Violinist

-Scenario where Annabel is a talented violinist-

Annabel Beckett never thought she'd ever pick up a violin again; not in a million years. Then again, she never thought she'd have to play in the middle of a crowded mall to get some cash.

She blamed Dean. He'd spent all their money – or close to – on pie and the ingredients to make pie because she mentioned that her grandmother used to make the best pies and she used to help.

She set up in the center of the main floor of the mall and started to play a piece by Debussy; 'Clair de Lune' to be exact. Her grandmother had taught her to play many instruments but of them, the violin, the piano, and the guitar were her favorites.

She and her grandmother always played 'Clair de Lune' together. She would play it on the violin and her grandmother would play it on the piano. They made beautiful music together.

She smiled politely at the people who tossed bills into her open violin case. She didn't even notice Sam, Dean, and Castiel standing in the crowd listening to her play.

"She plays that instrument lovely." Castiel commented with a small, barely noticeable smile.

"Yeah." The brothers agreed.

"Did you guys know she could play?" Sam asked, looking at them. They shook their heads; they hadn't. "Debussy is complicated enough following the sheet music on its intended instrument but to switch to another instrument and to have no sheet music…it's amazing." He said, looking back at their friend.

"Thank you, Useless Knowledge." Dean muttered, still not looking away from Annabel.

Annabel was a truly beautiful person. Not just on the outside, but on the inside too.

Sure, her physical beauty had attracted him to her in the first place but that had been before he got to know her. At first, he hadn't liked her at all. Her personality, her defense, had turned him off completely.

She had been a con-artist when they met. She had revealed that she was a con-artist, a hunter, a hacker, etc., etc. She had stated that she was whatever got her paid and had food in her stomach and a roof over her head.

When he'd learned that, it made him respect her. Especially since most women would go to stripping or prostitution or something like that.

That thought made him pause his thinking.

Maybe she had; in all honesty, they really didn't know Annabel all that well for traveling with her for a few years. She kept to herself a lot; only revealing necessary information about her past. She claimed that the name she gave them was her real name, but they hadn't found anything on an Annabel Lee Marie Beckett.

The large crowd around him erupted into applause, which broke him from his thoughts. He clapped, too, and hung back as the crowd dispersed as Annabel started to clean up her space. The three of them walked over to her and she looked shocked to see them.

"Hey guys."

"Anna, that was amazing." Sam said smiling at her.

"Thanks…" she trailed off. "What are you doing here?"

"We followed you." Castiel said bluntly.

She gave them a look then smirked knowingly and folded her arms across her chest. "After three years you still don't trust me?" she asked still smirking.

"We were curious." The younger Winchester defended.

"Yeah, well, I made five-hundred bucks here so we're good 'til we need to hustle some pool." She winked, putting the cash in her pocket then she picked up her violin.

"Where did you learn to play like that?" Sam asked.

She shrugged. "Where did I learn to do anything I do?" she questioned in reply. They didn't need to know that she'd learned from her grandmother and they certainly didn't need to know that she could've become a violinist and could've made a fortune. "Come on, I'm hungry. Let's go find food." She ushered Sam and Castiel ahead of her before they could protest. She started walking after them, and then noticed she was missing one. "Coming, Dean-o?" she asked, turning to him.

"Annie," he started. "That was…I mean, you were…" he looked at his feet, trying to find the right words.

"Don't strain yourself." She said before he could. She started walking again then paused. "Oh, and Dean?" she looked over her shoulder at him.

He looked up from the ground. "Yeah?"

A real smile ghosted her lips. "Thanks."

She turned away and followed Sam and Castiel toward the food court. Dean smiled and laughed softly to himself, ducking his head. That woman knew how to read him.

He followed the path that they had taken, thinking to himself, 'And what a woman she is.'