Annabelle sat on her bed with her head resting against the backboard as her attention kept drifting from the book in front of her. A book she had to hide from her uncle Bobby. After all, she had told him she would get rid of it after he found it downstairs.
One would think the book was the satanic bible; which she was sure her uncle did have- for research purposes of course- but no, it was worse then that.
It was…
Twilight.
A book which is responsible for making hundreds of girls around the world fall for a vampire.
God forbid a girl finds a vampire romantic. Her uncle cursed the author saying that she was putting foolish thoughts into a girls head. What would happen if these girls find that vampires do exist and aren't' the 'vegetarian' vamps the book claims the Cullen's are. She put the book down feeling horrible for lying to her uncle about it.
She wondered briefly, at what point in time did she start caring what her uncle thought. When did he become someone she listen too, and not just someone who had to deal with her cause her parents died. Truth be told she was a pain in his butt and probably always will be. But, somewhere along the lines she grew to really respect her uncle and his lame rules.
The familiar rumble of an engine coming up the drive snapped her out of her thoughts. She hesitated on her bed a moment before leaping up to look out the window. She was sure it wouldn't be him, after all her uncle made it clear to him and his father they weren't welcome here after the last incident.
A smile brighten her features instantly as she spotted the black impala.
A car she forgot how much she truly missed until that moment.
Dean!
Instinct took over as she raced out of her room through the hallway and down the steps before opening the front door only to run into a very large person.
"Umph" Arms wrapped around her waist immediately keeping her from falling. "Are you okay?" The guy asked her causing her to look up into the soft hazel eyes of the very tall good looking guy that was holding her. Someone who wasn't Dean.
Oh yeah, he definitely isn't Dean. I mean… Wow. She nodded her head, not taking her eyes off the stranger.
Bobby cleared his throat an glared at the youngest Winchester not liking the way his arm was around his niece. "You can let go of her now son."
Sam cleared his throat and stepped back from the girl he was only moments before holding. He didn't remember much about Bobby but he was pretty sure he would remember if the man had a daughter.
Dean stood behind his brother trying his hardest not to smack him in the back of the head. Yet, he felt an odd sense of joy at the fact that Bobby was giving Sam a look that matched his fathers. Pain instantly hit him as he remember the reason behind this trip to Bobby's.
"You gonna get out of those boys way, or make them stand outside all night, Annie?" Annabelle quickly moved out of the doorway and waited for the taller one to walk in before attacking Dean with a giant hug. "I've missed you Don Juan," she whispered into his ear as his arms came around her protectively.
"You too Kiddo." Dean let her go and couldn't help but notice how much she's grown in the time he lost contact with her. He gave her a small grin before walking into Bobby's with her behind him.
"So what brings you boys here?" Bobby asked, standing in what was once the living room but now a study of sorts. Dean and Sam looked at each other, saying a thousands words in that one look, "Our dad…" Sam began.
"Is missing." Dean finished trying to sound as strong as possible.
"Dean-" Annabelle said quickly, quietly. She knew the importance of John Winchester, let alone the heaviness of wondering if your parent is okay, or if they're even alive.
Sam looked at the young girl, once again curious about her existence in Bobby's life, but more so in his brothers. Dean, noticing his brother look stood more straighter. "Annabelle, this is my kid brother-"
"Sammy," She finished, giving him a small smile, "It's nice to finally put a face to a name," She said. Though, she knew his face, one that belonged to a much younger Sam Winchester that Dean had hidden in his wallet hidden behind ID's and other unmentionable.
"I'm-"
"She's Annabelle, Bobby's niece" Dean said sending a look to his brother to let him know she was off limits.
Sam nodded, getting the message loud and clear, "It's nice to meet you," Sam said, before looking up noticing the paint on the ceiling. "Bobby, what is that?"
"Well," Bobby began, looking at the devils trap he had on the ceiling. Dean cleared his throat, hesitating, sending a look to Annabelle. He didn't know why, but he didn't want her to hear this. "Maybe-" Normally she would have gave a snarky comment to him, but she just couldn't. "I'll go make some tea."
Dean raised a questioning eyebrow at Bobby, who sighed shrugging his shoulders. "She's on a real health food and drink binge" Annabelle heard him say as she turned around, shaking her hear.
Filling the tea pot with water, she thought about the last time she saw Dean Winchester. The Last time John's name was even mentioned in this house was when Bobby was not above shooting at him with buck shots.
.:*:.
"I don't think you should do this." Dean told her, pacing her bedroom as she put her shoes on. "Dean, someone has to do it."
His eyes snapped to hers, "Okay, sure, I get that. But not you." She smiled at him, "Are you worried I'll get hurt?" Of course he was worried, his father wanted to use her as bait.
"No." he snapped, "I'm worried that you'll get yourself killed."
She stood up and shook her head, "Dean, I'm not going to get killed,"
He quirked his brow at her, "How can you be so sure?"
She stood until she was inches in front of him, hands on his collar straightening it out, a smile on her face as she looked into his eyes. "Cause' if I died you wouldn't have anyone around to be a pain in your ass."
