Sam was confused, that was the only thing he could identify in his muddled state of conciousness, the last few days were a blur of shapes and names and words but he couldn't seem to put them together to form a memory or thought. His head ached and his eyes felt gritty, like he hadn't been sleeping in a few days, actually for all he knew it could have been a few days, the few things that he could remember was the sight of Anna's throat after he had attacked her, the pure shock and rage in Dean's eyes and a few flashes of the ritual but not really anything else.
"You shouldn't be so worried about." Brian's voice cut through the cloud of his headache.
"Who will be if I'm not?"
"Trust me, Alex and I worried enough about the three of you for the whole world." he smiled at him, sitting in one of the chairs that decorated the hotel room.
Sam stared at the tan shaggy carpet beneath his boots and sorted out his thoughts, he sat back in the chair he had been sitting in and closed his eyes.
"This is probably one of the best hotels I have ever been in."
"Yea, I kinda thought so, hunting seems to be a thankless job."
"It is."
It was true that this was one of the best hotels he had ever been in, instead of lumpy mattresses and soiled sheets there were soft feather mattresses and pristine white sheets that were replaced every day, instead of a stained berber carpet that felt more like cement they had soft cotton carpet and the nicest thing of all was that there was whiskey and vodka in the mini-bar instead of beer. After all he had been through he needed a strong drink.
"You know, Dean never told me about you guys." it was a casual comment but was said with a wealth of bitterness.
"I wouldn't have expected him to, we were his past for all intensive purposes."
"But Anna had been his fiancee... you think that was something important."
Brian paused, took a sip from his glass. "While he was here, he talked non-stop about you, he wanted to tell you... but..."
"What?"
"He wasn't sure how you would take it, he knew you were happy in your life, happy at college with a new family."
"Figures."
"What?"
"Dean is so concerned with everyone else that he doesn't see that he's my brother and I care about him, of course I would want to know."
Brian looked at Sam, his blue eyes sharp with intelligence. "I can see why Dean was so proud of you."
"Proud?" Sam now looked genuinely confused.
"Yea. But I can see that's a conversation you and your brother need to have." He took another sip. "I guess I better be getting back..."
"Wait, just one question..."
"Yea?"
"... do you think that Dean and Anna will be happy together?"
"I don't know, all I know was that when Dean left, Anna was absolutely devasted. I can't be sure that Anna won't let the past get in the way of their future or that Dean won't leave again for some reason."
"Dean won't leave."
"How can you be sure?"
"I just am."
Sam smiled, that was the only thing he was sure about, Dean wouldn't leave Anna like this.
"Okay, well, I'm heading off to bed."
"Night."
"Night."
Brian stood and crossed the room, his long legs taking him to the door in only a few strides, without another word he opened the door and left the room, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts, but Sam was done with trying to find a way to remember, sometimes things were better left unremembered.
Anna
Anna knew something was dreadfully wrong the moment she stepped out of the hotel room, from where she stood she could see Dean and his car but the man standing in front of him put her on edge, she knew instinctively that this man was a cop, FBI or some other high status bureaucrat. The theory was immediately solidified when three unmarked black cars drove up behind them and more men piled out of vehicles, Anna watched as Dean got of the Impala with his hands behind his head, she almost cried out when the man who had been talking to him earlier slammed him against the hood of one of the cars and cuffed him. Dean looked up and saw Anna, he winked then was jerked back upward until he stood.
"Ma'am?" someone was tapping her on the shoulder.
Anna turned and was confronted with a tall man with sharp, penetrating blue eyes, his face was solemn and was off set by a mop of thick black hair, his pure size was what scared her though.
"Yes?" she faked a southern accent.
"Do you know this man?"
The man held up a picture of Dean but it was far more grisly. "No, I'm afraid not."
"Are you sure you haven't seen him around here?"
"You mean that man?" she pointed at Dean.
"Yes ma'am."
"Oh dear…. I think I saw him go into one of the rooms over there with a young woman." She frowned as if in distaste and pointed at one of the other rooms.
"Thank you." The man said and moved away from her.
Anna stepped back into the doorway and watched as Dean was forced into one of the cars, stepped back another step so that none of the other officers around would notice her and watched him from the shadows. A strange curling sensation began in her chest, she felt a certain distress overtaking her, she had to find a way to get him out.
Dean
"Are you Dean Winchester?" Henrickson asked Dean, his face like stone.
"Why, yes, yes I am."
"Is your birthday January 24th, 1983?" (Yes, this DEAN WINCHESTER'S Birthday!)
"Yes, I know you forgot, but there's still time to get me a gift."
"Cut the wise cracks."
"Ahh, c'mon, have a sense of humor."
Henrickson glared. "Kind of stupid of you to put your name on the hotel registry, you of all people should know that Vegas has everyone sign the registry, it was doubly stupid to put it under a name the FBI had on it's watch list."
"Such harsh words, I really thought we had something special."
"Where's your brother, Dean?"
"I don't have a brother."
"Sure you do, Sam Winchester?'
"Nope, doesn't ring a bell."
Henrickson sighed and slammed his fist on the table. "Tell me where your brother is!"
"Excuse me?"
Neither had noticed the door open or that a woman had entered the room but as soon as she spoke Dean knew that Anna had come to his rescue, Dean closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
"Are you lost?"
"Not if this is Dean Winchester?"
Dean glared at Anna but she didn't respond. "I am."
"Hello, Mr. Winchester, a man named Brian Davenport hired me to represent you."
