Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I also do not own Carlisle, Pennsylvania or Tipton, Pennsylvania--they belong to God, HaHa. I do however own AnnaBelle.
AnnaBelle grew up with the Winchester boys and is now on the road with Dean since Sam has left for Stanford. Now that John is missing, AnnaBelle's both excited and worried at how the brothers will react at seeing one another again.
Just so you know, this first part of this is Dean and AnnaBelle on the way to get Sam, the rest is Pilot. And I'll be doing each episode of the seasons, I know, common. But I've been itching to write a story that followed each episode of the Seasons. So Enjoy!
"Annie, don't." Dean warned his passenger.
"It's just that I don't think this is--"
"A good idea, I know."
"I'm just saying, maybe we can do this a different way or- or...something."
"AnnaBelle Carlisle Poole."
AnnaBelle's jaw dropped and shot a dark look Dean's way. "I cannot believe you just full named me! You know how much I hate my middle name!"
"What's wrong with Carlisle as a middle name?" Dean snickered.
"Who the Hell names their child after where they were conceived?? Friggin' Carlisle." AnnaBelle ranted.
Dean shrugged. "You could've been named after where you were born, Tipton."
AnnaBelle shot him another look. "Shut up. You knowmy Mother was going to name me Tipton Pennsylvania Poole."
Dean bit his lip and looked out the driver's side window, trying to contain his laughter, finally losing the battle as he said, "I could've called you Penny."
Reaching over and slapping at his arm over and over again, AnnaBelle finally gave in and smiled as Dean sent a smile her way.
Dean settled back into his comfortable position only to laugh a few moments later as he whispered, "Penny."
"Dean..." AnnaBelle warned.
"Okay, okay." Dean said and calmed down, snorting quietly another few moments later.
"So you stay here, and we'll be out soon." Dean told AnnaBelle as they climbed from the car, Dean coming around to stand beside her.
"What?" AnnaBelle's eyes widened and she grabbed his arm. "No, no, no, no, no!"
"Annie, what?" Dean searched her eyes to find why she was freaking.
"It's Halloween night!"
"All the freaks come out!" She whispered harshly.
Dean stared at her for a few moments. "We hunt evil for a living, and you're freaked about just standing out here?"
AnnaBelle crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Evil I can take on. People? They're worse than demons and- and spirits..."
Dean arched a brow and then nodded. She had a point. Pushing some her behind her ear, Dean opened the passenger door. "Just sit in the car and lock the doors. I'll be right back out with Sam in no time, you'll be safe inside the Impala, okay?"
Sighing and nodding her head AnnaBelle climbed back into the Impala and lock the doors after Dean closed the passenger door.
"I'll be right back." Dean's muffled voice came through the window, AnnaBelle nodded and watched as he headed into the apartment building.
Sighing for what had to be the millionth time, AnnaBelle leaned her head against the window, blowing out a breathe and writing "Annie was here" on the fogged up window. She gasped and jumped in her seat when a couple guys walked by and winked while making crude gestures towards her. Getting ready to send a gesture back, she sighed in relief when Dean and a very different looking Sam walked out of the apartment building and over to the car.
AnnaBelle grinned and unlocked the door, slowly climbing from the car as the smile fell from her face, a frown forming at the sound of their arguing.
"Yeah, well Dad's in real trouble, if he's not dead already, I can feel it. Annie and I can't do this alone." Dean told him.
"Yes you can--wait, Annie?" Sam turned and a slow smile creeped onto his face.
"Hey Sammy." AnnaBelle smiled softly and giggled as he pulled her into a hug, lifting her off the ground. "Look at you, even more handsome than the last time I saw you."
"Aw, Sam, you're semi-good looking now." Dean grinned.
Ignoring his brother, Sam just embraced AnnaBelle a little more then set her back on her feet. "How are you?"
"Eh," She shrugged and scratched the back of her neck. "I've been good, up till recently since your Dad went missing. Come on, Sammy, we really need your help."
"Annie..." Sam sighed and tried to look away from her pleading eyes and the tiny pout that was forming.
"Please?" She asked softly.
Sighing as he scrubbed his hands down his face he turned back to Dean. "What was he hunting?"
AnnaBelle pulled on one of Dean's sweatshirts and headed to the back of the Impala where Sam and Dean stood with the trunk up.