He wanted to growl at her, didn't she understand the seriousness of what she was getting herself into. "Anna-"
"Dean!" she said sternly cutting him off, moving away to grab a jacket. "I'm doing it. You know I'm doing it." She looked at him, "You're dad asked me to do this- You need me."
"No we don't-"
"Then I need you-" she said rushing over his voice causing him to stop, "Cause' we both know one day I'm going to go out. And I'd rather have you there by my side."
He sighed, looking truly defeated. "Fine." he said grumpily, "But you do everything I tell you."
She smiled at him, "I promise to do everything you and your dad tell me"
"No-" He said looking very serious, not breaking eye contact. "You listen to me and only me."
She frowned at him before shrugging, "Okay," she turned and walked out the door, Dean following behind her truly despising his father at the moment.
.:*:.
A low growl followed by yelping caused Annabelle look up, browns scrunched in confusion. "Rumsfeld?" she said softly standing up from the kitchen table, putting the newspaper she was reading down. "
Annabelle stay-" Her uncle Bobby never finished the sentence before the door to their house was kicked in by a blonde women who made herself at home by just walking in.
The hairs on the back of Annabelle neck instantly stood up, she slowly walked closer into the living room ignoring the instinct to run an hide.
"No more crap, okay?" The blonde said glaring the brothers, not even bothering to take notice of Annabelle.
Annabelle wasn't sure what happened, it seemed as if it all happened in a blink of an eye. Dean was walking towards the demon, then he wasn't- he was flying backwards and hit the wall with a loud thud.
"DEAN!" Annabelle went to go towards him, but her uncle grabbed her arm pushing her behind him, while Sam was standing in front of her uncle. The three of them began to walk slowly backwards, Annabelle less willing, wishing she could get out of her uncles grasp and find a way to Dean.
The demon glaring at Sam, "I want the colt, Sam- The real colt. Right now!"
"We don't have it on us. We buried it"
The colt? Annabelle frowned confused to what was going on. She wanted a gun?
"Didn't I say, 'No more crap?' I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, I'm a little under whelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
Annabelle heart stopped. She wanted nothing more then cry out with happiness but she stood still. Dean was okay, she thought. He's okay and he's behind the demon, and he gave her a small smile letting her know he was okay.
"Actually, we were counting on it." The demon turned to face Dean, He looks up at the ceiling. She looks up also and sees one of the protective circles from the book.
"Gotcha."
.:*:.
"Run-" Dean yelled, pushing Annabelle out of the way, aiming his gun at the Revenant and firing with out hesitation. Where the hell is he? Dean thought, hoping his Dad would hurry up. He kept firing, hoping to give Annabelle enough time to get away.
Annabelle ran into the dense woods, out of breath and pain shooting up her leg. She wasn't sure how long she had been running all she knew is she had to stop. Gasping she looked around her surroundings. She had no idea where the hell she was, all she knew was that she could still hear the gunshots.
The gunshots seemed to give her a piece of mind- As long as she heard them she knew he was alive.
This wasn't how it was suppose to go. It was suppose to be simple, easy- a quick grab and go. But it wasn't. This thing was smarter and tougher then they thought.
They underestimated it.
And it almost got her killed.
She walked a few steps and fell to the ground, her foot getting stuck on a tree root that seemed to be growing the wrong way. The woods seemed to be labyrinth- a dark scary labyrinth was a homicidal Revenant lurking about.
She was trying to keep herself together, but she couldn't stop the tears from falling. She knew she had to keep going, to get up and move to stay alive, she knew that. Yet, she stayed down. Not able to move, sobs escaping as her body rocked back and forth.
The gunshots stopped.
"Dean?" she whispered, finally getting up, stumbling in the processes.
As much as her body, riddled with pain was telling her to run and hide or give up. She couldn't. No- she couldn't leave him out there. Dean- her Dean; she promised him she'd be safe; she promised she'd listen to him. She never promised him that she'd save him, but in that moment that was the only promise that she seemed to hear.
She could feel the blood gushing out of her leg, but she ignored it. She had to get to Dean.
Save him, Save him, Save him.
She heard the sound a branch snap and froze, she braced herself for an attack. She would fight until she died, she wouldn't give up. She could sense the monster was closer, with out thinking she swung around knife in hand hoping to get a good slice out of it.
"Damn it Annabelle! its me!" Dean growled, as she dropped the knife and instantly went into his arms. Her body felt cold and shaky. She cried, though she tried her hardest to hush the sounds. "D-d-d-ean" She stuttered, her arms like iron around his warm body.
"Shhh," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. Once again thinking about how much he hated his father for doing this. "You're okay."
She shook her head, "Y-you" She moved back so she could see his dirt covered face, "you're okay. I thought..." She shut her eyes, "I thought you were in trouble I went t-t-to see" She shook her head faster before once again resting in on his chest. "You're okay."
It suddenly clicked all in Deans brain. She wasn't lost, and stumbling in the wrong direction back towards the monster. No she was stumbling towards him, knife in hand trying to save him. He shut his eyes tightly, at her stupidity but also at her actions towards him.
"I'm okay," he whispered feeling completely lost.
.:*:.
She sat on the steps feeling nauseas and dizzy.
