Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Annie
A/N:I'm so so so sorry about making you guys wait since what, the end of August? Well I've decided to post this in two parts. So here's Part 1 (obviously). I'm not sure when I'll have Part 2 out. I do have an excuse, but this one is actually very serious. My Mom and Dad had been moving this huge mirror we have in our living room and the mirror apparently wasn't attached to the frame and it came down and sliced Mom's finger very bad, so Dad rushed her to the hospital but they had to amputate about half of the finger, because that part had died in the short amount of time. So Mom's depressed about losing part of her finger and I've been staying up late to comfort her and watch movies cause she's in a whole lot of pain. But we go to her doctor tomorrow so he can change the bandage (it happened Friday night) and see if there's anything at all that can be done. And I've been given a lot to do around the house, basically everything my Mom did, laundry, cooking, everything. I mean I helped with that stuff before, but now it's basically full-on that I'm doing and Mom's helping now. I'll try to write up the next part a little every evening. It shouldn't be after Thanksgiving. I'll definitely try to get it out before that. -Kalli
Boys Will Be Boys
"I--wow..."
"If you wanna turn me down, please do it easily. This is my first time in love." Dean whispered quietly, embarrassed blush creeping up his cheeks.
Annie stared at Dean, a small smile gracing her lips as she shook her head, trying to search for the words.
"No?" Dean asked heart broken.
"No! No!" Annie shook her head quickly and cupped his chin. "I'm not turning you down."
"So...?"
Annie blushed and smiled. "I think we give this girlfriend/boyfriend thing a try."
Dean felt a pressure lift from his chest and a shy smile graced his lips. "So are we supposed to do it or kiss or do we like wait and g..."
Annie giggled softly before claiming his lips with her own, silencing him. Dean's shy streak slowly disappeared and a smirk gave way as he deepened the kiss causing Annie to giggle once more. But as his hands came up to pull down the zipper on the sweatshirt of his she was wearing, she pulled away shaking her head.
"Sorry Mister, you know my rules." Annie told him when he pouted.
Dean frowned and shook his head. "I'm not doing that, Annie."
"Well then I'm not doing you." She retorted, smirk visible on her face.
"We'll see." He replied as Sam came out of the bathroom fresh from his shower, Annie grabbing her bag and going to get her shower, returning shortly after so Dean could get his before he passed out.
Annie smiled as the blue eyes of Binx glowed in the darkness of the room, the kitty meowing when the bathroom door opened and Dean walked out towards their bed.
"Come here, Sweetie." He whispered softly and picked the kitten up, climbing under the covers and relaxing back into his pillow.
"I knew you had a soft spot for her." Annie whispered on a laugh causing Dean to jerk slightly.
"Jesus, I thought you were asleep."
"Nope." Annie smiled, moving closer to curl into him and petting Binx, who was stretched out on his chest.
Annie groaned as Dean moved, stirring her from her sleep.
"Stop moving!" She whined when he moved the arm her head was pillowed against.
"Shh." He hushed her, a clicking sound being heard soon after.
"What are you doing?" She frowned and sat up. Rolling her eyes at the sight of Sam passed out beside her, plastic spoon hanging from his mouth.
Dean's only response was a wink sent her way before reaching over and turning up the radio, belting out the words of the song. Annie groaned and covered her ears as Sam sat up, yanking the spoon from his mouth while Dean went on to playing air drums on the steering wheel.
"Dean." Annie yelped as he almost whacked her in the head as he played the drums.
"Sorry Baby." He settled, resting his arm behind her on the seat and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. He smirked when he got his brother glaring at him. "Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own."
"I like Texas. The guys are hot."
"We're not gonna start that crap up again, Dean." Sam spoke up, trying to hide his grin at the scandalized look on his brother's face.
Dean took his eyes off the road to look at his brother. "Start what up?"
"That prank stuff. It's stupid and always escalates."
"Aww, what's the matter Sammy, afraid of getting a little Nair in your shampoo again?"
