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The heat was staggering. It clung to her skin, making it hard for her to breath, let alone sleep. So that night, while Annabelle laid in bed, she felt restless and relentless, with her worriers on her mind, the heat made it almost next to impossible to relax, to feel the safe comfort of reality slipping away. So it wasn t surprising to her when she rolled over in her bed for what seemed like that thousandth time and saw that the time was still moving at an extremely slow speed. Groaning she rolled over, flipping her pillow to the cooler side. Somehow, as soon as her cheek hit the coolness a sigh of comfort escaped her lips, her eyes fluttered shut and she let memories make there way into her dreams.

o.O

"You called him?" She asked, surprised and upset. "I can take care of myself Uncle Bobby, and If you don't trust me-" "This has nothing to do with trust Annabelle," He uncle gave her a long hard look that he seemed to have perfected with her time here, "and you know that. It has to do with-"

"the things that go bump in the night," she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm getting tired of that excuse"

"Yeah, well, i'm getting tired of your sorry attitude. Dean IS coming here, and you better listen to him, or so help me" he paused giving her a stern look "I'll take away your cell phone. you hear me?" She tried not to smile, her cell phone? that was the best he can do? She might have been worried if she only had one cell phone. "Sure uncle Bobby, I hear ya."

o.O

"hey, Don Juan." she couldn't help but smirk when she saw him saunter up the steps to the front porch bag in hand. Wondering how weird it was to come full circle with him, once again 'babysitting' her. "Bobby said you wouldn't make it here until late tonight?" Dean shrugged his shoulders, looking down at the girl in front of him. He hadn't seen her in months, and it surprised him how much she changed. How much happier she seemed. It suited her well, he thought.

"It only seemed to take a few hours."

"From New York?" she asked, disbelieving his words.

He smiled, "What can I say, I must drive fast."

o.O

"Sooooooo." he said, as she walked into the kitchen, finding him sitting at the table drinking a beer.

"So what?" She asked, moving to the fridge to find herself something to eat.

"How's everything been going?" he paused for a beat, "You know, with the ex?" She raised her brow at him, It wasn't as if he didn't know.

She wondered, constantly how Dean became such a major part of her life. They had gotten closer over the phone, random calls here and there. Mostly from her end, just to check on how things were. But when she needed him, he was there. Lying in her bed next to her, listening to music she knew he hated, all because he wanted to comfort her. And somehow, in the one action of driving all the way out here to sooth her broken heart, a tiny piece of her started to care about the man in front of her, in ways that she didn't want to look to closely at.

"I've been ignoring him," She paused, "Only this time it's because I want nothing to do with him,"

Dean laughed, "Bet it's driving him crazy."

"I wouldn't know." Though, she did know. Which is why she was going out tonight, "Anyways, I probably wont be home until late," She took a half eaten sandwich out of the fridge, frowned and put it back. "So don't wait up..."

"Excuse me?" his voice was low, a warning to tred carefully, turning around, she frowned at him, "What?"

"don't wait up," he mocked in her voice, causing her to roll her eyes.

"I'm going out with friends."

"Bobby didn't say anything about friends."

"Look Don Juan, I get that your here to baby-sit me and all, but I'm grown women."

"your like ten!"

"I m Seventeen." she shook her head, all the while thinking 'ten, really? do I honestly look ten to you? "I'd rather not fight with you."

"So then stay in."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh, how about No."

" Look Annabelle, I'll lock you in your room if I have to. But you aren't leaving this house."

o.O

"Goddamn it!" Dean slammed him fist on her was gone. how the hell was she gone? Bobby was going to kill him.

Calling her cell phone, Dean paced the warn out floor of the hall. 'hey this is Annabelle, I can't answer right now, leave me a message and-" He hung up only to redial. Going down the steps his keys in hand. When he got out the door the voice mail picked up, only this time he didn't hang up. growling, he left her a message. "I swear to god Annabelle, you don't answer and so help me..." he hung up the phone in a panic. When I find her' he thought, ' she's dead.'

o.O

It didn't take long to track her down. All he had to do was ask the kid behind the counter at a seven eleven. He was pretty quick to tell Dean about the party at some 'sons' rick's house cause his parentes 'tottally' left the house to him for the night, and how it 'sucks yo,' that he couldn't make it.

It only took a twenty to get directions.

He was all ready to drag her out of there by her hair when he got there, but finding her was going to be a little harder then he first thought.

There had to be around fifty kids there. All mashed together in the medium size house. "Hey," a tiny blonde made her way up to him, "What s your name? Are you like, a Senior" she smiled, tipping the red plastic cup that was obviously filled with something other then club soda.

Jail bait, he chanted in his head as he answered, shaking his head "I'm looking for my sister," he didn't know where that came from, but it sounded like a good reason as any. "Oh." disappointed laced the blondes voice.

She smiled what he assumed was suppose to come off as seductive, but he found it unflattering. "Do you need help, like, looking for her?" He shook his head and forced a smile, "Thanks, but I have it covered."

He quickly made his away from the jail bait, and towards the center of the party. Cringing, trying to ignore the sound of some guy rapping about getting tipsy. 'When I find her, she's dead' Dean thought as the music hurt not just his ears but his mind as well. He was sure he was losing brain cells every second he was exposed toit:/p

o.O (present)

She sat up suddenly hearing the phone downstairs ring. The clock, surprisingly read 5:38 AM in bright green colors, showing her she had fallen asleep, only for few hours and some odd minutes.

