"Anna, you need to get some rest." Alex said as she breezed to the room where Sam and Anna sat, he still hadn't woken up.

Nearly three hours had passed since she had been attacked by Sam and Dean still hadn't returned, she didn't expect him to for at least another hour or two, she was worried, about Sam, about Dean, about being possibly infected with one of the sins. Her head ached and her throat burned, the room still seemed to spin when she stood but sleep would never come if she lay down, she would see Sam over her, choking her, slapping her. She would wait until Dean came home, then she would sleep, but right now she was too wound up to think about anything other than the two brothers.

"I won't be able to."

"Anna, you've been attacked, you're hurt, you're tired and you're traumatized, you need rest."

"I can't."

Alex looked at her sister worriedly. "I left Greg with Aunt Jordan."

"Probably for the best."

"Are you okay?"

There was silence for several moments. "In a week he's going to leave." Anna's voice was laced with tears.

"You've fallen in love with him again haven't you?"

Anna said nothing. "Oh, honey, it's okay to fall in love."

"Not with him."

"Even with him. Remember what I said when I was "with" Brian, he could never love me, he wouldn't be a good husband, remember that? And look at how good he is to me."

"Dean isn't the marrying type."

"Have you asked him?"

"Trust me, he isn't."

The anger that laced Anna's voice stated that the conversation was over.

Sam groaned and opened his eyes, chocolate brown eyes looked at Anna with both distress and confusion, Anna's body tightened.

"You attacked Anna." Malice laced Alex's voice.

"I what?" He sounded groggy.

"Alex, he didn't attack me, the thing inside him did."

"Thing inside me?"

"The anger, don't you remember?"

"All I remember was sitting downstairs and now I'm here…. tied to a chair."

"Yea." Anna croaked.

Sam's eyes widen as he looked back at Anna's throat and chest, she turned away just as she heard the sharp inhale of breathe.

"I did that?" Sam squeaked.

"Yea."

"Anna, I'm so sorry…"

"It wasn't your fault."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Not overly bad. But I'm more concerned with you."

"Me?"

"Your infected with one of the sins, Anger I think."

Sam didn't speak, he felt numb and sore at the same time, his heart pounded and his mind blanked on any memories of the last 6 hours, he couldn't think. Anna looked back at him and opened her mouth but closed it when she heard the crunch of gravel beneath tires. Anna closed her mouth and walked past him, gesturing to Alex to untie him for the time being, she nodded and began to untie him. Slowly, she strolled down the stairs and past Brian outside and watched Dean get out, pulling her shirt up to cover up the bruises she ran out to him and launched herself at him. Dean grunted and took her weight, holding her against him.

"Is everything okay?" he asked in a concerned voice.

She didn't say anything until he had carried her back into the house and saw the looks of concern, pain and confusion on Alex, Brian and Sam's faces.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

"Dean…" she croaked.

Dean's eyes came back to her but were distracted when her shirt fell back to his normal height and the sickly purple and blue colored bruises came into view, his eyes widen instantly.

"Anna…. Who did this?" he asked her gently.

"Dean…."

"I did." Sam interrupted.

"You did what?"

"The bruises."

Dean looked at him brother. "Why?"

"I Don't know, I don't remember."

"What do you mean you don't remember? I think I would remember if I wrapped my hands around someone's throat and hurt them."

"He's infected, Dean."

Dean was stunned for a moment. "Infected?"

"Anger." Anna said.

"Are… are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Can we stop it?"

"I don't know."

Something didn't feel right again, Sam's head felt foggy, like he was swimming with his eyes open and everything was distorted.

"She deserved it." Did that really just come out of his mouth?

"Sam?" that look of rage came over his face as he looked at her.

Everything was distorted, anger boiled Sam up, making him lightheaded and weak, he fought the feeling, pushing against the immovable anger that burned inside him.

"Sam?" His brother's voice this time.

"You just had to ruin everything, didn't you?" he yelled at Anna.

"Sam! You need to fight it!" she yelled back.

"You'll pay, you bitch."

A crack of a punch connecting with Sam's cheek resounded in the room. "Snap out of it, Sam!"

"He'll drop you the minute he gets sick of you, you're just another fling, another whore in a whole list of them. He just wants to fuck you. And you love it, you cunt." Sam continued even after the punch, he grabbed Anna's wrist and slammed her against a wall. "He doesn't want you. So why don't you go find some other guy to fuck around with?"

"Sam!" Dean yelled and yanked on Sam's shoulder, Sam turned around and looked at him confused.

"What?" he asked.

"What the hell is the matter with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dean, he didn't know what he was doing." Anna croaked as she pushed away from the wall.

"Tie him up." Alex ordered Brian.

Sam didn't argue, he couldn't argue, guilt blossomed in his chest, pain intensified the guilt and forced him to sit in the chair, he didn't want to hurt anyone. Anna looked at him and said "I'm going out." And left the house.

