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A/N: Annabelle Calabrese is Bobby's God Daughter. She moved in with him four years ago, when she was 13, when both her parents died. She snuck off to hunt with the Winchesters. More information will be provided through flashbacks and such.

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"Damn it Dean! Hurry up I gotta pee!" Annabelle yelled as she tossed her shoe towards the door of the motel bathroom. Sam looked over at Annabelle from over his laptop and smiled. Annabelle sat at the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. She had been waiting for 20 minutes now and really had to go.

"If you don't get out in 5 seconds I swear I'll squat over your duffle bag!" She threatened and Sam chuckled. The door suddenly opened and Dean came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, hot steam following close behind. Dean smiled his infamous Dean Winchester smile with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Annabelle glared at him and stood from the bed shoving right past him in to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her forcefully.

"Jackass!" She yelled from inside the bathroom. Annabelle quickly shoved down her shorts and sat down on the toilet relieving herself. She closed her eyes and hummed softly. After she was done she kicked away the shorts and her panties. She stood and faced the shower, pulling back the curtain she turned on the water. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her lower half. She walked out of the bathroom and walked over to grab her shower bag. Both Sam and Dean looked up at her. She just glared at Dean. She walked back to the bathroom and kicked the door closed, but it didn't shut completely. The door slowly began to open with the wind, bad timing too.

Annabelle opened her bag and found her bubbles. She opened the bottle and poured the bubbles in. She grabbed her iPod from her bag and removed the rest of her clothes dropping them on the floor. She got in quickly, the bubbles covering her body. She slipped on her head phones and turned off the water with her foot and began singing along to Demi Lovato's "Catch Me". Sam smiled when he heard singing. Annabelle had an amazing voice, she actually sounded a lot like Demi Lovato, probably why Demi Lovato is her favorite singer. Well also because she is amazing.

"But you're so hypnotizing, you got me laughing while I sing, you got me smiling in my sleep, and I can see this unraveling, your love is where I'm falling, so please don't catch me, if this is love please don't break me, I'm giving up so, just catch me." Annabelle smiled and opened her eyes to see Sam staring at her from his place on the table. She smiled at him and gave him a little wink. She began singing the next song, which happened to be a Taylor Swift song.

"Can someone close the door please!" Annabelle spoke loudly. Sam looked at Dean then got up to close the door, knowing his brother wouldn't do it.

"Thanks Sam." Annabelle called with a smile which was gladly returned by Sam. Annabelle finished her bath and got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and exited the bathroom with her dirty clothes in one hand and her shower bag in the other, her iPod still playing very loudly. Annabelle wasn't shy, far from it actually. She didn't mind changing in front of the guys. She almost always did. She didn't have the skinniest body in the world. She was actually pretty thick, but toned at the same time from hunting. She had more curves than any other girl, thick thighs, broad shoulders, but it all worked out because she was tall, 5'9" to be exact.

Annabelle grabbed her pink lace underwear and slipped it on under the towel. She put on her pink polka dot Victoria's Secret bra over her towel then took off the towel sliding down the bra over her 38C's. Then she dropped the towel letting it pool around her ankles.

"Nice underwear Carson." Dean smirked. He stayed up just to watch her change.

"Thanks Winchester" Annabelle smiled shaking her ass at him. She grabbed a green button down from Sam's duffel and put it on. It was big on her but not by much, it reached a little higher than mid-thigh and barely covered her ass.

"You have something against wearing your own clothes to bed." Sam asked closing his laptop looking to his brother who just turned over to go to sleep.

"I just happen to like yours better." Annabelle smiled and got into the bed she was currently sharing with Sam, because Dean refused to share, plus he moved a lot in his sleep. Sam shook his head and stripped into his boxers. He thought about removing his shirt but hesitated, he didn't want to be half naked with her on a bed. Annabelle watched him and smiled internally.

"It's fine Sam." Annabelle got on her knees in front of him and helped him remove his shirt. She tossed it to the side and looked up at him. Annabelle's breath got caught in her throat. Sam slowly raised his hand toward her face, cradling her cheek, his other hand roamed under her shirt feeling the skin under the shirt. Annabelle leaned into his hand, Sam's face moving closer to hers. Thank God Dean drove 14 straight hours today. Annabelle was pretty sure he was passed out on his bed by now, or at least she was hoping he was.

