Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Annie and Lexie

I Could Never Be Your Woman

Annie frowned as Sam looked over a map of Pennsylvania and let out a snort of laughter.

"Look," He laughed, pointing. "Carlisle."

"Yep. That's where my parents had sex. Got down and dirty, did the nasty. Really paints a nice visual deep in your brain, huh?" She smirked as Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably and fold the map back up.

Annie frowned as Dean walked over to the driver's side of the Impala.

"If you stop anywhere near Carlisle or Tipton, I'll shoot you, Dean."

"Yeah well, we're not going to Pennsylvania. I, uh, just got a call..." He scratched behind his ear before looking over at Annie. "...from an old friend."

"Old friend?" Sam's brows shot up.

Annie's frown deepened as she nodded slowly. "Cassie?"

"Cassie?" Sam looked between his brother and friend. "Who's Cassie?"

"You told her?!" Sam gaped at his brother.

"So..." Dean looked at Annie in the rear view mirror, desperate for a subject change. "Guess who has a birthday coming up?"

"Oooh no, no, no, no. You're not changing the subject, Dean--Not that I didn't remember it was your birthday, 'cause I did, Annie." Sam looked at her then back at his brother. "You told her the 'big family secret', when I never even told Jess!"

"You want a vanilla or chocolate cake, Annie? I'm kinda in the mood for chocolate."

Annie sighed and sank deeper down into her seat. This was going to be one long-ass drive.

--

"You gonna be okay?" Annie asked softly, watching as Dean looked up at the building with a flicker of hope in his eyes.

Dean nodded as he looked her way, giving her a short smile before heading into the building with Annie and Sam trailing behind, stopping when her phone rang.

"You two go." She waved them off before answering her phone. "Hello?"

"Happy Birthday!" Came Lexie's excited voice.

Annie laughed and shook her head. "You remembered!" She said in a sarcastic "aww!" tone.

"Hey! How could I forget your birthday? It was your 18th birthday party where I met...Steve." Annie gagged with a smile on her face at the dreamy sigh Lexie gave off. "Okay seriously, what's wrong with the name Steve?!"

Annie shrugged and held in her laughter. "I dunno...it's just...bleh. I don't really like it."

"Oh sure, 'cause Brodie's so much better."

"Hey! He was cute--and he was Quarter Back! Steve sounds like a name of one of those serial killer's that dresses up in clowns suits and keeps dead bodies under his porch!"

Lexie let out a loud laugh and shook her head. "You have one wild imagination, kiddo."

"Yeah, yeah." Annie smiled as she leaned against the side of the Impala. "So did you just call to tell me 'Happy Birthday' or is there something else you need to tell me?"

"Can't I just call and wish a friend happy birthday? No string attached?" She listened as Annie kept quiet before sighing and nodding. "Okay, I need you to look up a few things for me..."

"I knew there was something hunt related with this call!" Annie laughed. "Sure, what do you need, Sweetie?"

"Umm, I need you to find any info you can on..." there was the sound of papers rustling in the background along with a few curses. "Gregory Thompson. And I need you to find out all you can on possessed fish."

Annie started to crack up but stopped when she noticed Lexie wasn't laughing. "You're kidding, right? Possessed fish?? What it ate him?"

Again Lexie didn't laugh and Annie's brows shot up.

"You're serious? A fish ate this man? Please tell me it wasn't a gold fish or anything like that."

"Well..." Lexie trailed off as she looked at a few pictures. "I wouldn't say gold fish...but close, very close."

"Oh well that's just disturbing." Annie grumbled before reaching into the Impala and writing everything down so she remembered what she needed to look up. "Is that all?"

Lexie nodded. "That's just about it. I'll call if I need anything else. Bye Babe."

"Bye." Annie sighed and closed her phone before climbing into the car and waiting for the boys, frowning up at the building.

It wasn't that she didn't like Cassie--okay, well that's a lie. Because she didn't like Cassie. It didn't start out that way, though. Annie was happy Dean was happy and her and Cassie actually got a long, but when Cassie called Dean crazy and broke it off Annie wasn't exactly her biggest fan. Still isn't. She hurt Dean and pretty badly. Which is a hard thing to do, Annie of all people knows that.