Dean stepped to go after her but Alex stood in the way. "Don't go after her. She needs time to think."

"I'll give her time to think later!" Dean boomed as a car skidded out of the driveway and into town.

"Not now."

Dean stepped away from the door and stared out into the darkness, a feeling of niggling impatience putting him on edge.

Phoenix Bar.

"What do you want to drink, little lady?"

"Whiskey, straight up." She spoke softly to preserve her voice.

"Alright, Anna." He said and strolled away.

Anna tugged on the silk scarf she had wrapped around her throat to cover up the bruises, she pulled down her hair to cover the bruise on her forehead and waited for her drink, when it came she took the glass and pressed it to her lips and greedily drank from the glass. The liquid burned down her throat and settled a warm feeling in her stomach, she smiled and tipped her head back, listening to Joan Jett blasting out of the jukebox on the other side of the bar. Anna took another sip from her glass and placed it on the counter, wrapping her long fingers around the glass she stared into the smooth amber liquid.

After finishing the first one, Anna didn't feel any better, drunker, but no better, so she ordered another one just as Rich slid onto the stool next to her.

"Something the matter?"

"No, I'm just takin a drink."

"Lord knows you deserve it."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't believe that bullshit your friend was spouting off about engagements was true. Anna, what's really going on?"

"We're engaged."

"Yea, and I own the Tajma- Hall." Rich said sarcastically.

"You do?" she replied jokingly, but Rick just stared at her.

"Nothings going on." She said.

"If he's hurting you, tell me."

"I'm not hurting her." Dean said from behind her. "And you better believe that Anna and I are getting married, now excuse us, we have a conversation to finish."

"About what?" Anna asked, a little drunker after her third whiskey.

"Our marriage?"

"Oh, yea." Anna grabbed her purse and stumbled towards the entrance.

Somewhere between her seat and the exit though, Dean had pulled her into a small cramped space that could be considered a storage area. She giggled when he pushed her against a wall and slammed his body against hers.

"What were you doing with him?" he demanded angrily.

"Just talkin'." She slurred.

"About?"

"Nothing."

"About me eh?"

"I didn't say that!"

"I guess I should be flattered, but I'm not considering that my fiancée was flirting with another man."

"I was not flirting! And I am not your fiancée!"

"Seemed to me, you were getting a little cozy there with Ron there."

"Rich."

"What?"

"His name is Rich."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We'll talk about this when we get home."

"But I still wanna drink!"

"No. You're done. No more drinking, no more flirting, no more going to bars alone."

"Of all the overbearing, stupid, high handed things you could possibly do, this is probably that stupidest!"

"I have to overbearing and high handed with you, you're always flitting off somewhere."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you did about an hour ago."

"You can't control me, I will flirt if I desire, I will go to a bar if I desire and I will damn well drink if I want to."

"You are dangerously close to pissing me off."

"What are you gonna do, Dean? Leave me? Maybe then I can flirt with whoever I want!"

"Anna, you had better shut up."

"How dare you! First you yank me away from my friend of whom I was chatting with, then you berate me for wanting to be alone, and then you tell me to shut up! Maybe I will go flirt with some men after all, it's not like you care, you flirt with everything that wears a skirt!"

"Anna!" he boomed and pinned her against the wall, his jealousy was starting to boil over. "Shut up!"

"No, Dean!" she yelled back.

Dean surprised Anna when he reached down and unsnapped the front of her jeans and jerked them down to the floor, outrage was displayed prominently across her face.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You're mine, Anna, no one else can have you, and I'm gonna prove it to you."

"No!" she yelled as he ripped off her underwear and dragged her up against the wall, her feet dangling.

Dean unsnapped his own jeans and pushed them down around his hips while working his boxers, Anna tried to fight him off but found that she was aroused already. Dean captured both of her wrists easily and pinned them over her head, using one hand he pulled his length out and placed the tip at the entrance of her body. Anna moaned and arched as he thrust into her in one fluid movement, Dean starting moving immediately, friction built and pleasure expanded with every thrust and withdrawl.

"You're mine, Anna, all mine."

"Yes." She moaned.

One of his fingers was playing with the soft fleshly lips of her vulva, sliding between and touching her swollen flesh, Anna gasped and moaned louder.

"Could Rich ever make you feel this way? Make you scream with pleasure, make you writhe and beg, could he?"

"No…. Dean….. only you." Anna rasped.

"Mine."

His thrusts became more violent, blasts of pleasure soared through her, sunbursts exploded behind her eyes and she shattered as he thrust one last time before spilling inside of her. Anna screamed her pleasure and lay limp in his arms.

'I love you Dean.' She thought to herself, lust already burgeoning itself inside her.

'I love you, Anna.' Dean thought to himself, as he felt his second round of lust.

A/N: I know there's a lot of drama, and dialogue but I hope u liked it! I tried to make it dramatic for you.

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