"It came out in patches." Annie snorted at the memory, covering it up, not so subtly, with a cough when Sam frowned at her. "It was cute...In a disturbing kind of way..."
Sam's frown deepened and he shook his head. "All right, just remember you started this."
"Bring it on, Baldy."
Annie giggled but rested her hand on Dean's knee, letting him know to cool it.
"Where are we?" Sam asked and looked out the window at his surroundings.
"A few hours outside of Richardson." Dean replied dully. "Give me the low-down again."
"About a month or two ago a group of kids go poking around this local haunted house--"
"Haunted by what?"
"Spirit." Annie sighed, not liking this one from what she'd heard earlier from Sam.
"So the legend goes, he takes girls and strings them up in the rafters."
"I'm lovin' this case, how 'bout you?"
Sam chuckled at Annie's response, Dean pressing another kiss to the side of her head.
"Anyway," Sam chuckled. "this group of kids find this dead girl hanging in the cellar--"
"Anybody I.D. the corpse?"
"That's kinda the thing, by the time the cops got there, the body was gone." Annie spoke up.
"Cops say the kids are just yanking their chain." Sam finished.
Dean shrugged. "Well maybe the cops are right."
"Maybe. But I read a couple of the kids' accounts. They seem pretty sincere."
"Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean asked his brother curiously, brow perking up when Annie tried to stop the grin on her face.
Sam frowned at Annie. "Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas...so, last night I surfed through some local...paranormal websites--and I found one."
"And what's it called?" This time Annie couldn't contain the grin as Dean glanced at his brother.
Sam hesitated and gave a slight chuckle. "Hell Hounds ."
Dean snorted as he shook his head. "Let me guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement?"
"Yeah, probably." Sam chuckled.
"Look, most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the persweeter."
"The what-er?"
"Persweeter."
"Paskeeter?"
"Per. Sweeter." Dean said slowly.
"Do you just make this stuff up or something?"
"Look," Sam cut in, the two stopping to glance at him. "We let Dad take off, which was a mistake, by the way."
Annie stopped smiling as Dean's playful smile from a few moments before left.
"We have no idea where he is, so in the mean time we need to find something to hunt. So there's no harm in checking it out."
Dean let out a deep breath and nodded. "So where do we find these kids?"
"Sam place you always do in a town like this."
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"You stay here and behave, okay? Mommy will bring you back something to eat."
Dean rolled his eyes at the baby-talk Annie used on the kitten, and again when she its face like it was, indeed, a baby.
"Come on, Mommy Dearest."
Annie put the kitten in the backseat and climbed out of the car with a frown Dean's way.
Two hours later the walked our of the small drive-in with annoyed looks on their faces. The only thing the stories had in common was a guy named Craig.
--
Annie smiled at Dean as he opened the door for her and she walked in ahead of he and Sam.
Dean and Sam walked over to a boy in his late teens as Annie stood over in one of the aisles, casually looking through the records as she listened closely to what was being said between the three guys.
"I need this."
Annie's head shot up, surprised at seeing Dean standing in the aisle beside hers, record in his hand.
"Is it your birthday?"
"No."
"And is Christmas any time soon?"
"Well n--"
"Then you don't need it. You don't even have a record player, Dean."
"That's not the point." He caught the look she sent him and sighed. "Fine."
Annie smiled and placed her hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing along his cheek bone. "Such a good boy."
"Do I get a reward?" He smirked.
"Go to work, Dean."
"Haven't even been dating for a week and she's telling me what to do." He muttered as he turned and made his way over to his brother and Craig.
Annie looked up again when the beel above the door jingled. She just caught Sam walking outside, Dean jerking his thumb towards the parking lot. Annie nodded slightly as to not give herself away and waited a moment or two after Dean left.
Picking the record up that Dean was pouting over, she sighed and muttered a, "Big baby." as she walked up to the counter.
--
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, watching Annie look around the room.
She hushed him and held up a bag. "I have to find a place to hide this stupid record from your stupid brother."
