Dean stood and grabbed her bag, ripping it from her hand.  He then grabbed her arm, his hand sliding down to her own, “I didn’t mean you couldn’t stay…The door is locked.  My dad doesn’t know and probably won’t care to check on me.  He knows I’m pissed. So, you’re fine here until morning.  You’re more likely to be seen out there trying to get your own place…so sit…”

He tossed her bag back onto the floor and pulled her toward him.  He then thought about her question, biting the skin on his lip.  He shook his head.

“I don’t know what to believe.  I mean…I can’t keep living like this, but if there’s some weird cosmic douchery going on, and she’s alive, I feel like the universe owes it to me.  But yes…I feel like she’s still around, in one way or another.  I’m just not sure what to do with that feeling…”, he pushed a loose hair behind her ear, smirking.

“In the meantime, I guess you’re her ghost…”

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Anna felt his name ring out like a bell.  It was the first human contact, outside of her mom and the people they traveled with that she had been privileged to in a long time.  She laughed lightly, still checking him over as she stood.  She then pushed away from the machine, moving over for Sam, “Three weeks, actually.  And judging by the fact that she’s not back yet, I’m assuming mom is dumping me here for another week.”

She smirked and nodded her head about his family, “Families…Don’t you ever wish you could just get away from it all?  I mean…are their problems really ours?  I think I do…but…here I am.  Still eating the same delivery pizza and cheap vending machine food.  I guess it’s not that easy to take care of yourself…without hope that someone else is there for you.”