A/N: Woohoo! And I'm two for two! The thoughts just keep coming. Just a thought... How funny do we all want the next story to be? I'm a little over the angst at the moment, and I think a psychotic leprechaun/scottish fairy story would be great. Maybe with a crush on Sam? Tinkerbell on steroids? Thoughts?

Disclaimer: You know what goes here, so don't sue me. I don't have the money. I just had to install and AC bypass in my car. No AC in Texas is NOT a fun thing.

Sam laughed at Anna as she tried to blow air around the chunk of molten cheese burning her tongue. Her pained whimpers and the look of desperation were just too funny, and Sam was relieved to see Anna doing something normal for a change. She, like Dean, had a habit of trying to be perfect and pulled together all the time, but Sam knew from experience the trying to be that composed with no rest made it hurt like hell when you finally fall apart.

"You okay?" He asked when Anna spit the mozzarella into her napkin and took a long drink of water.

"Ow," she moaned, fanning her tongue with her fingers, pouting slightly. Sam grinned and picked up a cheesestick of his own, dropping it quickly to blow on his own fingers. Anna laughed at him and he smiled sheepishly. They fell into a comfortable silence, each carefully cutting and cooling their appetizers.

"So," Anna said after a few moments. "You want to tell me where your mind went earlier?"

Sam raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

Anna licked her lips and pressed them together, then tilted her head. "Look, I know I tend to space out when I get into research mode, but I'm not completely gone." Sam shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Tell me more about the girl from the cemetery."

"She said her name was Lynn Anderson."

Sam felt the tingling begin in the back of his brain and looked out the window toward the room.

Dean.

"Coincidence?" Anna asked. Sam just shook his head, staring out through the glass. "And she took a shine to Dean?" Sam nodded and Anna chewed the inside of her cheek.

"What's with you and Dean?" Sam asked suddenly. Anna blushed and looked away. "I'm not trying to pry, but he's my brother."

Anna was visibly shocked and she bit down on her lower lip, her eyes never wavering from the silver cuff on her wrist.

"It's too fast," she said at last, her voice low. Sam was surprised she had answered at all, and stayed still, letting her continue. "I don't really know him, not really. I don't know his favorite song, or his favorite beer. We've spent a grand total of five days in each other's company, lucid and awake. That's too little too soon."

Sam shrugged. "For some people it's enough."

"How many of them hunt the boogey-man?" Anna asked, cocking a brow. She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning back in the booth. Her frustration was plain to see, and Sam felt for her.

"When Jessica and I first met, I felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to me." Sam could hardly believe what he was saying and felt a little embarrassed by the conversation. "We took things slow, for the most part, but sometimes… I'd get jealous over some guy, or she'd get mad because I forgot to call, or something would happen and suddenly we'd be on this loud, emotional rollercoaster. Then things would cool off and we'd be better together, closer."

A pained look flashed through Anna's eyes, and Sam knew that she longed for that sort of intimacy, that closeness.

"The hardest part, though," he continued. "The worst part was hiding what I was, what my family was. For close to two years I had to lie about my past. You and Dean don't have to do that. It took a long time to get to a comfortable place with Jessica, and it wasn't easy."

Anna gave a sad smile. "I don't know if we'll get to have that," she said softly. Sam reached across the table and laced his fingers through Anna's. She met his eyes briefly and looked away toward the Impala. Sam studied her profile, debating whether to push the subject any further, deciding 'what the hell.'

"You two shared a dream in San Antonio," he said bluntly. Anna jerked her hand back and flushed furiously. Sam smiled and shook his head. "No details, please."

"Sam," Anna shook her head. "That's not possible. The MacKeary's only share dreams for one reason, and I don't have a psychic bone in my body."

"Maybe being involved with Dean, you do," Sam said.

Anna winced. "Ew, Sam. Not right."

Sam grimaced as he realized what he'd said. "Let me rephrase," he began, but Anna held up a hand to stop him.

"No need, I get it. You have the talent. It's not inconceivable that Dean has a bit of the gift too." Anna smiled at Sam's confused expression. "Your father is very proud of you both."

"Miss MacKeary!"

Anna jumped and she and Sam turned to face the speaker, surprised to see the manager of the motel approaching their table.

"Hi there," Anna said with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Did you get your room key back? I do need that master back before the shift change."

Sam froze and tossed Anna a look identical to the one he received.

"You know," she said quickly. "I did get the key back, but I think I totally spaced and left the master by the TV. Let me run and get it for you."

Anna tossed a few bills on the table and hurried to the door, Sam following close behind. Together they ran across the parking lot to the room the boys were sharing and Anna pressed her ear to the door. There was only silence for a moment, and then a low groan. She stepped back quickly, panic rising in her stomach.