"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked.
"Annie and I were working our own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans."
Sam's brow shot up. "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"
"I'm 26, dude."
"Besides," AnnaBelle shrugged. "I do a pretty good job at saving your brother's ass."
"All right, here we go." Shooting a look AnnaBelle's way Dean looked over a paper. "So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy," he handed a newspaper clipping to Sam. "they found his car but he vanished, completely M.I.A."
"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam shrugged in response.
"Yeah well, here's another one in April," Dean replied back as he handed Sam more articles. "another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92."
"Ten of them over the past 20 years, all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more so John went to go dig around." AnnaBelle spoke up.
Dean nodded. "That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Dean reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his phone. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday."
Sam's brow furrowed as he listened to the static filled message. "You know there's EVP on that?"
"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?"
"All right. So I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave and took out the hiss, and this is what we got." AnnaBelle pressed play.
"I can never go home."
"Never go home." Sam's face scrunched up.
Dean tossed the phone into the trunk and closed the door, then turned to face Sam. "You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing."
AnnaBelle worried her lip nervously as Sam sighed. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked.
"I have this..." Sam scratched the back of his neck. "I have an interview."
Dean scrunched his face. "What, a job interview? Skip it."
"It's a law-school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" AnnaBelle's jaw dropped in wonder. "Cool, Sammy!"
Sam smiled shyly and scoffed his shoe on the sidewalk.
"Law school?" Dean arched a brow.
"So we got a deal or not?" Sam huffed out then headed back inside the apartment building.
AnnaBelle squealed and clapped her hands together as she jumped up and down, stopping when Dean sent her an odd look.
"Be happy." AnneBelle smiled and wrapped her hands around his one forearm. "He's coming with us at least."
"Yeah." Dean said quietly and stared ahead as they waited for Sam.
"You wanna talk about it?" She asked softly and leaned onto his arm as he sat back against the side of the car.
Dean shook his head and smiled slightly as AnnaBelle rubbed his arm softly. "Not right now. Later."
AnnaBelle searched his eyes for a bit, trying to figure out if he was putting his walls back up or not.
"I promise, Annie." Dean smiled and pressed a small kiss to the side of her head.
"Okay." She smiled back and patted his chest.
Annie giggled as Sam chuckled while he looked through a box of Dean's old cassettes and mimicked some things Dean would say about the old tapes.
"Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asked, coming back out of the gas station.
"No thanks." Sam said in a dry tone.
AnnaBelle shook her head at him and reached out across Sam. "Me!"
Sam chuckled as she caught the candy bar, opened it as she sat back in place beside him, opened the candy and munched happily at it.
"How is it you're not broke out by now?"
"Please," She rolled her eyes, smile on her face. "that's just a myth, Sammy."
Nodding, Sam went back to looking at the cassettes. "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
Annie sighed and elbowed Sam in his side, mouthing 'Don't start' at him.
"Yeah, well...hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean retorted. "Besides, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah and what names did you write on the application this time?"
"Uh..." Dean grinned as he climbed back into the car. "Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."
"Sounds about right. I swear man; you gotta update your cassette-tape collection."
Annie snorted and nodded. "I've been telling him that for a while now."
"Why?" Dean ignored the girl sitting between he and his brother.
"Well for one: they're cassette tapes." Annie exclaimed, Dean smacking her thigh.
Sam nodded and started naming off the tapes he pulled out. "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"
"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Annie mused.
"House rules, Sammy." Dean snatched a cassette from Sam and popped it into the player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole."
Sam chuckled quietly as Annie mouthed the words that came out of Dean's mouth. "You know Sammy is a chubby 12 year-old. It's Sam, okay?"
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud."
Sam and Annie rolling their eyes.
"See what I've been putting up with?" Annie joked, Sam laughing.
"All right, so there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something, I guess."
Annie sighed and nodded. "That's better than nothing?"
Sam nodded his response as Dean reached into a box and grabbed two fake IDs. "Let's go."
Annie pulled her ID from her purse and looked around for a place to stick it, shrugging she looked around and stuck it in one of the cups of her bra, looking up as she heard Dean chuckle.
"Wanna hold mine too?" Dean smirked.
"Oh, you're too cute." Annie pinched his cheek.