Sam chuckled and looked at the bathroom door before lifting the right corner of the foot of the mattress.
Annie smiled gratefully at him and carefully placed the record there, both Sam and Annie turning around when the bathroom door opened.
Dean arched a brow at the pair and looked around the room cautiously when they both gave an awkward smile.
"All right...let's head out."
"Sounds good." Sam blurted as Annie nodded, "Perfect."
"Everything okay?" Dean asked hesitantly.
"We're good." They spoke.
Dean watched his brother leave the room before turning to Annie whoe grabbed her jacket and walked over to him.
"What was that about? You two aren't conspiring against me with this whole prank thing, are you?"
Annie laughed and shook her head. "No. I'm so not getting in on that."
"You sure? If we team up we could take Big Foot down."
"Nope, not happening. That's your whole weird brother-bonding thing." She smiled before pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss. "Ready?"
"Yeah. Yeah, lets go."
--
Annie grimaced as her shoes sunk in a bit in the mud as she followed Sam and Dean over to the abandoned cabin. Dean letting out a low whistle once inside.
"Looks like he was a tagger in his time."
"And after his time too." Sam replied.
Annie and Dean looked at the youngest Winchester before looking at each other and shrugging.
"The reverse cross has been used by Satanist for centuries." He pointed at the markings. "But this one didn't show up until the '60s."
Dean stared at his brother. "That is exactly why you never get laid."
"Dean." Annie scolded and smacked him in the gut as he walked by her. "Don't listen to him Sammy, nerds are sexy."
"What about this one? Have you seen it before?" Dean asked from the other side of the room.
"No." Sam walked over, Annie shrugging and shaking her head in confirmation that she didn't know either.
"I have." Dean said aloud to himself.
Sam reached up and touched the marking, pulling his hand back with a frown at the tackiness on his finger.
"It's paint. Pretty fresh too."
Dean sighed and looked around the room with a frown creasing his brow. "I dunno. I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind--but the cops might be right about this one."
Annie smiled softly at the look of distaste on Dean's face.
The sound of something falling in the next room brought the three out of their thoughts.
Dean held his arm out as Annie went to follow behind Sam.
"I want you to stay behind me."
She was about to protest but stopped herself when she caught the look in his eye. He meant business.
"Yeah. Okay." She nodded and followed behind Dean, keeping close.
Sam nodded at his brother when Dean mouthed 'on three'. As Dean held up the third finger, the two kicked the door in, only to be blinded with the brightness of flashlights.
"What are you guys doing here?" The guy in the fisherman's vest asked.
Dean stared at them. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
"Uh...we belong here. We're professionals." The other man answered.
"Professional what?" Dean watched them as if they were stupid.
"Paranormal Investigators." The one in the glasses again, reaching into his pocket and pulling a card out and handing it forward.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Dean muttered as he looked at the card causing Annie to giggle.
"Ed Zedmore and Harry Spangler. Hell Hounds . You run that wedsite." Sam tried to hide his grin.
"Oh yeah. We're big fans." Dean said as he walked past the two guys.
"We know who you guys are too."
The three stared at the one in the glasses.
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked casually.
"Amatures." Ed practically laughed. "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."
Sam's brow creased as he tried not to smiled while Annie covered her mouth so the laugh didn't escape.
"So if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation." Harry spoke up.
"Yeah? What do you got so far?" Dean asked.
"Well Harry, why don't you tell them about EMF."
Harry looked at his friend. "Wel--"
"EMF?" Sam asked.
"Electro Magnetic Field." Harry said.
He walked over to a duffle and pulled out an EMF detector, walking back to Sam and turning it on.
"Woah, woah..." Harry said as the detector started to whine.
"It's 2.8."
"2.8?" Ed let out a low whistle as Dean sent a knowing grin Sam and Annie's way.
"Wow." Sam's eyebrows shot up in mock shock.
"That's nice, so have you guys seen any ghosts before?" Dean wiped the grin from his face.
