Author's Note: B-A-C-K from boot camp for good. Boy did I miss fanfiction a lot. Anyway we should be heading towards the end soon, like I keep saying every chapter. This time I am serious though! I even already known how it's going to be end. All I need now is the link for here to there. Anyway thanks to all who have supported me, and please continue to review and comment. Comments mean the world to me.
Dean's dirty little secret
Mills Hospital In Elk Grove, California
Annabelle froze staring at her body lying below her. She blinked trying to take in the sight of her pale arms strapped up and filled with needles; along him the bright redness of her cheeks and her lips. She was dying. There was no way around it. She was finally dying and it was nothing like how she expected it to be. There was no life flashing before her eyes. No family surrounding her-let alone people who loved her. All there was, was pain, coldness and Dean Winchester.
Stupid obnoxious bull-head handsome sweet Dean Winchester who despite no longer knowing her stuck by her side like a dog. And even more over was trying to save her. She felt a long kept in sigh escape her as she watched Cas place a hand on her body's forehead. This was supposedly it. Any moment now she would be cured. Or at least that's how it was suppose to work.
Cas pulled away, a confused expression written on his face. Annabelle sighed once again taking a seat beside herself. Of course it wouldn't work. God probably had it written down personally for her to pass today. After all she was just a girl. No one of extreme importance.
"Her body is not accepting my help. Someone owns her soul."
Annabelle's ears perked up at this. Someone owned her soul? Who the hell would want to own that thing? Besides there was no way Annabelle would ever sell her soul for a few years of happiness. Not when it meant an eternity in hell. She was sure of that. Even if her memory was a little messed up right now. Luckily though she wasn't the only one who believed this.
"No. There's no way Annabelle would ever sell her soul. Besides you said it yourself Cas, she has no connections with any demons." Dean defended angrily.
"Yeah! Damn right I don't." Annabelle cheered.
Cas's blue eyes shot in her direction. They stayed on her for a while before reverting back to their original focus-an angry Dean Winchester. Annabelle wiped the nonexistent sweat from her brow. For a second she thought Cas could actually see her. Something that probably would be really useful. At least then she could tell Dean not to feel any guilt over her death. "There are other things out that can claim a person's soul-as well as other ways for demons to claim ownership," Cas's eyes shifted back to her, "The only real way to find out what or rather who owns her soul is for me to physical check it. Only then will I be able to read the brand left on her soul."
Dean's face seemed to go pale. Sam placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. Bobby sent him a sympathetic look. Annabelle…Annabelle felt herself grow annoyed. Like always she was the only one out of the loop. What the hell was so bad about a soul check? "It would be extremely painful," Cas said as if answering her question, "But it might be the only way, besides being in a comatose state might lessen the pain."
By now Annabelle was positive he was talking to her. "Only one problem. My soul's here not in there," she mentioned with folded arms.
"It doesn't matter. The soul's connection to the body is all I need," Cas replied.
The guys sent Cas a confused look. He ignored them not saying a word. Annabelle felt herself shiver. The room was getting colder and the pain more noticeable. She was dying at a faster rate now. "Whatever happens to my body I feel," she stated more than ask.
Cas shook his head, "In cases like yours, there should be no pain. It's only because of the strange circumstance you're in that any pain is felt."
"Cas, who are you talking to?" Dean asked. His green eyes searching his friend. Although Cas had strange tendencies, talking to thin air wasn't one of them. Slowly Dean's eyes followed his friend's to an empty spot beside Annabelle. He stared at it, silently figuring out what was going on.
"Annabelle. You're talking to Annabelle aren't you? " Sam voiced everyone's thoughts.
Cas sent Annabelle a questioningly look. She nodded. No sense in hiding her out of body experience with the rest of them. "Yes, her soul is partially disconnected from her body."
"What do you mean partially disconnected?" Dean demanded to know. Worry written plainly on his face.
"It's not unusual for souls to begin to disconnect from their bodies when dying like this."
"I take it when they fully die, their souls are completely disconnected." Bobby gruffed.
Cas nodded. It went silent. "Well does she at least know who she made the deal with?" Bobby asked.
"If I did, you would know. Believe me, you would know."
"No she doesn't."
"Cause that would be too easy right?" Dean muttered running a hand through his short hair. His eyes continued to stare at the empty near Annabelle. "How is she? You said she was in pain how much?"
Annabelle couldn't help but smile at his words. For a moment she swore her Dean was there and not some stranger. "Tell him, I'm fine just a little cold," Annabelle lied.
The pain was growing more and more intense. Soon she wouldn't be able to hide it, even from the angel. However the worst part of it, was that she didn't just feel pain. She felt herself disappearing. As if something were slowly eating her away. "She's in pain, but she won't admit it," Cas said.
"Of course she would," Dean muttered. Annabelle glared at him. Who was he to say such a thing? It's not like he knew her. Hell if she asked him when her birthday was he probably couldn't even come up with a month close to her actually month of birth. Then again neither could Dean Anderson. Still that was besides the point.
"There's nothing we can do to help relieve some of the pain?" Sam asked the angel.
"No, the only thing that can help her now is breaking the contract on her." Cas stated, "And the only way we can find out is by me reading her soul."
"Then do it." Annabelle said, Cas gave her a weary look, "I want to know who has my soul. No matter how painful it is."