"She's putting up missing posters downtown." Said the one police officer.
Dean grinned and walked ahead. "You fella's had another one just like this last month, didn't you?"
"Who are you?" Asked the police officer.
Flipping open his wallet and showing his badge as Annie pulled hers out of her bra.
"Federal Marshals." Dean replied.
"You guys are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" He asked, looking at Annie strangely as she placed her ID back in her bra.
Straightening her shirt and smiling a little uneasily. "It's been a long day."
"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean grinned. "You did have another one just like this, correct?"
"Yeah, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that."
Sam nodded. "So this victim, you knew him?"
"In a town like this, everybody knows everybody."
Dean nodded as he and Sam walked around the bloodied car. "Any connections between the victims besides that they're all men?"
"No, not so far as we can tell."
"So what's the theory?" Annie asked as she walked over to stand beside Dean.
"Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"
"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work that I'd expect out of you guys." Dean chuckled then grimaced as Sam and Annie tramped on his feet.
"Thank you for your time." Sam told the police officer as they walked back towards the Impala.
"Gentlemen." Annie smiled and headed after Sam and Dean as she seen Dean smack Sam on the back of the head.
"Why did you guys have to step on my feet?"
"Well," Annie shrugged as she caught up with them. "why do you have to talk to police like that?"
Rolling his eyes, Dean trudge along. "Come on, they don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean if we're gonna find Dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."
"Uh...Dean?" Annie bumped her elbow slightly into his.
"Those guys trying to catch up to us?" She nodded her head behind them. "Yeah, don't think they're checking out my ass."
Dean gritted his teeth then put a smile on as he turned around.
"Can I help you?" The sheriff asked.
"No sir, we were just leaving." Dean forced a grin.
Gritting her teeth, Annie pulled her ID from her bra and pushed it into Dean's back pants pocket then rubbed at her bra as they walked through the town, looking for Troy's girlfriend, Amy.
"I'll bet that's her." Dean nodded in the direction of a girl hanging posters up along the town.
Sam nodded as they walked up to her.
"You must be Amy." AnnaBelle said softly.
"Yeah." She nodded.
Dean smiled. "Troy told us about you, we're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy, and this is my girlfriend, Annie."
Amy leaned her head to the side slightly. "He never mentioned you to me."
"Well that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much; we're up in Modesto." Dean told her.
"We're looking for him too, and we're kind of asking around." Sam said softly as a girl came up to Amy.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asked her.
Amy nodded slightly. "Yeah."
"Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Annie asked, Amy nodded and they headed to a restaurant.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did." Amy said quietly.
Sam nodded sympathetically. "He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?"
"No." Amy shook her head. "Nothing I can remember."
AnnaBelle pushed her hair back behind her ears then pointed to Amy's neck. "I like your necklace."
Amy smiled. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff."
"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." Sam rambled.
"Okay," Dean sent his brother a look. "thank you "Unsolved Mysteries". Here's the deal ladies--the way Troy disappeared...something's not right."
"So if you've heard anything..." Annie trailed off, looking between the two girls as they exchanged glances. "What is it?"
"Well, it's just...with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend replied.
"What do they talk about?" The three hunters asked in union.
Amy's friend shrugged. "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like...decades ago. Well supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up-- Well, they disappear forever."
AnnaBelle sighed and scrubbed her hands down her face as she leaned against the table next to Dean as he searched on the computer in the library.
"Let me try." Sam told him and reached for the mouse.
Smacking Sam's hand away, Dean sent him a dirty look. "I got it."
Sam rolled his eyes and pushed Dean, chair and all, out of the way, only to have Dean roll back over to the computer.
"Dude." Dean shot him another look. "You're such a control freak."
"Boys, enough." Annie said smiling and forcing a laugh as she waved at a woman who was walking by and arched her brow at the two brothers antics. "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"
"Yeah." Dean nodded.
"Maybe it's not murder?" Annie shrugged in question.
Sam and Dean exchanged glances and Sam typed in a few things and pulled up an article. "This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old; jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.
Nodding, Sam read over the article. "Yeah."
"What?" Annie asked as she moved to behind the brothers to read as well.
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute, she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."
"Hmm." Dean responded.
"'Our baby's were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband, Joseph Welch." Leaning forward, AnnaBelle read over the article. "That poor woman."