"Once." Ed nodded. "We were investigating this old house, and we saw a vase fall right off the table."
"By itself." Harry said cryptically.
Annie had to hide her her laughter behind her hand again as she looked between the two weirdos.
"Well, we didn't actually see it. But, but, we heard it. Something like that--it changes you."
This time Annie couldn't stop her laughter and burst into a fit of giggles.
"She does that when she gets scared." Dean said and walked over to Annie, placing his hand on the small of her back. "We'll let you get back to work."
Sam sent a tight smile Ed and Harry's way before following Dean and Annie out.
--
"Are you okay Dean?" Annie asked him as the two walked down the sidewalk, having just come from the police station.
"I'm fine." He smiled but swallowed deeply when his hand bumped into Annie's again.
Dean looked up, shocked, when Annie placed her hand into his, a small smile flickering onto her face. Dean felt himself grin and pull her a little closer.
"Hey." Sam nodded at the two, stepping out the library door and falling into step with them. "How'd it go at the police station?"
"I dunno Sam." Dean sighed. "I think this whole thing is a bust. I say we hit a bar, get a couple of beers, and then hit the road."
"Yeah. I guess."
Sam held up a finger at Annie when Dean climbed into the Impala. She arched a brow at him but just got a grin in return.
The Impala started up and music blasted from the speakers as the windsheild wipers swept back and forth.
"You did this?" Dean stared at his brother after he got everything stopped.
Sam laughed and let Annie climb in before him and then plopped beside her, making an air tally of points with his finger.
"That was weak." Dean frowned and pulled out onto the street.
ooXXoo
A smile graced Annie's lips as she blinked tired eyes open, Dean placing soft kisses along her shoulder.
"Morning." She smiled.
"Morning." Dean grinned and went back to kissing her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" She giggled as Dean kissed his way to her neck.
"Waking you up." He replied in a 'duh' tone.
Annie rolled her eyes but the smile remained in place. "I can see that, Doofus."
"Doofus?" Dean pouted. "That hurt Annie."
She grinned and then matched his pout with one of her own before she kissed his pout. Dean grinned and kissed back.
"Where's Sam?"
"In the bathroom getting ready." Dean kissed her again. "Another dead chick."
Annie groaned and pushed him away. "Yeah, cause that totally doesn't ruin the mood."
Dean pouted and dove back in for another kiss only to have Annie turn her head.
"Annie." Dean whined and tried for another kiss only to miss again.
Annie's retort fell short as the bathroom door opened to reveal a clothed Sam who blushed at the sight of Dean practically hovering over her.
Dean smirked at his brother but Annie rolled her eyes again and pushed Dean away, getting up to get ready for the day.
--
The three hunters walked up the muddy road again, coming to a stop next to a man.
"What happened?" Dean asked the man and nodded his head in the direction of the house, where a bodybag was being brought out on a stretcher.
"A couple of cops say that poor girl hung herself in that house." He answered.
"Suicide?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." The man nodded sadly. "She was a Straight-'A' student. Full ride to U.T. too, it just doesn't make sense."
As the man walked away the three watched as the stretcher was pushed past them.
"What are you thinking?" Sam broke the silence.
"I think maybe we missed something." Dean sighed.
Annie nodded and placed her hand into Dean's as they made their way back down the road. Dean gave her hand a squeeze and smiled softly but blushed when he seen Sam smiling their way, catching Dean at actually being so affectionate.
When the three arrived back at the hotel they went to their own sides of the room, each forming a plan for the night.
"Annie, I want you to stay with me or Sam at all times." Dean spoke up.
"Dean--"
"No, Annie, I'm serious. This thing goes after girls. Stay with one of us at all times."
Annie knew by his tone that there was no point in arguing.
"Okay." She nodded.
Dean gave a tight smile and nodded as well.
As night time finally rolled around Dean, Annie, and Sam grabbed their gear and took off for Mordechai's house.
The three made their way up through the woods, hiding behind a patch of bushes and watched as a pair of cops patrolled around the house.
