Anna

Maybe she was wrong, maybe this fluttering wasn't from pregnancy, maybe she was just nervous about him leaving, Anna thought about it the whole way to the hotel, staying quiet even when Dean reached out and took hold of her hand.

"Anna, are you okay?"

"Yea, fine."

"I keep forgetting that you were a hunter as well."

"Easy to forget." She said quietly.

"We'll be at the hotel soon."

"Dean, can I talk to you?"

"Sure." He didn't like the sound of that.

"When we get to the hotel… do you think…. That we could stay in different rooms? I don't think we should sleeping together if I'm pregnant."

"Yea, IF." He said, angry.

"Dean, it's not that I don't like you… I do… too much and I need time to think about the two of us, just for a couple of days."

"Well then it's a good thing we're not going to the hotel in town."

It took a moment for his statement to make it through her hazy mind. "What?"

"We're going somewhere else, to be alone."

"What?!" She yelled.

"Quiet down." Dean's cell phone chirped.

He picked it up, ignoring Anna. "Hello?" She couldn't tell who was on the other side.

"Plans have already been made, I'm taking her to Vegas while you guys fix everything up." A few seconds of silence. "Yes, I'll take care of her." Another few seconds. "Of course. Hey thanks for not stopping me, most sisters would kick my ass for doing something stupid like this."

Anna glared at Dean was he talked on the phone, anger was boiling just under the surface, she waited until he was off the phone before exploding.

"Vegas!" she bellowed.

"Can you stop with the yelling please?"

"Dean! I can't go to Vegas!"

"You don't have a choice."

"What the fuck does that mean?!"

"This is officially a kidnapping." Dean smiled smugly at her.

Anna was speechless, she couldn't open her mouth, let alone talk.

"Alex was in on this?"

"Yes and Brian."

"Brian too?!"

"Yup."

"What the hell are we going to do in Vegas?"

"I can't tell you, you'll hurt me."

"I'm this close to hurting you anyway."

"Shhhh, our song is on."

Highway to hell blasted through the speakers of Dean's Impala, Anna cringed but laid back in the seat and relaxed a little, her body ached and was most likely covered in bruises but she didn't care, her mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Vegas. She didn't speak until Dean had pulled into a quaint little hotel in Utah, she barely noticed that he had stopped she was so mad, he could feel her body fuming with suppressed rage, with gallantry unknown to him Dean got out and opened Anna's door.

Anna refused to look at him and sat in the seat of his Impala, Dean looked at her with a smug smile and put his hand out to her.

"Anna, get out of the car."

"No."

"Please?" he asked politely.

"No."

"You can sleep in the car if you want but I really have no desire to make love to you in the front seat, so Anna, please get out of the car."

"No."

"I will pull you out if I have to."

"You wouldn…"

Anna didn't finish her sentence before Dean hauled her up into his arms and threw her over his shoulder, when she struggled he patted her butt and chuckled, he carried her that way up to the booth and talked with the man congenially.

"A room for one please."

"Two!" she yelled.

"One." He clarified. "Got the wife all mad on our wedding night."

"I know the feeling." The man said and rolled his eyes, in the background Dean watched a woman pass by and raise her eyebrow.

"I am not his wife!" she yelled.

"Please be quiet." He said and smiled.

"Good luck." The man whispered.

"He'll need it! The big headed, overbearing, morally loose ass!"

"You really should lower your voice, darling."

Anna felt helpless as he carried her to their room, swiped the card and stepped inside, carrying her over the threshold and dumping her unceremoniously on the bed, then pinning her to the bed with his body as he lay down on top of her. She pushed on his chest and heard his rich laughter fill the room.

"Get off of me! Now!"

"Anna…" he pinned her wrists above her head. "Stop!"

"Let me go!" her face was filled with anger.

"I'm not going to hurt you, just stay still! Please!"

Anna continued to struggle until Dean kissed her hard on the lips, her whole body tensed for a moment then relaxed, melting into the kiss, his hands frame her face as he deepened the kiss. Anna broke it some time later.

"I need time, Dean. For me, for you and for us. I can't just jump back into a relationship, I did that the first time and I got hurt, we got hurt, I don't want that for us."

"I know."

"Just give me a few days, we'll go back to Arizona and work it out."

"No."

"No what?"

"We're not going back for a while."

"Why? Because of your stupid plans?"

"Actually yes."

"Dean, seriously, why are we going to Vegas."

"Not yet."

Anna didn't argue but pushed him off of her and walked to the bathroom, slamming door hard in his face as he tried to follow her, one tear slid down her cheek as she looked into the mirror, her heart showed in her eyes and she didn't want him to see. She wasn't right for him, she knew that, she'd broken his heart by accident, by the whim of his father and it wasn't fair.

'I love you so much, Dean.' She thought to herself, more tears sliding down her cheeks.

Dean

'I love you, Anna.' Dean thought to himself, listening at the bathroom door and hearing her almost silent sobs.

It wasn't fair, he wasn't good enough for her, he'd broken her heart by accident, by the hypocrisy of his father, how could he prove to her, tell her, when he was so afraid that she didn't return his feelings. It just wasn't fair. He shouldn't have dragged her here, she was going to hate him after he forced her to marry him, but what could he do? She was pregnant and she probably already hated him, but he had to do the right thing for their child, he had to do something right for the first time in his life.

"Anna." He said through the door. "I'm sorry."

Silence answered him, torn apart by his emotions Dean walked away from the door, he looked at for a moment, and felt his heart shutter.

'It just isn't fair.' They thought together.

"He deserves better." Anna said into the mirror.

"She deserves better." Dean said to the ceiling as he lay down.