His nose touched hers slightly and she smiled. She lifted her head higher to touch his lips but he pulled back teasingly. Annabelle raised a hand to the back of his head and pulled him in for the kiss. Annabelle bit his bottom lip and pulled away with a smile, she didn't want to push anything. With one final kiss to his lips, she laid back down on the bed and he laid down next to her. Annabelle really liked Sam, almost loved him, but there was something stopping them, stopping him. Annabelle fell asleep on her back, her face towards Sam who was laying on his stomach still not asleep, he laid awake watching the younger girl next to him, the really young girl next to him. Annabelle snored lightly putting a smile on Sam's face. Sam brushed some hair out of her face and traced his thumb along her jaw bone.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Annabelle whispered not opening her eyes. She placed a hand over Sam's and kept it there.

"Shouldn't you?"

"I can't sleep while people are starring at me," she whispered with a small smile. She kissed his palm, then bit her lip and looked into his eyes.

"But you're so hypnotizing, you got me laughing while I sing, you got me smiling in my sleep." She paused and smiled at him. "If this is love please don't break me, I'm giving up so, just catch me." She sung softly. Sam pressed his lips to hers softly. He knew it was wrong, it was all wrong, touching her, kissing her, thinking about her, but he couldn't help it. He never could she was like a drug to him, one taste and he was hooked. It didn't help that she seduced him. Not in a bad way, but not in a good way either. Annabelle's bright blue eyes stared into his green ones. Her lips inched closer to his again and she smiled when she felt his warm breath on her lips. Annabelle crashed her lips to his hungrily. Sam replied by slipping his tongue past her lips. He slid over on top of her holding his weight up over her. Annabelle brought her arms around his neck holding him close. Annabelle melted into his kisses, following his rhythm then creating her own. She bit his bottom lip softly and he pulled away with a sigh.

"Annie, I'm sorry..." He looked down at her and she frowned. Sam laid back down on his side of the bed and Annabelle quickly got up. She went into the bathroom and closed the door softly behind her making sure not to wake Dean. She sat next to the bathtub with her knees to her chest and silently cried. She didn't understand why he always did this to her. She understood she was only 17 and he was 24 but that shouldn't matter. Age shouldn't matter. But apparently it did with him. She didn't understand, it wasn't a big deal it's not like he was a 40 year old man, although she wouldn't have care if he was 30. She wanted him. She loved him. And it wasn't a crazy 17 year old obsession. Sure, she was only 17 and never been in love but she wasn't a normal 17 year old, being a hunter proved that, it should've proved it. The door opened slowly and Sam walked in.

"Anna I'm sorry." He walked in and closed the door behind him.

"I'm tired of your sorry's Sam. I'm done. I don't care anymore." Annabelle told him tears rolling down her cheeks. She shook her head and wiped her tears away not wanting Sam to see her crying. Sam stared at her, unsure of what to say or do. This had been their third disagreement this week because Sam would come on to her then pull away. Kiss her, touch her then pull away and say he couldn't. It frustrated her mentally and sexually. She didn't even know if he wanted her the way she wanted him.

"Sam, what if I die on a hunt? What if something happened to me and you never have the chance to love me, to make love to me, to tell me you love me? My parents were killed by a demon who was trying to get to me, I could be next. I could die tomorrow. I'm 17 you're 24, so what. I'm Bobby's God-Daughter so what? I want you but you can't keep putting me through this roller coaster. Either you want me or you don't either way I am fine with it...because I'm..I'm done with you."

"Annie.."

"I'm serious Sam get out." Sam gave her his puppy dog look. He felt awful. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her and tell her everything would be fine. He wanted to take her to the next room and make love to her to insure her he wanted her, because he did. He wanted her for a very long time. Sam glanced at her for a couple more seconds before walking out closing the door behind him, knowing it was best to leave her alone. Annabelle stared at the door.

xxxxx

"Anna...Anna..Annie!" Annabelle's eyes shot open and she glared up at Dean who was standing before her.

"What?" She grumbled.

