Anna couldn't believe that Dean hadn't even noticed she'd been standing there, but she shrugged it off as she followed Chase and Becca out. Dean was probably absorbed in the hunt, after all. She climbed into the passenger's seat and tried not to think about it…she had to pay attention to the case at hand, and try not to have anymore of those freaky visions.
Chase drove, with Becca in the backseat and Anna wasn't even sure where they were going but figured Chase must. Soon they pulled into a parking lot of a shopping strip, which didn't seem to help them at all, but Chase was on her feet and moving and Becca was following suit, so Anna did the same. Chase motioned for them to remain low behind a big van. Chase herself peered around the side of the vehicle, watching what appeared to be two men. She let out a laugh.
"What's so funny, Chase?" Anna questioned.
Chase stopped laughing and ducked a little lower before glancing at Anna. "See that car we drove in? Yeah, I stole it from our hairy friend over there."
They sat crouched for a little while longer, watching Andrew yell at Nicholai for the loss of his car. Deirdra was nowhere to be seen.
"Does anyone else think it might not be the best idea to let Dean go into a bar again?" Becca asked, from her spot behind Anna.
"Well, I can trust Dean. He won't go too far on the drinking when he looks so sick, but I don't trust Deirdra as far as I can throw her. She could have her own plan." Anna answered, glancing at Becca before turning her attention back to Andrew and Nicholai. "But we need to make sure they don't do anything, though."
She shivered. She actually had a really bad feeling about that wench Deirdra hooking up with Dean, and hoped she was wrong. She turned her attention back to Andrew and Nicholai again, trying to drown out her feelings.
"Don't worry about Dean, he's way above hooking up with random werewolf sluts." Came Becca's voice, saying exactly what Anna was thinking.
Anna turned all the way around to look at Becca. "What do you mean? I meant that I was worried about Dean being hur……wait, how'd you know what I was thinking?" Suddenly Anna felt anger towards this girl she didn't even know the name of. "What are you doing in my head?" She demanded, shoving Becca.
"I wasn't in your head, you freak!" Becca replied angrily, glaring back at her. "I could just tell by the ugly expression on your face. And don't you ever touch me again."
Anna opened her mouth to retort, but Chase had turned around, and it was obvious they'd both done something very wrong.
"Hey!" She said, her voice low but carrying a note of annoyance. "What the hells the matter with you? You two want to get caught?" Her expression turned incredulous. "If the both of you are serious about being hunters, you'll control yourselves."
"Sorry." Becca mumbled, looking at the ground.
Chase gave them another stern look before she looked back at Nicholai and Andrew. They were climbing into Nicholai's beat up pickup.
"Come on, back to the car." She said, standing up and running back to the car. Becca stood up and followed Chase and Anna trailed behind. Becca jumped into front seat next to Chase, so Anna climbed in the back seat. She pulled the car away from the curb and started to follow the werewolves' truck.
"So, what's the plan?" Becca questioned.
"Make sure Andrew and Nicholai don't kill anyone," Chase responded dryly, her attention solely on the road. The truck ahead made a sharp right and she followed suit.
Anna looked at Becca in the front seat and decided to swallow her pride.
"I'm sorry," She told Becca, sticking out her hand to shake. "I don't……I don't know what I was thinking. I think of ya like friend, especially if you're keeping the boys under wraps. Friends?"
Becca gave her a suspicious look, but took her hand and shook it anyway. "Sure. But just to warn ya, you might end up taking back the 'keeping the boys under wraps' comment. Dean and I seem to get into trouble and Sammy has to keep us under wraps." She gave Anna a grin. "Not that anything is going on between Dean and me. He's like ten years older then me and like the older brother I never wanted but am now stuck with."
"Look guys, the heart to heart here is great, but can we pay attention to the situation at hand, please?" Chase asked, turning the car into another sharp right, still following Nicholai and Andrew. They passed a sign telling them they were leaving Cowley and Chase glanced at it, the look in her eye unreadable. She turned back to the road and suddenly she sent the car swerving. Anna looked at the truck, trying to see why, and got her answer when she saw the shotgun pointed at them.

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Dean sat with his back up against the bar, sipping his beer and flashing a smile at a group of women sitting at a table. They were giggling and casting him glances, obviously interested and obviously not Deirdra. Next to him, Sam sat, going over a paper or two about werewolves; probably for the millionth time.
"Hey," A silky female voice said behind him and he turned to see an attractive brunette. She was wearing a revealing strappy top and tight jeans.
"Hey," Dean said casually, realizing this must be Deirdra. "Can we help you?" He asked, giving her a smile.
Deirdra smiled smoothly at him. "Yeah, it's my car. I'm not sure what's wrong with it; do you think either of you could look at it for me? Or maybe let me borrow a phone?"
Dean glanced at Sam, and then stood up, giving Deirdra a flirty smile. "Sure. Where abouts are you parked?"
Deirdra gestured towards a back door and started to walk that way, obviously expecting Dean to follow. "Follow me," She said, smiling still as she weaved her way in between the tables.
"I'll be back in a second." He told Sam, and then followed Deirdra out. She led him down the street and then turned into a small alleyway.
"So, where's the car?" Dean asked, glancing around the empty alleyway. He turned to look at Deirdra, but felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head. He fell to the ground as everything went black.
"Thanks for your help." Deirdra said coldly to Dean's limp form, holding a gun she'd just hit him with.