"Anything?" Sam asked, worried.

"Open the door," she said, pulling a small handgun from its holster. Sam felt a little shocked that she was armed, but shook his head. He shouldn't have been surprised. He slid the key into the lock as Anna switched off the safety and readied herself. He pushed the door open with one hand and she moved in quickly, pained moans coming from the darkness.

"Get away from-

Anna could feel the blood drain from her face as she stared dumbly at the scene before her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an errant thought of relief at not being a fainter popped up, only to be swept away by a maelstrom of pain and betrayal. She watched, unmoving, as Dean clung to the girl in his lap, his face buried against her chest, her legs wrapped around him, his hand fisted in her dark curls. Anna began to shake with rage, her gun hanging useless in her hand by her thigh, as the girl gasped his name when his tongue flicked out across her nipple. Anna stood frozen as the girl ground her hips down expertly, forcing a groan from Dean.

"Annie."

"Dean!" Sam shouted at Anna's shoulder.

Dean's eyes flew open in shock and he and the girl froze. Slowly confusion and then horror crept into his expression as he registered Anna standing, fully clothed and armed, next to Sam.

"What the hell?" He moved back quickly to get a good look at the girl in his lap. Anna. Anna with gray eyes. Gray eyes?

"What the hell?" he repeated and pulled himself out of and away from the girl, any erection a distant memory.

The false Anna watched Dean recoil from her in revulsion and her expression grew stone cold. She turned to face the intruders, her gaze locking on the real Anna and she smiled triumphantly at the hurt she saw then sprung to action.

Anna watched as her own image melted to a redhead with freckles and she barely raised her gun in time to block the claws coming at her. She reached out and grabbed a chunk of hair and hung on as they both became airborne, crashing past Sam and out the doorway to the parking lot. Hands pulled at her own hair and Anna felt legs kicking at her torso. She tried to tuck her legs up for protection, using her grip on the girl's hair for leverage when her assailant screeched and raked her claws across Anna's injured arm. With a pained scream Anna let go and found herself falling for a moment. She looked down to realize she was a good twenty feet in the air and someone's sedan was quickly rushing up to meet her.

Sam watched in terror as Anna's small frame crashed into the windshield of a Corolla and rolled forward on the hood. Behind him he heard Dean scream her name and he raced after his brother down the sidewalk.

Dean ignored the broken glass and jumped onto the hood to Anna. He reached out to move her hair aside and exhaled a ragged sigh of relief when she groaned and moved. He gripped her shoulders to help her up, but she slapped his hands away.

"Don't touch me."

"You might be hurt. Let me-"

"Hurt?" Anna's throat felt raw and she wanted to vomit. She pulled herself up, away from Dean, and swung her logs over the side of the hood. "I might be hurt?"

A few feet away, Sam stood still, watching. Dean threw a pleading glance to his brother when Anna resolutely refused to look at him.

"I rush to your room, afraid you might be- And you're there, just- With her!" Anna's voice refused to cooperate, cracking as tears began to blur her vision. She fell silent, taking deep breaths. Abruptly the anger left her, and all she felt was drained and physically hurt.

Dean sensed the change in her and reached out to her again.

"No." She stopped him. "Please don't."

Dean gave a frustrated growl. "Damn it, Annie. I thought-"

"I know. I saw. I know what you thought. I know it wasn't your fault. But I cant help it Dean. I'm mad at you… and I feel hurt."

"Annie-"

"This is me be honest about how I feel. It's a rare thing Dean." She looked over to Sam. "Go to my room, both of you. Close your door, but don't go in."

"Dean needs pants."

Anna finally looked over to Dean and noticed for the first time that he had the sheet wrapped around his hips. A laugh escaped her and she shook her head, dropping her face into one hand.

"Get Dean his pants and shirt. Don't forget the master key, too." She lifted her head to meet Dean's eyes. "And take a shower in my room. You smell like shit. Go on now, I need a minute."

Sam and Dean moved away, Dean looking back over his shoulder at Anna just in time to see her wipe the tears from her eyes.

Anna slid down to stand on the ground, testing her strength and pleased to find her growing concerns of a concussion were probably unfounded. Of course, this meant the nausea and blurred vision really were hurt and jealousy, which didn't bode well. This was exactly why she had avoided relationships. She knew her own limits, her jealousy and possessiveness, and she couldn't even really call Dean hers. In her anger she'd hurt him, and now she'd have to find a way to apologize.

With a deep breath she pushed herself away from the car. The alarm roared to life, announcing her presence and she turned to stare in disbelief.

"Son of a bitch."

Reaching into her pocket, Anna pulled out her wallet to retrieve her lawyer's card and insurance information as the owner came running from the diner.

"Shit," she said, annoyed. "It would be the manager's."