"Sam's got breakfast." Dean replied helping her off the floor. He noticed her eyes were red and puffy.

"You okay?" He asked concerned.

"Yeah, just had a nightmare. I'm fine though." She lied casually. Dean nodded. Not believing her for a second. He knew her long enough to know when she was lying. Plus, it didn't take a genius. Annabelle walked out of the bathroom with Dean's arm wrapped around her shoulder. She went straight for the bag of food.

"Mmm! Double bacon cheese burger for breakfast!" Annabelle smiled sitting back on Dean's bed and opening her laptop on her lap.

"So I think I found something, I'm pretty sure its vampires, and close by.." Annabelle explained looking up at Dean, she was researching in the car on the drive here.

"Vampires? Sounds like fun." Dean said rolling his eyes and finishing off his apple pie. Annabelle winked at him before taking a bite from her burger. Sam watched her knowing she was hurting still, but she hid it, she always did.

"This month alone 11 people have gone missing, 11. So I'm guessing it's a large nest or their creating one. Out of those 11 people only 3 have been found and their bodies were drained of blood. 1 of those victims had many bite marks."

"Definitely sounds like vamps." Dean told her.

"But we can never be sure, I know. But I'm going with vampires so I guess we can start by checking out the local bars." Annabelle told the boys, closing her laptop to finish her burger.

"Well since we have a couple of hours before any bars open, you guys can do all the boring stuff while I go out for a jog." Both boys rolled their eyes. Annabelle changed into a pair of brown shorts and white tank top. She tied her hair up and was on her way.

"Good luck." She smiled and placed her headphones on. Annabelle didn't really want to go for a jog. She just wanted to get away from Sam. But she knew that a jog would help, being alone for a couple of hours is what she needed.

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"Okay Sam, what did you do?" Dean asked his brother as soon as he was sure Annabelle was far from the door.

"What are you talking about Dean?" The younger hunter asked.

"Why was Anna sleeping in the bathroom?"

"I don't know." He lied looking down at his laptop. Dean scoffed and sat on his bed. He knew his brother did something. Annabelle was not the depressive kind. Not all the time at least, she kept more to herself not really letting her feelings show. But for this past week she's been moody and Dean knew it wasn't because of him. Sure, he picked on her but it was harmless and he was sure Annabelle knew that. Dean gave his brother a last glance before turning to the TV. He didn't want to argue.

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Annabelle didn't know how far she'd been running but her lungs were starting to burn, tears ran down her cheeks freely and she knew if she didn't stop soon she'd collapse. Stopping by a tree she held on to it tightly. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and she couldn't stop it, she collapsed soon after. She sat down and brought her knees to her chest and cried. She knew she could let it all out. There was no one around, no one to judge her, no one to ask her why she was crying so she cried. She let everything go. All her fears, her worries and her pain, everything was washed away by the tears. She didn't crave attention now; she just wanted the pain to stop.

xxxxx

"Its been almost two hours, you think Anna's okay?" Sam asked his brother from behind his laptop.

"I'm pretty sure she's fine." Dean told him. Sam wanted to tell his brother, tell him that he was falling for a 17 year old girl. But he knew he would say it was wrong. He didn't want to be judged. He already knew it was bad and being reminded of it wasn't going to make him feel better. He felt like he was betraying himself, betraying Bobby, and betraying Annabelle. She was so innocent. She was still a girl, still pure. He couldn't taint her. But he couldn't help himself. Sam wasn't like his brother though. He liked Annabelle. He wouldn't sleep with her then sleep with another girl a few towns over. Sometimes Sam didn't know how Dean did it. Slept with girls in different towns and not feel a thing. He could never do it. He would always feel guilty if he did. Sam didn't know what to do. He wanted to love her, to fall in love with her. But it wasn't right and he didn't want to force it. The door opened and in came a dirty and sweaty Annabelle.

"What happened, are you okay?" Sam asked concerned standing up from the table. She gave him a small laugh.

"I'm fine. I just tripped and fell down a hill, nothing to get worked up about." She said walking towards the bathroom. They both knew how much of a klutz she was so they didn't question it. There she went, pretending like nothing was wrong, hiding behind a smile that did nothing but hide the truth. That's just who she was though. She grew up not learning to express herself. Not knowing what love really was.