She just hoped Dean was filling his mind up with false hope again.

--

Dean kept staring at Annie out of the corner of his eye as the two sat at the small table in their motel room, jerking slightly when Annie mumbled, "Knock it off, Dean."

"What?" He asked. "I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, okay. I have a few things to look up for Lexie, so--" She held her finger up to her lips and went back to work.

Dean waited a few minutes before clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, Annie looking up with raised brows.

"Yes?"

"I, uh, got this thing--well, it's not a thing. It's a reservation at that Italian restaurant on Montgomery Avenue. It's a uh, dinner thing for us...for your birthday...for the two of us, for a dinner."

Annie chuckled quietly as she watched Dean shift in his seat again and cast a few glances her way.

"Okay." She nodded with a small shrug. "What time?"

"Around 8."

Annie nodded again before going back to her research, Dean grinning and nodding to himself.

-

Sam looked up at his brother when Dean answered his phone, standing up from the table and grabbing his jacket.

Dean turned to Annie as he put his phone away and backed out of the door. "I gotta head out real quick, I'll meet you at the restaurant, Annie. Remember, 8 o'clock. Just...bring my monkey suit with you, okay?"

Annie nodded slightly as she watched Dean hurry from the room before turning to Sam who shrugged in return.

-

Looking around Annie shifted uncomfortably as a few people stared at her.

Now she didn't mind that she was wearing a dress, that wasn't the problem at all. She actually enjoyed finally being able to wear one of the very few nice things she had.

It was the fact that she had been sitting here for an hour waiting on Dean as the waiter kept walking by with a knowing eye, and everyone near her table staring at her as she looked around and fiddled with her napkin.

She sighed as she looked at her watch again. Two and a half hours. She frowned as the waiter came back over and offered to fill her wine glass up again, to which she nodded.

Grabbing his arm as he went to walk away, he arched a brow at the brunette.

"Leave the bottle." She stated.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied softly before walking away.

Going on three hours and--she looked down at her watch again--twenty-two minutes she called it quits. Getting up from the table she stalked towards the exit, her drinks already paid for, by her. She pushed open the door and huffed as the cold night air bit at her skin. Annie narrowed her eyes as she slid on the jacket to Dean's suit, she couldn't believe Dean blew her off on her birthday for Cassie. The woman who ditched him and called him a nut case...along with a few other choice words. How could he? He stood his best friend up, the said best friend who cuddled with him when he cried, actually cried, because his first actual girlfriend left him.

Annie wasn't sure if her blurred eyes were due to the cold air nipping at her face or that she was so upset she was resorting to crying herself...or maybe it was that bottle of wine. She really wasn't sure. She just knew she was pissed.

Sam looked up as she came into the motel room, wiping her eyes furiously.

"Where's Dean?" He asked as he shut his laptop.

Annie shrugged and yanked her hair down from it's bun. "Never showed up. So I don't know, and right now, I really don't care."

Sam's brows shot up and he took in the jacket she was wearing over her dress. "Where's the rest of the suit?"

"In the middle of the road between South Wayne Street and Elizabeth Street." She muttered before going into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.

Sam frowned deeply before grabbing his jacket and heading out of the room. Annie yanked her dress off with sharp movements and shoved it into the trash bin under the bathroom counter, wanting to forget everything about this evening. She turned the shower on to as hot as she could stand without injuring herself.

After her long hot shower she dressed in one of her too big T-shirts and a pair of boy shorts, she opened the bathroom door and arched a brow at the sight of the lights dimmed and a lone cupcake sitting in the middle of the small motel table.

"Sam?" She pushed her hair behind her ears and walked over to the table, jumping a little as Sam stood from over by his bed.

"Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "I couldn't find an actual cake, everyone's closed. But I got this at that 7-11 down the street."

Annie shook her head and smiled. "No, no. This is perfect."

Sam nodded and picked up the cupcake, holding it in front of her face. "Come on, make a wish."

"Sammy, you do realize that this doesn't work anymore? Hasn't since I was 6." She replied and watched him roll his eyes. "Come on, Sam, in our line of work you learn there's no such thing as wishing."

"Could you not be so literal? Just for tonight? Please?"

She sighed and nodded, giving in to those adorable puppy-eyes.

