Maybe stilettos and a dress hadn't been the way to go. Anna was regretting her fashion choice as she wobbled across the tumbled stones and gunky mud. The heels of her Jimmy Choos sunk into the ground and she let out a little disgusted cry. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered slightly. They'd been coming up from Florida and it had been really warm there. Logically, she'd known that it would be colder up north, but she just hadn't been in the mindset to really think about it. Besides, dresses made her feel pretty and if she was going to be crammed into a car for hours and hours she needed something going for her. 

"Why didn't you tell me to bring a jacket?" She bitched at her much more correctly dressed friend. She stumbled her way through to mud, trying not to be upset about the amount of mud caking her supremely expensive shoes. She caught sight of Bobby and shot him a wave. "Hey, Bobby."

The older man gave her a strange look. "What the hell are you wearing?" He wanted to know. There was a scolding tone in his voice and Anna had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "You do know it's October, don't you?"

Anna didn't bother responding. The sight of a warm, inviting house beckoned her forward. She moved as fast as her shoes would allow her to so. She was so focused on finding comfort that she didn't see the person in front of her until it was too late. She smacked face first into a hard wall of muscle and went tumbling back. She managed to right herself just before she hit the ground. "Shit!" She hissed. Her heel had scraped against the ground and now there was a huge scratch in the side of it. 

She looked up at the person she'd smacked into and came face to face with a huge, tall, muscled guy. He appeared to be about her age with long-ish brown hair and expressive eyes deep set within his face. He had high cheek bones and held himself like he was a little unsure of her. She scowled at him. "'Scuse you!" She snapped, huffing as she brushed passed him. All she could think about was checking out the damage to her shoe. 

She brushed passed another man who let out an indignant cry, but she hardly noticed. "I'm taking a bath! Don't bother me!"

Dean watched the short, pretty blonde woman stomp up the steps. Once she had disappeared from view, he turned to look out the door. Three heads were staring into the house, Bobby's exasperated. He shook his head and beckoned Dean over with a hand. 

"Dean," he said. "Come here." He smiled at Rhiannon and gestured to the two boys. "These are Sam and Dean Winchester. They're staying a while."