Of course she loved her parents and her parents loved her, she loved her sister and her sister also loved her. But they were never their most of the time. They were usually off on hunts or busy doing other things. She never had a normal childhood, never had a boyfriend, never got to graduate high school, never got to go to prom. Nothing, none of these things. And right now everything was starting to get to her. All these emotions were consuming her and she didn't know how to deal with it. She didn't have anyone to talk to so she would have to learn to deal with it on her own.

Annabelle peeled off her clothes leaving herself in her underwear in front of the boys. She walked to the bathroom removed her underwear and got into the shower. Annabelle washed her hair and face trying to get the mud out. She knew she was going to look horrible when she got out anyways so it didn't matter. She didn't care if she looked horrible. Annabelle finished her shower and got dressed in a pair of Dean's clean boxers, because they were smaller than Sam's and a white shirt over her bright pink bra. She left her hair a mess and didn't bother to put on makeup. It was only 4 and they couldn't go to the bar till at least 8.

Both boys looked up at her when she exited the bathroom. She was beautiful with or without makeup. But right now she looked really bad. Her hair a mess, bags under her eyes, a long red scratch going from her jaw line to her neck. She looked at the boys and gave them a small smile. Dean was lying on his bed and Sam was on his laptop as usual looking up more information, although he was watching the TV too.

"I'm going to take a nap." She explained and looked at Dean. She gave him a smile and crawled in to bed with him. Dean usually wasn't the chick flick kinda man, he never actually cuddled with a girl. But Annabelle was like a little sister and he could feel something wrong with her. He just wasn't sure if it was because of Sam or just personal reasons. Either way, he was there for her. When Annabelle got settled, with her head on his chest and Dean's arm around her shoulders, Dean sent a questioning glare at Sam, who sighed sympathetically. Annabelle snuggled closer to Dean, laying her arm over his chest gripping his shirt lightly and draping one of her legs over his. Dean could feel his warmth at his side. He looked down at Annabelle and kissed her head. He laid a hand over hers soothingly and continued watching TV.

About an hour later Annabelle's grip on Dean's shirt tightened. Dean also noticed a small wet stain on his green shirt. Was Annabelle crying in her sleep? Sam looked over worried, he was beginning to think there was more going on with Annabelle than just him. Annabelle was still a teenager, not your average teenager because yes she was a hunter, but nonetheless she was still a teenager. Annabelle finally let go of his shirt and turned around pulling Dean with her. Dean spooned her from behind. She was a little too close but right now Dean didn't mind, although he was trying his hardest not to think with his downstairs.

Dean wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer. Dean let her sleep for another 2 hours, having actually fallen asleep himself for a little over an hour. When Annabelle woke up she was kind of confused. She knew she had fallen asleep with Dean but why were they in this position. She could feel him behind her and she didn't mind, but it was just weird. She stretched and arched her rear into him. She heard Dean groan softly and turned around to face him.

"Thanks." She whispered placing an innocent kiss on his lips. She got up and went to go get ready for tonight's activities. She grabbed her duffle and entered the bathroom.
Almost 30 minutes later, Annabelle walks out in a pair of blue skinny jeans, a white tank top with a purple 3/4 sleeve cardigan and a small black belt a couple of inches below her breast along with a pair of 2 inch black ankle boots that had a small bow on the side. She brushed out her curly hair and added some mouse and gel to make it curl up again. She walked to the sink with her make-up bag and began applying her make-up. She walked out of the bathroom with a black smokey and a nude lip. It looked really good on her, made her look older and more mature, but still young at the same time. She was really good at applying make-up and used it to her advantage. Annabelle was a girly girl at heart, she loved make-up and fashion, although it wasn't an always type of thing. She also liked to be boyish and just wear jeans and a tee.

"About time you finished. Jeez you take almost as long as Sammy does." Dean told Annabelle who smiled when Sam shoved Dean. Dean and Sam were dressed in there regular clothes, Dean a black shirt with his jacket over it and jeans and Sam in a plaid blue button down shirt and jeans. Some things just never changed. They decided to go off to a local dinner and eat. It was past 9 when they decided to go off to the bar.