Her uncle told her to go up stairs- she didn't want to. But she did what she was told. She went upstairs- to the top step in fact and sat down.
Hearing Dean and the Demon Meg made her stomach clench in knots. She wasn't sure why, but the way Dean sounded? It scared her. She knew that he was speaking to a demon, an evil demon who was anything but a victim in this.
Still, his voice- his words scared her. She knew then why her uncle wanted her to leave. It wasn't just because he was scared of the Demon, he was scared of her seeing Dean like this.
Out of control with rage.
"She could die?"
"We're gonna put her out of her misery….Sam, finish it…" he growled, "Finish it."
"Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae. Terogamus audi nos."
"She's still alive." Annabelle let out a sigh of relief hearing those words come out of Deans mouth. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets." She was off the steps and in the hallway getting their extra blanket, she turned and saw he uncle stood there glaring at her, knowing she hadn't followed his ordered completely that she had heard what was going on. "I couldn't-"
Bobby sighed, "I know kiddo." He put his hand out, she gave him the blankets. "we'll need your help down there," She nodded her head, not saying anything.
She walked down the steps slowly, pausing at the scene infront of her. The blonde who was now only human was laying on the ground inbetween Dean and Sam. "Was it telling the truth about our dad?" Dean asked urgently, not caring about the pain the girl was in.
"Dean!"
"We need to know Sam!"
Annabelle closed her eyes. She couldn't believe the coldness she heard in his voice, She turned around and headed towards the kitchen ignoring Sam and Dean, she had water to get.
.:*:.
"Get out!" Bobby growled, Staring at the two men before him.
"Now Bobby relax," John said, "Annabelle's fine"
"FINE? FINE!" He pointed to the girl who looked pale and could hardly talk and looked like she was on the brink of death. Though, she was far from it. His own mind made her seem worse then she was. She could talk- she was talking he just didn't hear her defend John and Dean. "You call that fine! She's injured!" Bobby's face was bright red.
"She did a fine job," John said, "She was needed-"
"I don't care if she was the last god damn hunter on the face of the earth," He bellowed, "You stay the hell away from her, you hear me?"
John sighed, "Bobb-"
"Get out!"
"What?"
"Get out or I'll force you out."
"Now Bobby, don't do this." John said, hands up like he was talking to someone on a brink of insanity and was trying to talk them down from a ledge. "we're friends. we're hunters, stuff happens."
If possible bobby's eyes bugged out more, "SHE ISNT A HUNTER" he screamed, "You almost got her killed in your crusade." He picked up his shot gun, "Leave now John before I do something you'll regret."
"Bobby" John pleaded as Bobby shot a warning shot at the ceiling. John nodded, "If that's the way you want it." John looked at his son, who was hadn't spoken a word since getting there. "Lets go Dean,"
Dean gave Annabelle one last look, before turning away.
He had listen to every word out of Bobby's mouth, and he heard the truth that rang with them. She didn't deserve to get hurt like she did, she could have been killed. His father and himself almost got her killed.
Those three words made Annabelle jump worse then the gun shot, "Uncle Bobby-" She began but he ignored her. "Don't you dare come back, you hear me? We're through."
"Uncle bobby" Annabelle cried, tears falling down her cheeks, "It's okay, sweetheart. They're gone." He pulled her into a hug, never wanting to let her go.
He had almost lost her.
.:*:.
"Annabelle," she heard the gruffness in Dean's voice, she turned around. Her red eyes felt heavy, she couldn't be in the house. Not with the dead body. Her uncle told her she could leave if she wanted, and she wanted too. But something kept her there in the drive standing next to her car.
Dean stood there watching her, Sam was behind him watching the interaction closely.
"You got you're information Dean, you should go." She tried not to sound bitter, but she failed.
She wondered, if not for the hundreth time who was this man in front of her. Had time really changed him, or had he always had a part of him this cold and uncaring? A part that was all about the hunt, rather then about the saving.
Dean nodded his head, his eyes flickered away from the sadness on her face. "It was good seeing you again," She turned her back on him and his words, opening up her car door and getting in. She just didn't want this life anymore. she didn't want to see death and coldness in every corner of her life. And no matter how much she wished things to be different, she couldn't save everyone, let alone Dean Winchester.
I can tell, I can tell how much you hate this.
And deep down inside You know it's killin' me.
I can call, wish you well And try to change this
But nothing I can say would change anything
Where were my senses
I left them all behind
Why did I turn away
Away
I wish I could save you
I wish I could say to you I'm not going nowhere
I wish I could say to you It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Didn't mean, didn't mean to leave you stranded
Went away 'cause I didn't want to face the truth
Reachin' out, Reach for me empty handed
You don't know if I care you're trying to find the proof
There were times I'd wonder could I have eased your pain
Why did I turn away
we can pretend nothing's changed
Pretend it's all the same And there will be no pain tonight
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Save you
I wish I could save you
I'm not going no where
I wish I could say to you
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Save you
I wish I could save you
It's gonna be alright
Review? Dean will give you lots of hugs if you do ;)
Disclaimer- Song is by Kelly Clarkson- Save you.