The hunters turned their heads as the sound of twigs snapping and hushed voices could be heard.
"Oh God." Annie groaned quietly at the sight of Ed and Harry 'sneaking' their way up to the house.
"I've got an idea." Dean grinned and stood to a hunched over stance. He cupped his hand to the side of his mouth to throw his voice as he called out, "Who you gonna call?"
Annie choked on her laugh as the two police officers ran by the bushes and ran after Ed and Harry into the woods.
Dean sent a wink her way before taking a hold of her arm and the three hurried into the house. Once inside, Sam dropped the small duffel onto the floor, pulling out a gun and handing it to Dean and then doing the same for Annie and himself.
Dean flashed his flashlight over to the one wall and frowned at the same marking as before.
"I swear I've seen that before!" He growled.
"Come on, we don't have time." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.
Dean frowned at his brother and made to smack him on the back of his head but Annie's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.
"No." She said as though she was scolding a child.
Dean frowned at her too but followed after Sam, Annie on his tail.
The stairs that led to the cellar creaked under the weight of the three hunters causing a chill to run up Annie's back, her shoulders shaking with a shudder.
Once at the bottom of the stairs Annie stuck with Dean as they searched the room for Mordechai. Dean shook his head to signal no sight of the spirit and Annie confirmed the same.
"Nothing." Sam's whisper reached their ears.
Dean sighed and turned to look at the jars on the shelf that was stood next to Annie.
Picking up one of the jars Dean looked it over with a look of wonder on his face.
"Hey Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this." He said with a grin.
"Dean." Annie frowned.
Sam stared at his brother like he was stupid. "What the Hell would I do that for??"
Dean looked back at the jar in his hands and smirked. "I double-dare you."
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother as Annie grabbed the jar from Dean's hand and placed it back on the shelf with a pointed look Dean's way.
The sound of something rustling made them hurry to the other side of the cellar. Annie raised her gun from her spot behind Dean as Sam stood next to a cabinet, where the noise was coming from. Dean nodded at his brother to open the doors, Sam's hand hesitantly hovered over the small knob on the door, with a deep breath Sam yanked the door open. Dean let out a gasp and stood on the tips of his toes as rats scrambled out of the cabinet and past them. Annie was disgusted but the look of humor was overriding the look of disgust as she watched Dean shudder.
"God, I hate rats." Dean grimaced.
"Would you rather it a ghost?" Sam smiled.
"Yes." Dean looked at his brother seriously.
Annie laughed at her boyfriend but stopped when she felt a chill run straight up her spine.
They turned to find an old man, with the skin colour of gray, standing behind them holding an ax.
Feeling herself being shoved back Annie grunted when her back connected with the stone wall. She forced herself not to shoot Dean full of rocksalt, and pushed herself from the wall with a grimace. The glare fell from her face though as Sam shot at the gray man and he kept making his way forward, this time it was Dean that shot at it, the spirit disappearing.
"What the Hell kind of spirit is immune to rocksalt?!" Sam yelled as Dean's face went white.
"I don't know." Dean's eyes searched around the room wildly. "Let's go. Go!"
Annie grabbed onto the closest person to her, which was Sam, and all but plastered herself onto his back, both taking off for the stairs. At the sound of wood breaking and glass shattering Sam and Annie turned to the source of the noise.
"Dean!" Annie felt her heart jump at the sight of Dean buried under a pile of wood and broken glass.
"I'm good!" He called out on a cough.
For the second time that night she felt herself being shoved back. The back of her legs hit the stairs and she gave out a gasp as she felt herself falling. With her eyes shut tight Annie braced herself for the fall but was surprised, and thankful, that it never came.
"Come on. Let's go." Dean's voice grunted in her ear as he lifted her the rest of the way to her feet and then grabbed her hand.
Annie followed behind Dean quickly, casting glances behind them every other second, searching for Sam. A thankful sigh escaped her lips when Sam appeared right behind her the next time she looked back. She felt Dean let go of her hand and watched as Dean shouldered the door as he ran, the wood splintering from the force.
