"I didn't tell you to speak, bitch…", Dean spat at AnnaBeth. Those words from him caused her eyes to remain on the ceiling, but puddle up with tears. It wasn't even a year ago that they were best friends. So, it was obvious that they too were separated by the apocalypse. The thought caused her almost as much pain as waking up every day without Sam. She kept her mouth shut, but bit her lip from the pain of the gun pressed against her head, "Now…tell me. How did you find me, and what the hell do you want from me?"

AnnaBeth lowered her eyes to look straight at Deans, "Cas brought me here…and…and I just needed to see you."

It was true. She only wanted to see his face, to make sure he was okay, but also to ask a painful question.

"Cas…right. Of course Cas would send you…of course he would…", Dean started, pulling the gun away from her head, and stepping back. He dropped AnnaBeth to her feet, surprisingly.

AnnaBeth shook her head, taking a deep breath and sliding down the wall, "He didn't send me…He brought me. I came on my own accord…I think…Dean, have you…have you caught wind of Sam…possibly being alive?", she asked, slowly raising her eyes to judge his reaction.

The second Sam's name left AnnaBeth's lips, Dean's eyes lighted, as if they were caught on fire by her words. Practically sprinting to her, he grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall again, lifting her feet off the ground. Yelping, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"What the hell do you know about Sam? What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?", Dean screamed at her, touching noses for a brief second, "Huh? What did you do, call for a little assistance? Did you touch bases with some of your demon pals? Crowley?"

"Dean…calm…", AnnaBeth started, before she was shaken into screaming sobs by Dean. He was angry, but he wasn't showing hate. He was showing anguish, remorse. He shook her and slammed her back into the wall a few good times.

"Don't…tell me to calm down…", he said, winded, "I have worked my ass off in these books, looking for ways that didn't involve demons. I have searched in every nook and cranny, talked to everyone.. you show up here…telling me…you show up here. You have a lot of nerve…to lie to my face…"

Afraid to talk, AnnaBeth took a deep breath, "I…um…I assumed you…were the one who made the deal…I..d-didn't…"

Dean chuckled, offended that she would even think he would be so stupid. He had made deals before and learned one thing – you can't trust demons. He gripped AnnaBeth's arms a little tighter, before letting out a ragged sigh and lowering her back down to the ground, slowly. Giving her a long and thoughtful look, tears began to come to his eyes, and he lifted a hand to his hair.

"He's not alive. I have talked to demons. They wouldn't even give me the time of day. The angels didn't want anything to do with me…and I thought Cas was dead. He wouldn't answer my calls. He wouldn't even acknowledge he still existed. Then you, of all people come knocking on my door…I just can't believe this is real…I can't…uproot..."

"I-I'm not asking you to uproot, Dean. I just…I just wanted to tell you what I saw. I went out…and I was dying. I had been shot. Someone carried me out of that house, and the person I saw was…S-Sam…", AnnaBeth explained, trying her hardest not to wipe the tears from Dean's face as her own began to fall. She could barely speak, and it was killing her to tell him this.

"You were dying…you…you were under stress…", Dean said in a soft voice. He wanted her to believe she was seeing things, because he wanted to believe she was seeing things. If Sam was back, God only knows what he would be, or how screwed in the head he would be from Lucifer and Michaels torture.

"Maybe…but I saw Sam…"

Dean stepped forward, slowly, reaching for her shoulders. AnnaBeth tensed, expecting another slam for arguing. Instead, she was engulfed in his arms, and hugged nearly to breathlessness. She could feel his body shaking, fighting the sobs that escaped his lips. Bringing her arms up to his back, she held him, as best she could, rubbing the muscles in a soothing motion. That's when her own sobs began, and she let go. This is why she needed to see Dean. He was the only one who would understand the day to day she still dealt with, because he was dealing with it too. He pulled away from her slowly, and wiped her tears from her cheeks.

"Uhm…Lisa…an-and Ben will be home in a bit. You should probably get going. I don't wanna rush, but…", Dean started, running a hand down his face to take care of the rest of his own tears. AnnaBeth nodded in understanding. She knew that seeing part of Dean's past would possibly upset Lisa. She knew for a fact that Lisa knew what she was, and what she had done. She wasn't sure if it was the right time to apologize for leaving Dean in the state he showed up in. So, she reached a hand up to his face and gave a small smile. This is how things should be. Yes he had assaulted her. Yes he had hurt her pretty badly, but he was hurt. She had to hope for his sake that Sam really was alive, and fine. So, she would keep looking.

"…Call me when you have time…", AnnaBeth whispered to him, turning and grabbing the doorhandle to leave. Before she could grab it, she felt the air escape her lungs and things were spinning like crazy, before she landed on her feet in her room. Cas stood in front of her with a welcoming smirk.

"That went well…", he said softly, touching her forehead to heal any possible injuries.

"Tell me about it…"

(Not my favorite chapter, but definately a great one to write. Read and REVIEW! And Enjoy!)