Dean leaned in more and looked at the article. "That bridge look familiar to you?"
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said.
Sam nodded. "So you think Dad would have been here?"
"Well," Dean shrugged. "He's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."
"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked.
"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while."
"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by--"
Rolling his eyes, Dean nodded. "Monday. Right, the interview."
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"Yeah, I forgot that." Dean paused then looked at Sam. "You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Dean." AnnaBelle warned.
Sam shot him a look. "Maybe. Why not?"
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
"No, and she's not ever goning to know."
"Well that's healthy." Dean muttered. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."
Annie followed after Dean as he started his way down the bridge.
"Who is that?"
"One of us." Dean told him, pointing between himself and AnnaBelle.
"No, I'm not like you." He shook his head, AnnaBelle getting a hurt look on her face. "This is not going to be my life.
"Well you've got a responsibility."
"To Dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. What difference would it make?"
"Sam." Annie warned, shocked look replacing the hurt one.
Sam shook his head, ignoring her. "Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone, and she isn't coming back."
Before she could say or do anything, Dean had Sam up against a rail on the bridge.
"Don't talk about her like that." He hissed.
Looking to her right, Annie's jaw dropped. "Dean."
Letting go of Sam, Dean followed Annie's gaze to see Constance staring at them as she held onto one of the rails along the bridge. All three hunters taking off down the bridge as Constance fell off the bridge.
"Where'd she go?" Annie asked breathless as they looked over the railing.
"I don't know." Sam shook his head.
The three looked up as the Impala started.
Sam furrowed his brows. "Who's driving your car?"
Annie swallowed the lump in her throat as Dean pulled his car keys from his jeans and started backing up as the engine revved. "Let's go! Go!"
The three took off running down the bridge and jumping over the side, Sam grabbing onto the railing with one hand and catching AnnaBelle by the arm with the other. Both struggling to get back up.
"Dean!" Sam called out as he looked down at the water.
"Dean!" Annie called, sighing as Dean crawled out of the water.
"What?" He answered.
"Hey, you all right?" Sam called.
Sticking his thumb up he replied, "I'm super."
AnnaBelle and Sam laughing and then trying to control their rapid breathing as Dean slowly made his way back up to the bridge.
"Car all right?" Annie asked as she rubbed her arm.
"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now." Dean scowled. "That Constance chick: what a bitch!"
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that'sfor sure." Annie said as Sam and Dean leaned against the hood of the Impala.
"You all right, Annie?" Sam asked, noticing her rubbing at her arm. "Did I hurt you?"
She smiled as she looked at him. "You saved my ass, Sam. I think I can handle a little Indian burn from it."
Sam grinned and nodded and turned to Dean. "So where's the trail go from here, genius? You smell like a toilet."
Annie giggled and watched as Dean grumbled about getting in his baby all muddy.
"So you know John's been here how exactly?" Annie asks as she followed Sam and Dean to a motel room.
"Because Bert Aframian checked in for a whole month. Father-Son credit cards a genius." Dean grinned at Sam, who only rolled his eyes and walked into the room.
"Be nice boys." Annie smiled as Dean was yanked into the room by Sam, then followed in herself, looking around the room in disgust. "And I thought you were bad, Dean."
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days, at least." Dean replied as he sniffed a half-eaten burger.
Annie followed after Sam and picked up different things to look at. "Salt, cats-eye shells."
"He was worried." Sam nodded. "Trying to keep something from coming in."
"Centennial Highway victims." Dean pointed at the newspaper articles along the wall. "I don't get it. I mean different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities."
Shrugging, Annie walked over to him and looked at the articles as well. "There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"
"Dad figured it out." Sam said as he looked over a paper.
"What do you mean?" Dean arched a brow and walked over to Sam, Annie in tow.
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch--"
"She's a Woman in White." Annie finished for him.
"You sly dogs." Dean smirked the grunted as Annie smacked him in the stomach. "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"Maybe she has another weakness?" Annie asked.
Shaking his head, Dean's brow furrowed. "No, Dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"
"No, not at all." Sam replied. "If I were Dad though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive."
"All right." Dean nodded. "Why don't you see if you can find an address. I'm gonna get cleaned up."
Sam nodded and scratched behind his ear. "Hey Dean-- What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."
