Tuesday 19th June 2007

It was a month since Anna's encounter with the Winchesters. Sometimes, she thought of them, and how they were doing. It wasn't exactly easy to forget them, since hunters came in and out of bars and talked about victorious and failed hunts. Most were of the guys. Anna left each bar after she'd heard their names, fed up.

Anna drove to Seattle, where there were sighting's of a pure-black-eyed man - Anna knew what he was, a demon. She rented a room from the nearest motel and had almost immediately fallen asleep.

In the morning, she rode around town, talking to the witnesses of the dark-eyed man. Most believed that she was a psychiatrist and had chased her out of their homes. Her day hadn't gone great, but now she knew how paranoid some people may be. After, Anna returned to the motel. She fidgeted through her bag for the key to the room. When she'd found it, her gaze turned right, and for a slight moment, Anna couldn't believe it - and she guessed Dean and Sam couldn't either. They arrived at the same motel, with the same case. Anna guessed she was the most upset with fate's choice. Their first time working together, hadn't resulted so well. Anna tried escaping into her room, but Dean had managed to get her to it - he stopped her. He pinned her against the wall.

"I've got a word to pick with you - you see… that, was the first time, I had managed to see Sammy smile properly, in weeks, and you, go ahead, and take it away from him," he told her in a harshly. He made eye contact, and at that moment, Anna felt like melting, just looking at them. He wouldn't look away, but it was different for her, because she couldn't. "What have you got to say for that?"

"Well what have I got to say?" Anna replied. After what felt like an everlasting pause, she continued. "I've managed to make the world a better place by giving in a criminal - she would've hurt Sam far worse, sooner or later. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go." Dean hesitated, but had eventually dropped an arm to let her pass. Sam had twitched out of the corner of her eye. She entered her room calmly. What she had said - about hurting Sam worse - Anna said it to believe it herself. The guilt spun in her, like so many other guilty things she'd performed in the past, but she'd always tried to fix it, maybe to take it away. But she got rid of a few. Then she went straight-away to packing. There was no point in staying - the brother's would solve the case.

The next morning, the guys were working. Their Impala wasn't visible in the parking lot. Anna threw her bag into the backseat and had retreated for some coffee. When she'd stepped out of the coffee store, she'd noticed a tall man, striding towards her. She kept her cool. What could this person do to her anyway? Thankfully, he'd only barged past her.

Climbing into her Viper, Anna had realized she felt worse, and she rested her head on the wheel. Stupid she thought to herself. Stupid. She held her head up and moaned. She was staring at a woman, but her eyes were fierce, her fingernails were claws, and she crouched, like an animal ready to pounce. Werewolf. She was after her heart - literally. That's what werewolves fed on. Most people think that they resemble wolves, but look a little like humans too and ate meat. They were wrong. This was strange: first of all, it was daylight. Werewolves usually transformed at night. But there one was: staring at her. She wondered if this was the supposed 'black-eyed-man'… well, for one: this was a woman. And two: why would a man wear a dress?! Anna reached to the backseat for her bag, cautiously - not to alarm her. Her fingertips brushed against the cold metal of a gun. It had no silver bullets, but it was enough to drive it away - away from the people that had no idea what would happen to them if she let the creature through. Jumping out of her car, Anna shot at the werewolf, catching the attention of the unsuspecting crowd inside the coffee store. Lucky for her, the werewolf retreated to the forest just opposite the motel. Anna chased after it - she glimpsed back to the alarmed crowd of people, looking to where the shooting could have come from.

The forest was darker than she thought it would be. Thin sunlight beams cut through the trees to light the forest. Anna kept her senses sharp. She had to know when it was coming. She waited, steadily. Any moment now… any moment… NOW! Anna shot behind her - the beast shrieked in pain, and lunged at her. Anna didn't have any time to react - now the woman was on top of her, ripping open her chest for her heart. The pain made her mind almost numb. She held in her scream (Anna didn't do screaming). She put aside her pain and kicked at the werewolf, sending it back, flying toward a tree. Just then, she heard voices - 2, male. Anna quickly played faint, remaining as motionless as she could. She could only tell what happened then - either Sam or Dean, went after the werewolf, and either Dean or Sam picked her up and was quickly bringing her to where help could be assigned. Anna could feel her warm blood, crawling down her neck. It was creepy, and difficult not to move for the wound stung. She welcomed new voices; worried, alarmed, shocked. Time to bring in a little drama… thought Anna. She couldn't keep up the fainting any longer anyway. She started with a loud gasp and eyes opened wide. It was followed by a series of coughs, and more gasps. Sam looked down at her, a horrified expression placed on his face. She breathed deeply and chokingly.