Sam wrapped his arms around Annie and turned them as they tumbled out the doorway, making sure he took the brunt of the fall. Annie hurridly stood and helped Sam up in a silent thanks.
"Get that damn thing outta my face!" Dean yelled as the three ran past Ed and Harry, whom were standing off to the side with a video camera filming.
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"I dropped your gun."
Annie was curled up next to Dean on their bed with Binx against her, Dean was tapping his pen on a pad of paper that he had drawn the marking from before on.
"It's fine." Dean went to press a kiss to her head but stopped when he caught Sam looking their way curiously. "I'm sorry I pushed you."
Annie shrugged and kissed his shirt clad chest. "You saved me from cracking my head open on the stairs."
Dean chuckled and placed her hand into his when Sam looked away. "Well I had to. What if you had lost your memory and thought you liked ugly guys or losers, I would have lost you to Sam."
Annie laughed and smacked Dean on the chest. "Behave."
"Do you know this symbol?" Dean asked her.
"Sorry Dean." She shook her head. "I've got no idea."
"It's bugging the Hell out of me. This whole damn job is bugging me." He frowned. "I thought you said he only goes after chicks?"
"It does." Sam answered distractedly.
"Well that explains why it went after you and Annie, but why me?"
"Hilarious." Came Sam's dry reply. "The legend says he hung himself. But did you see those slit wrists?"
"And the axe." Annie pointed out.
"What's up with that? Ghosts are usually pretty strict, following the same patterns over and over."
"This one keeps changing." Dean finished.
"Exactly." Sam tossed a book aside. "I'm telling you, the way the story go--"
"What?" Annie turned her head from Dean when Sam stopped mid-sentence.
"Wait a minute..." Sam muttered and looked over his laptop screen.
"What?" Dean and Annie asked together.
"Someone added a new post to the Hell Hounds site. Listen to this:" Sam turned his laptop for a better look. "They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity."
Annie gave a yelp and held onto Binx as Dean sat up suddenly, causing her to almost tumble to the floor.
"Where the Hell is this going?" Sam mumbled, staring at the screen intently.
"I don't know. But I think I might have figured out where this all started." Dean gave his brother a knowing grin, threw down the pad of paper and got up to grab his jacket. "Come on, let's go."
--
"What are we doing here?" Annie asked as she climbed out of the Impala behind Sam.
Sam shrugged but Dean smirked her way, so Annie shrugged as well and followed the brothers into the record store.
"Hey Craig." Dean called out with a grin. "Remember us?"
"Guys, I'm really not in the mood to answer any more questions." Craig said as he turned to face them.
"That's okay. We're here to buy an album, that's all." Dean moved over to one of the aisles and flicked through a couple of records.
A satisfied grin came to his face when he found the one he was looking for. "You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was, and then I realized that it doesn't mean anything. It's a logo for Blue Oyster Cult."
Annie's jaw dropped and she stared at the boy in front of her.
"So tell me Craig, are you into B.O.C, or just scaring the Hell out of people?" Dean held the record out to the boy, who sighed and took it. "Now why don't you tell us about that house--without lying through your ass this time."
Craig blew out a deep breath and nodded. "Umm, my cousin, Dana, was on break from T.C.U. and we were bored and looking for something to do. So I showed her this abandoned dump that I found. We thought it'd be funny if we made the place look haunted so we painted these symbols on the walls, some from some albums, some from Dana's theology text books. Then we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there so we--we made up some story to go with that. So we told people, who told people, who told other people. And then these two guys put it on their stupid website...and everything just took on a life of its own. I mean I thought it was funny at first but--but now that girl's dead."
Annie's heart went out to the boy as he gulped and tried to hide the tears starting to form.
"It--it was just a joke. None of it was real, we just made the whole thing up. I swear!"
Sam nodded as Dean watched Craig pull himself together and Annie place her hand on the boy's arm in a comforting gesture.
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