Instead of going upstairs like she had told Sam, Anna decided to say good-bye to Dean, Anna walked out on the porch, fresh with sand and dirt, and leaned against a sturdy wooden post. Dean was throwing a beaten up old bag into the backseat of his car, he didn't notice she was there until he was about to get in. Smiling, he crooked a finger at her, she pushed away from the post and walked down the steps to where he stood, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Babe.." he said "… your breakin' my heart."
'Not as much as your breakin' mine.' She thought to herself just before he pulled her in for a brain searing kiss, she moaned, feeling his hands squeezing her sides gently.
"Not now." He whispered to himself.
"Yea, not now." She joked and mock punched him the shoulder.
He placed a kiss on her forehead and leaned down so his forehead touched hers, he smiled and looked her in the eyes.
"How long will you be gone?" Anna asked him, a brush of loneliness touched her heart.
"Just until tomorrow, promise."
Anna remembered the last time he had said that and felt a rush of panic, she mentally shook the feeling telling herself that he wouldn't leave without Sam… or saying good-bye.
"Promise?" she asked weakly.
"Promise." Obviously he remembered last time as well.
Anna nodded and stepped back, watching him bend into the car and close the door, smiling a rakish smile he pulled away from her house for the second time in her life. She watched the car until she could only she the dust following his bumper, a pang of hopelessness settled just below her heart. Still watching the road, Anna wrapped her hands around her upper arms and rubbed some warmth that had left her when Dean had let go, back into them.
It wasn't fair, Dean could move through their relationship without any attachments, to him this was purely physical, sexual, but to Anna there was more at stake, her heart was now caught in the crossfire, no matter how much she tried to deny it. Finally, she turned away from where Dean had once stood, 20 minutes and 4 years ago, walking back into the house were she had grown up. She needed to sleep, to stop thinking for an hour or two, maybe just until Alex and Brian came home, then she would wake up and she would be one or two hours closer to seeing Dean again. Distractedly she made her way up to her room and lay down on the soft mattress, wrapping the thin cotton blanket around her and just staring at the water stain in the ceiling.
Scents mingled as they breezed through her window, lilacs and lilies, the scent of rain and romance, they lingered in her mind as her eyelids drooped and dipped until all she could see was the darkness of sleep.
Someone or something was touching her, grazing her hips with rough calloused hands, scraping across the delicate skin on her stomach, then reaching up and grasping her breasts. Anna's body reacted instantly, arching and moaning softly in her sleep as they kneaded harshly, the hands that grasped her body weren't soft and gentle like Dean's yet they aroused the same amount of pleasure.
Dean's face was above her in her dream, smiling, his eyes glazed with passion and love, a tiny, almost unnoticeable pang of alarm and confusion changed the dream. Dean's face was the same, but the hands that touched her were rougher, harsher as they stripped off her clothes. Anna felt her bra being ripped off and her breasts ached from the bruising grasp that clawed at her, her stomach flipped when Dean's face became distorted in anger and jealousy. His hair went from dirty blonde to a deep chocolate brown, his smoky green eyes blurred and became a matching brown, the features of his face were cast in shadows.
Anna realized that the man who lay on top of her, the one who was holding her so tightly, wasn't Dean but instead was Sam. His eyes were dark, almost black in the twilight, his mouth was twisted into a sadistic smile that sent shivers down her spine.
"Sam?" she groggily asked.
"You bitch."
Confusion. "What?" she asked.
"You had to trick, Dean, didn't you? You had to weave some kind of spell on him, make him want you so much that he forgot about his little brother."
"Sam, are you okay?"
"You're going to pay. I'll show Dean who you really are, a lustful whore, a stupid bitch."
"Sam?" she asked again, his voice seemed deeper and lower in pitch.
"Shut up." Sam said and yanked her jeans down.
"What are you doing?" Anna yelled. "Sam, it's Anna!"
"I know who you are."
"Sam, why are you doing this? It's Anna, Dean's friend, your friend."
"Friend? No, that's not right." He said and shook his head.
Sam slapped a hand over her mouth and yanked his belt, fear blasted through her grogginess, and awareness flashed like a bright light over her. In an attempt to escape, or reason, Anna bit his hand hard, tasting iron in her mouth, Sam growled and brought his hand across her face with a resounding crack. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, her brain seemed to shut down for a moment, his hand came down on her face again, pain burst in her face.
"Sam…" she said weakly and watched his hand come up for another.
"Shut up."
Anna closed her eyes and waited for the blow, soon she felt his hands slide up to her throat and wrap around it, applying pressure to her windpipe. Anna wheezed and gagged, hoping to drag air into her lungs, a scream lodged in her throat as Sam pressed harder against her throat. Darkness swirled at the edges of her vision and Anna had to fight not to pass out, her mind blanked and her body went lax, Anna scratched at the hands but to no avail.
"Sam…" she whispered.
Suddenly the weight that crushed her on the bed was gone, the hands that had been wrapped around her throat were gone, a fresh breathe of air slammed into her burning lungs. She coughed and wheezed, hyperventilating to bring air into her lungs. Brian stood over an unconscious Sam, his breathe coming in on pants, she could still feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stood up and stumbled over to Brian.
"He's infected." She rasped.
"Infected?" he asked.
"Anger."
"Anna, you need to sit."
"Anger." She said again, a little louder.
"One of the seven deadly sins."
"Yes."
"Sit." Brian ordered. "Get me some rope and a chair."
Alex dashed down the stairs, five minutes later they could both hear the tap of her feet running up the stairs, a chair in one hand, a length of rope in the other. Brian lifted Sam up into the chair with a grunt and knotted the rope around him three times before he was satisfied, then he turned to Anna and knelt in front of her. His fingers glided over the bruised flesh, now turning a light purple, they felt comforting and warm on her skin as he examined her chest and stomach which held deep bruises as well. A white cotton robe covered her, clothes littered the ground, some of Sam's and some of her own, a shiver traced it's way down her spine.
Did you like this chapter?
I thought it was much more progressive than the other chaps.
So do you want a chapter 15?