"Hold on, hold on," Sam repeated. She wouldn't die anyway. But if anyone found out about her… That would be bad. She continued her act. This caused Sam to speed up - he placed her in the backseat of the Impala, before climbing into the drivers seat. They drove off. Where were they going? She had to know.

"Wh-Where are we going..?" she croaked.

"Sh… we're going to the hospital…" Despite his horrified face and his actions, he had a slight edge in his voice. She didn't like this: not the edge in Sam's voice, but the hospital. She didn't mind going there if she fainted, or was in a coma, for it had nothing to do with blood. But if now, she went to the hospital, all bloody, the hospital would like to know what that extra substance (the immortality drink) is. This would probably arouse suspicion, but she had no choice - Anna pushed herself up, receiving many, "Anna, lay down"s, and opened the door, flying out instantly onto the road. The Impala screeched to a stop, but only too late. She'd fled into the woods. She needed to wait till night before she could sneak back to the motel.

Following the road from a distance, by nightfall, Anna reached the motel. The Impala wasn't there. They were hunting for the demon, or looking for her. Running to the back of the motel, Anna painfully climbed a tree, and from the branch, crawled over to her room window. She would clean the bloody trail tomorrow. Right now, she had to stitch up her wound.

Early next morning, Anna set out to what she noted to do. She followed her trail of blood, with a bucket of water and cloth. If she had to scrub it off, she would. Her path wasn't an easy one. Where her trail was in the forest, had sunk into the dirt. But still she didn't give up. There was a large spot of blood from when she escaped from the car. Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing… Anna cut her fingers once or twice on the sharp stones on the road, but who cared?

Returning to the motel then, was a deep regret. The Impala was just pulling up the driveway. There was no point in running. Anna's stomach ached as they marched toward her, Sam most cautious. He seemed freaked by her earlier escape.

Running into the forest was pointless - they'd catch her as soon as she'd run 2 seconds. Time hadn't granted her the speed she deserved.

Dean looked furious, mixed with curiosity and confusion. Sam must've told him. Anxiety built up in Anna, but she held a calm appearance. How would she explain the escape? - more importantly, how she was still alive! Simple.

Dean and Sam towered over her.

"What was that?!" demanded Sam. Anna felt tempted to run.

"What was what?" she asked innocently.

"The whole… jumping out of the car thing?!" Playing dumb was never a good idea. She sighed and looked down and buried her face in her hands. All this needed was a little acting, and lies. She breathed deeply into her hands, pretending that she was trying not to cry. She looked up again, and had managed to bring a few tears in her eyes.

"I - um… I was hoping you wouldn't find out about this…" A concerned look flashed across Sam's face.

"Find out about what..?" His voice had softened. They came a little closer.

"I'm…" she drew a deep breath. Funny how this was turning out… "I'm half-demon…" she lied, casting her eyes down to stare at the dirt. She dabbed her eyes with her sleeve. Sam and Dean felt awkward after storming towards her like that, and Sam - been the sweet one - wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. Anna hugged back and couldn't help but smile to herself. This was too easy. It always was. Thanks to a century's worth of acting practise…

Sam gave the most warmest hugs ever. Anna tightened the hug slightly before she pulled back, adding an extra sniff. There was a pause.

"So… how are you half-demon..?" Anna tried thinking of an answer.

"Because my mum was a demon, and my dad was human so…"

"Oh..!" Sam nodded to show he understood - who wouldn't? - and smiled slightly. Dean looked more threatening than before. His face was purple and his veins were faintly visible on his forehead. He stared, angrily at her. He was one of those people who would rather die than be friends with a supernatural being.

"Anyway… um, we've gotta run but - we'll see you around?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, sure," replied Anna and watched as they walked away, shortly following after.