Dean shook his head and held up his hand. "No chick flick moments."
"All right, jerk."
"Bitch." Dean grinned and left the room, leaving Sam and Annie to chuckle and slowly follow.
"Hey," Dean started as he came out of the bathroom. "I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the diner down the street. You guys want anything?"
"Yeah." Annie replied and Sam said, "No."
"All right, let's go." Dean nodded towards the door and he and Annie went out the door, Annie grabbing his sleeve and tugging.
"Dean." Annie darted her eyes in the direction the cops were in, asking the motel manager something as he pointed towards Dean.
Gritting his teeth, Dean pulled out his phone and called Sam. "Dude, five-o take off."
"Where's your other partner?" An officer asked as he walked up behind them.
"Partner? What-- What partner?" Dean asked.
Annie grimaced as Dean grinned at the officer. This was so not good.
"So." He looked between Dean and AnnaBelle. "Fake US Marshals, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"
"My boobs." Dean grinned, Annie smacking her forehead and turned to the car slowly as they shoved Dean down onto the hood hard.
"You have the right to remain silent."
"So you want to give us your real name?" The officer asked.
"I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent." Dean smiled, AnnaBelle sighing and rubbing her forehead.
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here." He told Dean.
"We talking like misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or uh..."squeal like a pig" kind of trouble?"
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect."
Nodding, Dean shrugged. "That makes sense. Cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was three."
"I know you got partners; one of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me...Dean." He narrowed his eyes at Dean as he pulled out a journal. "Is this his?"
Not answering, Dean just stared at the journal as AnnaBelle swallowed the thick lump that had formed in her throat.
"I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy. But I found this, too." He said as he opened the journal so they could see. "Now, you two are staying right here till you tell me exactly what the Hell that means."
Dean sighed and nodded. "It was my High School locker combo."
The officer slammed his hands down on the table causing AnnaBelle to jump slightly, Dean biting the inside of his cheek.
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my High School locker combo."
"Are we gonna do this all night long?" He asked, eyes narrowed.
Dean went to open his mouth but stopped when the door opened and another officer poked his head in.
"We just got a 911, shot fired over at Whiteford Road."
The officer nodded and turned to Dean and AnnaBelle. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
"No." Dean said shaking his head slowly as AnnaBelle answered, "Well..."
"Good." He said and handcuffed one of Dean's arms to the table, followed by AnnaBelle's arm.
"Hey!" She frowned as the officer left the room, smug look on his face.
AnnaBelle sighed and pushed her hair out of her eyes with her left hand, catching a glimpse of a paper clip sticking out of the journal. Nudging Dean's side, she nodded her head towards the paper clip, grinning as Dean grabbed it and uncuffed his hand then turned and did the same to AnnaBelle's hand. AnnaBelle grabbing the journal as Dean opened the window. Handing the journal to him, she followed Dean out the window and down the fire escape. Smiling in relief as he caught her around the waist when she jumped down.
"God," She straightened her shirt. "why does it always have to be so high up??"
Laughing, Dean grabbed her hand and started jogging down the street, looking around for a phone booth and finally spotting one.
"Keep an eye out." Dean whispered to her as he picked up the phone and punched in a number, AnnaBelle looking around like she was watching cars. "Fake 911 phone call Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal."
AnnaBelle laughing at the proud grin on Dean's face.
"Listen, we gotta talk." Dean started and stopped, rolling his eyes. "Sammy would you shut up for a second."
Moving back she leaned against Dean so she could hear too, still facing the street.
"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Came Sam's muffled voice.
"Well that's what I'm trying to tell you." Dean huffed. "He's gone. Dad left Jericho."
"What? How do you know?"
"I've got his journal." Dean said, AnnaBelle stepping away and looking around, hurrying back to Dean as he panicked. "Sam? Sam!"
AnnaBelle placed her hand on his back. "What? What is it??"
"Come on." Dean hung up the phone and grabbed her hand, heading down the street.
AnnaBelle gasped as her breath came out in short pants as she tried to keep up with Dean as he took off faster once he spotted the Impala and heard Sam's screams. Finally getting there as a gunshot went off and the Impala drove through the side of the house, both AnnaBelle and Dean taking off into the house after Sam.
"Sammy!" Annie called. "You okay?"
"I think." He rasped out.
