The Runt of the Litter

Who Cares About the Numbers?

Note: Hey, Beautifuls 💜 You're all incredible and I love you so much. Every time I post, I feel the love in all your comments, and it means the absolute world.

So, guess what....

This bitch turned eighteen today! And I wanted to celebrate my eighteenth with Anna, even though our birthdays are five months apart lol. So, welcome to Anna's eighteenth birthday chapter 😉

Also, let's wish a Happy Early Birthday to our boy, Sammy, who turns 38 tomorrow (holy crap he's lowkey kinda old). It is my honor to be almost-birthday-buddies and a fellow Taurus with him.

Also, it's time to meet Madeleine, who has been mentioned but never introduced. She's Anna's girlfriend, and I figured it was time you guys meet her. And obviously, she wouldn't miss Anna's eighteenth.

Anyway, sorry for the very long note... enjoy the chapter :)

Who Cares About the Numbers?

"Eighteen, Beautiful," Madeleine whispered, soft and sweet in Anna's ear. Anna turned slightly toward the voice, feeling Maddie's lips almost brush against her jaw. There was so little space between them, she'd have shuddered if it was anyone else. Instead, she smiled a tiny and shy but pleased sliver of a smile. "You know what that means?"

"Mhm," Anna hummed, though it was a lie. She could rarely predict what Madeleine was about to say despite that they'd been together for almost three months now. It was part of what made her relationship with Maddie so satisfying. She knew her, but she didn't know her every thought. "We can get eloped now."

Madeleine leaned back and laughed, a genuine, high sound that made Anna's lips tug out into a broader smile. Sometimes she got these looks from Sam or Dean or even Kate when she started talking about Maddie, and it was like they couldn't quite believe she felt all the things she said she felt the way she thought she felt them. But Anna was infatuated. She felt like she never had met anyone like Maddie and she never would again. She felt like they didn't come any more perfect. She felt like she was experiencing what she hadn't felt with Ian in their two months of... well, she still wasn't sure what they'd been.

"I think your brother would kill me," Madeleine said, still smiling. Her canines were visible when she smiled for real, pressing lightly against her bottom lip, and Anna thought it made her smile that much more beautiful. Not to mention, Maddie rocked a red lipstick. They looked like polar opposites in some ways. Anna's hair was a stark blonde and curly while Maddie's was pin straight, thinner, and cut in a chin length bob. Anna wore very little makeup while Maddie almost always wore a full face of it. And somehow, they were still perfect together. Or at least they believed they were. And Anna was content to live in that for as long as she possibly could. She was content to turn eighteen with Maddie's name attached to hers-- she loved the way it sounded: Anna and Madeleine.

"Maybe," she said in reply. But there was no maybe about it, and she didn't even have to ask which brother Maddie was talking about. The boys would make it a group project if Anna and Maddie tried to elope. Dean would kill Madeleine and Sam would kill Anna.

"I was going to say, now that you're eighteen, we can take a romantic trip to Montréal. We're old enough to drink there, and we could detour while we're in Canada so you could meet my family."

The thought was tempting, but Anna couldn't commit to such a trip. Not yet anyway. "Much as I love listening to you say that word-"

Madeleine's smile twisted to the side, "Montréal," she interjected in her French-Canadian accent.

"-I have to wonder where the hell you think we'd find the money to go to Canada for a romantic getaway. Not to mention, Dean might be just as likely to kill you for that as for our elopement."