorway with the same smug look on her face that Dean Winchester often wore, was AnnaBeth's best friend, Mika. It had been forever, it seemed, since she had seen Mika, and quite honestly, she wasn't the happiest to have her showing up at her door. Mika had changed, as well. Her legs, at one time, were adorned with fake leather leggings, and her body used to be hoisted onto seven inch heels, even when she wore jeans. Now, she was clad in a pair of bootcut blue jeans, and pretty normal looking shoes. Her once streaked hair was a solid black, and was even showing signs of aging, even at her young age. The low cut tank and vest that barely used to cover her chest was replaced with a jersey and knit jacket, looking very similar to something Sam would have worn. It was a big switch, for AnnaBeth, but by the way she stood, Mika was definitely still Mika. Unarming the alarm, AnnaBeth opened the door a little and stepped back, with yet another sigh.

"What kind of way is that to greet an old friend aye?", Mika replied to Annabeth. AnnaBeth noticed Mika checking her out, and seeing her tattered appearance seemed rather alarming to Mika. Instead of making a fuss, AnnaBeth just walked back over to her table.

"I'm guessing you didn't know about Cas checking up on me? I mean…why should I be happy to see any of you after that visit?", she mumbled, slightly annoyed. Mika pushed her way into the house, as if she was welcomed by right. She looked around the room and grimaced at the décor and the state of the place.

"What?", AnnaBeth snapped at her.

Mika ran her finger along the mantle, and pulled it back with a gross look on her face, "You actually live here? It's no wonder Cas sent me…"

"Cas sent you? For what? Hasn't he harassed me enough with his 'angel' bullshit?" AnnaBeth almost felt bad for the way she was welcoming Mika. It had been so long since they had seen each other, and after what had happened with Dean and everything else, she really should give her a break. AnnaBeth had met Mika when she met the Winchesters. The whirlwind that followed, was what made them so close. Over that time, she learned that Mika and Dean were lovers from childhood, and they were basically meant for each other. Time and the apocalypse ripped them apart, and he ended up with Lisa. She honestly expected Mika to be in much worse shape than herself. So, her current shape was refreshing.

Mika perched herself against the table, crossing her legs to balance her weight and smirking, "He seems to think that you're heading down a…not so healthy path. He said you were distant and wreckless. I mean…what have you been doing, in this time?"

Mika picked up the open book and rolled her eyes, "Really? You're hunting…alone. And this episode of AnnaBeth trying to get herself killed, is murderous moonshiner ghosts. Woo…sounds delightfully…STUPID! Look, kid, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You're going to get yourself killed…and I…"

"Do you think I really care, at this point? Do you think that anything really matters, anymore? I have busted my ass from day one…attempting in every angle, while Dean sits on his ass, to find Sam. I have to find him…So…", AnnaBeth ripped the book from Mika's hands and slammed it shut on the top of the table, "…if you're here to start the same damn pity party that everyone else has tried, hang it up…Bobby has already called…and that's all you had to do…"

Mika held her hands up in defense, trying to fend off the harsh lecture that AnnaBeth had started, "Hey, hey! A.B…". She sighed and gave a long pause, causing AnnaBeth to raise her eyebrows and tap her whiskey glass on the table out of boredom, "Look, I came as a favor to a friend. I owe Cas a lot, and I want to help you. I can't sit back and watch you get yourself killed. I remember a day when you actually cared about what I had to say. I remember when you…just cared."

AnnaBeth gave a loud scoff to the words she was hearing. Those days were long gone, and Mika should have known that, before walking into this house. AnnaBeth used to be scared, but she also used to be very powerful. She used to think that Mika and the rest could help her…maybe even save her from everything…but she was wrong. She was wrong about everything, and now she owed it to Sam. She owed everything she had, to Sam. So, she was going to get him out of Hell, one way or another.

"Yeah? Well, times have changed. The world isn't the same place…and I'm not the same kid you used to know. I actually have things that I HAVE to do, like finding Sa-…", she broke off her sentence, attempting to change the subject with a scold, "Don't you have somewhere to be? Surely Bobby has you running after something…he always did…"

"Mhm…", Mika said in an unconvinced voice. AnnaBeth was sure of it. Mika knew exactly what she was trying to do, and now she would go running around trying to stop her, "Well…you go ahead and push us all away. Do your thing, and be like Dean. That's fine with me, but remember that I was here. Remember that we still love you as much as we did before all of this, and I'm still here for you. Okay?"

AnnaBeth didn't make a move, even though the back of her throat began to cramp up, like she wanted to cry. Swallowing heavily, she looked down at the glass that she was now twirling on it's edge with her mind.

"Take this…it has my new number on it. If you need anything…or just someone to talk to, I'm here. Castiel is worried. You could give him a bit of a break too. He has been busting his balls to get Sam out, since day one. So, I'm not going to let you off that easily…He loves you too, you know…"

Those weren't the words AnnaBeth wanted to hear at all. Her heart sunk into her stomach and she wrinkled her nose, before looking up at Mika, and taking the card she was holding, "Yeah? Well, maybe people need to just…stop loving people so much…I don't know what to tell you, now. I mean, what do you want to hear?"

"What do I want to hear? What I, and everyone else wants to hear, is that you are safe. We want to know that you're not going to go off and get yourself killed trying to bring Sam back. I mean, look at you. You are a female version of John Winchester. For someone who thinks everyone should stop 'loving so much', you sure do seem to love Sam. You're wearing his clothes…and you kept his jacket…you have his gun sitting on the table next to you. God knows what else you have of his. You can't let him go, just like we can't let you go. What are your plans? Let me guess…bust Sam out of hell, with your give em hell attitude. What then? Is he human? Are you human, anymore? You're acting just like I did, when I had no SOUL!", Mika ranted, her face becoming a bit red from the lack of breathing. AnnaBeth's dam holding her tears back, finally broke as Mika stood and made her way to the door. She turned around for a single moment, looked back and didn't make eye contact, "Like I said, the phone works both ways, and you have my number. I'm only a phone call and a few dollars of gas money away…"

With that, AnnaBeth bit her lip and poured a glass of whiskey as Mika closed the door.

(I want to credit my best friend, Mika for helping me with this chapter. She's already my inspiration. So, it's no surprise! REVIEW AND ENJOY!)