The Runt of the Litter

Hang On, It's Anna

Note: Hey, babes <3

Thrilled to be back this week! Hoping that I can get back to posting semi-regularly. And guess what?? I even covered a request in this update :D

A couple people a while back asked to see Anna confronting Mary about her leaving Sam and Dean in season twelve, so enjoy that piece of this chapter, my loves <3

This chapter is a bit random, but it was an idea I had ages ago. I pitched it to @Musicpotterhead and she assured me that it wasn't stupid, so I went for it. But I only just finished it because I'm a slow writer these days. But it is nice and long, over 9k words. I don't know about you guys, but I certainly missed being able to publish chapters that were 5k+ words.

Anyway, this is essentially a series of episode tags (some shorter, some longer) to various episodes from the series. They're not in order by season, because I figured half the fun of this would be seeing who could guess what the episodes are. There are ten in total, but they're not all from the first ten seasons.

Anna's age changes each time, but if you figure out the season, you'll know how old she is. Enjoy!

Hang on, it's Anna.

"You're joking."

"I'm not joking," Sam told her. He lifted his beer bottle to his lips, but before he could take a sip, he pulled it down again, laughing. "You held it together better than he did, and you were only six or seven."

"No," Anna said, shaking her head. She wasn't gullible anymore, and she just had this hunch that he was tricking her. "Dean? Come on."

"Have you ever seen him get on an airplane?"

"Well... no." When Sam raised an eyebrow at her, Anna hurried to defend herself. "He likes his car too much," she argued. "Why would he get on a plane when he likes driving so much?"

"Anna, I'm telling you, Dean is scared of flying."

"No."

"I'm serious."

"Sam, you might be good at pulling my leg, but I'm not ten years old anymore, okay? I'm not buying it."

Sam smiled at her, and Anna could tell just what he was thinking. She wasn't ten anymore, but she was still only thirteen. She felt old and mature but to him... to him she was still a little kid. And that stupid smirk on his face only solidified her stance.

"No way is Dean afraid of planes."

Sam raised his hands in surrender, but when his smile didn't go away, Anna found her resolve slipping a little. She watched with suspicion as Sam turned his face to his laptop screen and clicked on a new tab. Before he even had time to start typing, her curiosity got the better of her.

"Is he really?" she asked, ducking her head to see his expression.

Sam's smirk spread into a grin. He nodded at her with a conspiratory glint in his eye.

"No way," Anna said, her disbelief transforming into pure joy. It soon fell back into doubt, though, as she thought about it. "No way," she said again, this time making it clear she didn't believe him. After a second, she couldn't resist. She shoved back her chair, raced through Bobby's living room toward the back door into the salvage yard. "Deeeaaan!"

()()()

She woke with a startle and a silent scream. Before she was even fully alert, Anna was shoving her blankets aside and rolling out of bed. She raced out of the bedroom and down the creaky stairs. She could hear voices in the kitchen, and the doorway glowed warmly with the lights still on.