Her uncles voice was muffled through the walls and floor of the house, but the tone of his worry was as loud anything.

Slowly she got up from her bed; her bare feet hitting the floor lightly not to alarm her uncle to her being awake; she carefully made her way down the halls and to the top of the steps.

"And you boy,?" her uncles voice caused her stomach to drop to her knees "How are you?" she couldn't hear the other side of the phone call, but she could tell it wasn't good; but what phone call at this time is ever good? Even in the business of hunting, there was a certain time that wrung a tight cord when the phone rang.

"You just take care of yourself you hear, don't go doing anything stupid. The doctors are taking care of them. I'll call you when I get close, and Sam?" there was a slight pause and waver to her uncles voice. "Dean and your dad will be fine. They're fighters, always have been, always will be."

Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. His name was like a punch in the gut to her, a pounding in her head that wouldn't stop echoing.

She didn't try to hide her presence from her uncle now, she went down the steps with more force then necessary, almost falling down them in the process.

Her uncle looked up at her and frowned, "I'll see you soon, son. Take care." he hung up the phone quickly, his eyes going to the clock on the kitchen wall, "What're you doing up so early?"

"What happened?" Bobby sighed watching his niece. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and too white. He took a deep breath, "There s' been a car accident."

She swallowed hard, "How bad?"

She wasn't sure if she wanted the truthful answer.

Her uncle sighed, "Its bad," His words were careful, trying not to spook her "I have to go tow the Impala."

She nodded, "I'm coming with you," She said turning around not waiting for his approval.

o.O

She felt her heart sink, if possible even further then where it had been for the past few hour. Wondering if the day could possibly get worse- the answer laid in front of her. The wreckage of the Impala tore at her heart in ways she couldn't explain, making everything around her feel sharp in pain, yet blur with details. Its bad, its really bad.

"Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam said, looking at the mangled Impala.

"Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap."

Annabelle couldn't believe the words coming out of her Uncles mouth.

"No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this."

"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."

She swallowed back tears. This can't be the end of the Impala. It can't be, she thought hopelessly. Her eyes found Sam, and she nodded her approval. If anyone would understand the Impala and it's importance. It would be Sam, It would be the brother who may not have saw the Impala as home as Dean did, but knew it was a place that was cherished.

"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." Her uncle nodded his head, eyes down on the wreck "Okay," he began quietly, "You got it."

They stood in silence, the three of them, morning the past- fearing what laid ahead.

"Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him." Sam said, reaching into his pocket, taking out a a scrap piece of paper. Bobby took the list, a frown on his face.

"What's John want with this?"

"Protection from the demon." Annabelle noticed the look, walked behind her uncle reading the words.

"What?" Sam asked, noticing their expression. "Nothing, it's just, um..."

"Bobby? What's going on?"

"It's not a protection spell Sam," Annabelle said shaking her head sadly, "Its a summoning spelling." She looked into Sam's shocked eyes. And wondered how after all this time, his fathers carelessness could still surprise him.

"Your dads going after him."

o.O

Her uncle didn't want her to go with Sam, but he didn't have a choice when she all but jumped into Sam s 'borrowed' car.

"Are you okay?" Sam Winchester asked the girl sitting next to him.

She looked over at him, her eyes as sad as his own. She shook her head, wiping her eyes. She turned her head back to the windshield. "I should be the one asking you that, huh?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess its kinda obvious that we both feel like crap."

She nodded her head agreeing. "He'll be okay right?" She asked suddenly, needing Sam's reassurance. She tried her hardest to ignore the bob of his adams apple, his tight grip on the wheel get even tighter, all she tried to remember was the soft words he spoke. "Yeah, he'll be fine."

o.O

Dean doesn't know what to do when he see's her there. Her body stiff, her eyes never leaving his body.

"Annabelle," he whispered walking into his room. He goes to stand right behind her, as if to support her. "I hate hospitals." She says, and for a minute he forgets she's talking to his body and not him.

"You know that," she hesitantly walks closer, almost as if she afraid to get to close to him.

"I've never been good with goodby-" She stops herself. And he can see it in her body, in her eyes that she thinks this is the end.

goodbye. She wants to tell him goodbye. His heartbreaks, seeing this, her here trying to find the words to tell him goodbye.

He hates himself for doing this to her. For letting her down.

Tears fall freely down her cheeks as she takes his limp hand.

He has the urge to wipe the tears away .

"You remember the week you had to baby-sit me?" she smiled sadly, "Babysitting Annabelle" she mocked her uncles gruff voice. "It was a full time job, and I didn't make it easy on you. I was so mad when Bobby called you. and you tried everything, and I mean everything to make me smile." she shook her head, a sob escaped. "I never said thank you," more softly she repeated in a near whisper "I never had the chance to tell you how much I loved you for saving me."

o.O

A/n: this is a two parter guys. hope you all liked it! I tried my hardest to get all the glitches out, but its hard to do on your cell phone. I wanted to write the past all in italics but, it wouldn't stick. sorry if it got confusing.

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(part one)