"Okay." She whispered before closing her eyes, making her wish and blowing out the candle on the small cupcake. "Happy?"

Sam smiled and nodded his head in the direction of the bed. Annie stared at him for a second then made her way over to the bed, her eyes stinging with tears. It was stupid really, but she couldn't help it. It was just a few tapes starring Molly Ringwald.

"I've never really been a big fan of Pretty In Pink, to be honest. But I know it's tradition and I really don't mind watching them. As long as it's just a once a year thing." He grinned at the end of his sentence.

Annie laughed and nodded then pressed a soft kiss to his lips before wiping the tears from her cheeks and climbed into bed next to him after he put 16 Candles in.

By the end of The Breakfast Club the two were out like a light, cuddled up together. When morning came Annie told Sam she was going to stay at the motel and finish up her research for Lexie so she could finish her killer fish hunt. Sam nodded, although he had a knowing look in his eye, and left the room to meet up with his brother.

--

Annie groaned and rubbed at her eyes, she felt like her eyes had shrunk to the size of peas. She'd been working at this all day and it was going on midnight, the boys were finishing up this God awful hunt. Finally. Picking up her cell phone she dialed a number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Fire."

"What?" Came Lexie's confused voice.

"Fire." Annie laughed. "To kill the killer fish, you have to set it on fire...and it has to be stuffed with rock salt."

Lexie arched a brow and stared into the disgusting pond. "I seriously have to stuff that fricker with rock salt and then set it on fire??"

"Apparently so." Annie nodded. "That's all I could come up with. Everything else was no help."

"Great." Lexie muttered as she grimaced. "We're talking stuff as in, stuff a turkey, aren't we?"

Annie bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah. Full on shoving it down it's throat til there's nothing left to fill."

Lexie sighed and scrubbed her hand down her face. "Okie Dokie. Thanks, hun."

"No problem, I'll talk to you later."

Annie's eyes shot to the door as the knob turned a few times, her heart settled at seeing Sam and Dean walk through the door.

"It over?" Annie asked, eyes on Sam.

"Finished." Sam nodded and dropped his jacket on the back of the one chair. "We leave in the morning."

Annie nodded slightly and went back to messing around with her laptop.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked her softly.

"Going to bed." Annie's jaw clenched as she shut the lid to her laptop before laying back on Sam's bed.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and scratched behind his ear. "Annie, I..."

"Don't want to hear it, Dean." Annie shook her head and got under the covers.

"Annie, please--" He started quietly.

"No." She shook her head again. "I don't have a thing to say to you."

Dean tried to ignore the dull ache he felt when Annie turned her back to him, Sam placing a hand on his brother's shoulder before climbing in next to her.

-

"So how'd Lexie's hunt go? What with the whole killer fish thing." He tried to keep his laughter in. Annie knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract her from Dean and Cassie standing in front of the Impala.

"She made it out in one piece." Annie smiled. "Still has all her fingers and toes."

"How'd she get rid of it?"

"Had to stuff it full of rock salt and then set it on fire."

Sam's face scrunched up and he shook his head. "What the Hell?"

"Yeah." She replied, watching as Dean lowered his head, hurt written on his face.

Dean climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala a few moments later and Sam pulled away, leaving Cassie in the dust. And hopefully the past. Dean glanced Annie's way every couple of minutes and watched her as she stared out the window next to her. He sighed inwardly. He really fucked up this time.

When Sam went into the gas station Dean took that as his chance to apologize to Annie.

He looked at her for a few seconds before clearing his throat, wincing when she turned to him and he seen the coldness in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Annie."

Annie stared at him before shrugging slightly as she said softly, "I know. I just don't think I can forgive you this time."

A/N: I had started writing this yesterday morning but my cat, James, died yesterday afternoon so I spent the rest of the day crying my eyes out. And when I woke up this morning I really wanted to write, and it helped a bit, it kept my mind off of him. So yeah, that's why this wasn't out.
And the whole Molly Ringwald thing is from me. My Mom and I have this tradition where we started watching 16 Candles, Pretty In Pink and The Breakfast Club on my six-teenth birthday, and we've done it every night on my birthday since then. So that's where that's from. -Kalli

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