"Let's rock and roll people" Annabelle said grabbing her .45 and stuffing it in the back of her jeans. She already had a knife in her boot and a smaller pistol hidden in her bra. Hey, she had to be protected one way or another. Annabelle grabbed her wallet and followed the boys out of the car, towards "Dustin's Bar". Sam had finished the research Annabelle started. He gathered some more information which led them to this very popular bar where 9 out of the 11 missing people were last seen, 8 of those 11 where college students from a college less than 2 miles away. Annabelle may only be 17 she had no problem getting into bars, well it did help she had a couple of fake ID's… The bar was only 10 minutes away from the dinner and only about 15 minutes from the motel they were staying at. The bar was small but pretty full. There were a lot of young adults, plenty of college students, perfect place to kidnap somebody. Annabelle smiled to herself. If Sam wasn't going to do her then maybe some other desperate college boy would. The three hunters walked past the crowd to the bar.

"Three beers please." Dean told the girl behind the bar. He looked around the bar scoping out the young girls walking around barely dressed. Then one girl caught his eye. She wore dark tight jeans that hung low off her hips and a purple camisole shirt. She had short curly hair pulled back into a half pony tail, her brown eyes glistened in the low light of the bar. She was playing pool with a bunch of guys and she was… winning? Dean smirked and looked at his brother then at Annabelle and walked away towards the pool tables.

"That's so Dean." Annabelle laughed and drunk her beer. Sam laughed and nodded in agreement. Annabelle looked around for anything suspicious. Anyone could be a vampire, there was no way to really tell. It could be a girl or a male. It could be more than once. This was going to be difficult. Annabelle sighed and finished off her first beer.

"Hey Sam, I'll be right back, going to the bathroom." Sam nodded and watched her go off. Annabelle walked to the bathroom. She stepped in the stall and pulled down her pants. She looked down by the door and saw a shadow. Her eyebrows pulled together in suspicion. She finished and pulled up her jeans. She turned around to flush and when she looked back the shadow was gone. 'What the hell?' Annabelle thought and walked out of the bathroom looking around. No one was in the bathroom and it creeped her out a bit. She walked out of the bathroom quickly and down the hallway back towards the bar and Sam.

But then someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her out the side door. No one saw or heard anything because it was done so quickly. Annabelle tried to yell but her mouth was covered. She trashed her arms and legs as she was dragged down in to the woods. She was able to bite down on the persons arm and her legs managed to touch the floor and flip the person over her back. He hissed from the floor and retaliated. He knocked her down to the floor and that's when everything went black for Annabelle.


I know, I'm bad, sorry for the cliffy. Well that was chapter 1, I can't promise all the chapters will be this long, but as stated in my other story I am way more excited about this story that 'Us, Them and the Apocalypse'. Also lyrics were from Demi Lovato's "Catch me".

Chapter 2 Preview:

Dean led Alex to his car outside. It was parked under a tree on the other side of the lot. She looked at his car and smiled. She didn't know a thing about cars but this car was sexy and had a lot room in the back seat.

"Nice car." She smirked and kissed him. She opened the back seat and pushed him in gently. She got in and closed the door. She laid on top of him and kissed him. He cupped her ass and she moaned softly into his mouth. A bang on the window stopped them and Dean stood up with Alex on his lap. Sam opened the door and glared at Dean.

"Anna's missing." He explained and Dean looked at Alex.

"Sorry I have to go." Dean told her and she nodded fixing herself up and opening the door to get out. She looked at Sam and then Dean who was getting out of the car.

"I'm expecting my money Dean." She told him slipping a paper into his jean pocket, she wasn't a hooker, she was a...hustler you can say. It was how she made her money. She kissed him on the lips and walked off. Sam looked at him and then got in the car. Dean ran to the driver's seat and got in. He turned on the car and began driving.

"Where was she last?" Dean asked as he pulled into the road.

"She went to the bathroom and never came back. I found her phone lying on the ground outside.. I think the vampires got her."

"She's going to be fine Sam, we're gonna find her." Sam sighed. He couldn't help but panic. His heart ached and he remembered what Annabelle told him last night. What if she died? What if he never got a chance to see her again?