"Can you move?" Dean called out.
"Yeah. Help me."
Dean hurried over and helped Sam out of the car as AnnaBelle watched Constance pick up a photo of her children, Annie moving quietly over to the brothers as they stood in front of the car. She went to say something but got cut off by a dresser flying at the three of them and pinning them against the front of the Impala. AnnaBelle wincing as it pressed roughly against her ribs as Sam and Dean struggled to push it away, stopping as the lights flickered on and water ran down the stairs as Constance's children came down the stairs.
"You've come home to us Mommy."
AnnaBelle grimaced and shuddered as the children grabbed onto their mother and all three melted into a puddle, Sam and Dean finally able to push the dresser away.
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Annie said as she followed the brothers over to the puddle.
"That's why she could never go home." Sam nodded. "She was too scared to face them."
"You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy." Dean grinned and patted Sam roughly on the chest, Sam wheezing out a breath.
"I wish I could say the same for you." Sam laughed. "What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
"Hey, saved your ass. I'll tell you another thing." Dean started as he moved parts of the wall from his car. "If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you."
AnnaBelle shook her head and followed Sam over to the Impala, rubbing her sore ribs. "I need to find new friends."
"Please." Dean grinned. "You love me."
"Yeah, thatmust be it." AnnaBelle smiled at him and climbed into the front seat, Sam right behind her.
Annie snorted and pushed her hair behind her ears.
"What?" Dean asked, glancing at AnnaBelle out of the corner of his eye.
"You, uh, have a Padiddle." Annie said with a straight face as Sam snorted beside her, Dean reaching over and lightly smacking at her thigh a few times.
"Okay," Sam cleared his throat and tried to wipe the smile off his face. "here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
Dean nodded. "Sounds charming. How far?"
"About 600 miles."
"If we shag ass we can make it by morning." Dean said a little hopefully, Annie's heart breaking a little for Dean.
"Dean, um..." Sam trailed off.
"You're not going." He said quietly.
Sam sighed and Annie rubbed his arm gently. "The interview's in 10 hours, I gotta be there."
"Yeah." Dean nodded, eyes a little hard. "Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."
The rest of the ride was in silence as Sam was lost in his thoughts and Dean placing his walls up again, Annie picking at her fingernail polish.
"You'll call me if you find him?" Sam asked as he climbed out and closed the passenger door, sighing as Dean only nodded.
"Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" He asked with a small smile.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, all right."
"Bye, Sammy." AnnaBelle said softly.
"I'll see you later Annie." Sam said, leaning through the busted out window Dean shot out, and hugging her.
AnnaBelle waved to him as he stood up and headed back towards the apartment building.
"Sam." Dean called out, waiting until Sam turned around. "You know we made a Hell of a team back there."
"Yeah." Sam gave a small smile.
Dean nodded and drove away slowly, Annie placing her hand on his thigh and patting softly.
"You all right?"
"Yeah." He said quietly.
Annie nodded and went to remove her hand but stopped as Dean placed his hand over hers and squeezed it gently.
"So you wanna talk n--" She stopped as Dean made a sharp U-Turn. "Dean, what the Hell??"
"Something doesn't feel right." He muttered and sped back to Sam's.
Dean jumped out of the car, AnnaBelle climbing out the passenger side only to stop as Dean shook his head and pushed her back into the car. "Stay."
"No." He shook his head and closed the door. "Stay, we'll be right out."
Annie didn't push the issue, just nodded and sat back in her seat at the hard look in his eyes.
"Yeah, okay." She said quietly.
Dean nodded and ran inside the apartment building, leaving Annie to stare after him. She felt her stomach clench and roll as fire erupted from a window and Sam and Dean came running out a few moments later, coughing. Jumping out of the car she hurried over to them, but stayed quiet at the shake of Dean's head as sirens sounded in the distance.
Annie swallowed as she watched Sam load the rifle at the trunk of Dean's car then slowly climbed into the middle of the front seat as Dean talked to him and Sam nodded and closed the trunk.
Once on the road, AnnaBelle reached over and placed her hand on Sam's, leaning her head on his shoulder as he held onto her hand and squeezed it softly.
Yep, new story! HaHa. I hope you like it!
I honestly don't know if I'll be pairing AnnaBelle up with Dean or with Sam, so suggestions are welcome!
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