[h3] AnnaBeth and Dean [/h3]

Dean was surprised by the small kiss but smiled anyway. At least one thing seemed sane, in all this. He followed Sam away from the girls, wanting to reach out and grab the younger, yet much larger man as he pushed them both toward their conversation area. Once there, he placed his hands on his hips.

“What the hell is going on, here, man? I mean...that was a lot. I just came back from Hell and that still made my head hurt.”, he closed his eyes tightly only to open them and peer up at his brother, “Something ripped me out of Hell. And...whatever it was left this.”

He pulled his arm from his jacket, pulling his tshirt sleeve up and revealing the handprint scar.

—-

AnnaBeth watched Sam walk away, her hands fidgeting as she did so. He looked oddly familiar, on top of everything. But considering she remembered very little about her childhood, even if they had met before...she probably couldn’t pinpoint it. Tearing her eyes away as he disappeared with his brother, she turned to the girls and took a deep breath.

“I’m AnnaBeth...um some people call me Anna. I’m sorry for what happened back there. Believe it or not...that’s new.”

She gave a nervous laugh. Just as she did so, her face went blank as a vision came across her mind. She was in a school, and she couldn’t breathe. The face in front of her, belonging to the person holding her off the ground by her throat, was not familiar. But the voice ringing out her name in the back ground was...

Sam.

She heard a snap, before her mind pulled her out of the vision like a wormhole, whispering the entire time.

[i] “Should have known...Destruction follows the Winchesters...The end. This is the end.” [/i]

Coming out of the vision completely, she realized she was breathing heavy and her eyes were burning. Blinking, she looked around at the women. She was still safe...