The Winchesters. On hold

Morning=Trouble

Ana's POV In a dream
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I was lying on cold concrete,
It was raining. I lost a lot of blood.
"You will be a tasty snack." The Vamp said unleashing his fangs and comes closer.
Then his head rolled on the ground. A another man was behind him holding a blade.
I cried out, he ran to my side, he took out a black bandanna and warped it around the gash on my arm.
He picks me up bridle style.
I closed my eyes.

"I'm going to get you clean up ok?"

Then silence, I open my eyes. I found my self on a motel bed with a wad of cash beside me, my wounds.
I scurried off the bed and looked out the window and watch the tail lights disappear into the darkness.
I sighed, I will never know who was my rescuer is.
I felt strong arms around my waist, I gasp and turn around. The man who rescued me, I couldn't see his face no matter how bright the room was.

He placed his hand on my cheek. "Feeling better now?"
I nodded-absolutely terrified.
"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not." I said

"Good."

He place his hand on the back of my neck, and pulled me closer to him. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my mind was racing.

He kiss me gently.

*Gasp*

I opened my eyes- it was just a dream who is that man? It was early in the morning, I should get up and make some breakfast. Then I realized was facing Dean- he was still asleep and his arms around my waist and he didn't have a shirt on. I blushed wildly.

OMG why didn't I realized that last night! Oh god!

I tried to move his arms from my waist- fail- it was like he was caging me. Ugh. Then I saw something on Dean's right collarbone. I push the sheets down;it was a strange star tattoo. I softly brush the tattoo with my fingers. He flinch at my touch, I jerk my hand away.
I closed my eyes-pretending to be asleep. He groans softly and lets go of my waist; he rolls over to his side and fell asleep again.
I sighed and crawled out of bed and head down stairs.

I walked into to kitchen, Sam was making coffee.

"Morning,Sam." I greeted as I grab a skillet and eggs from that fridge.

"Morning,Ana."

"Sleep well?"

He shrugged

"You slept on the chair last night didn't you?"

"Yeah." Sam said in defeat

I turn on the oven and cracked a few eggs.

"What about, Michelle?"

He looked at me with concern
"Um...."

"What happen?" I turn to Sam.

"Does Michelle talk in her sleep somtimes?"

"Yes,Why?"

"Last night she mumble a few things."

I didn't say anything I turn back to the eggs. "Hmm."

"But after that she slept peacefully."

"Good, thanks for watching her."

"No problem." He said with a smile as he sat in a chair.

"Ooo Ana can you make hash browns too?!" My sister said cheerfully from the living room.
I giggled and Sam laughed.
"Okay, fine but don't get up yet, and don't move your wrist."

"Too late *POP* ooowww!"

"Oh dear god, Michelle." I groaned "and quiet down Dean is still sleeping, you'll wake him up."

"Too late." Dean said groggily as he walked into the kitchen.
Thank god he was wearing a white T-shirt; he glance at me then yawn running his hand through his messy hair.
"How can you guys wake up so early? it's 7:30 am.
Before I could say anything, my sister walked into the kitchen, holding her wrist with a blank expression on her face. "Guys?"

"Michelle, I told you not to get up and move your wrist."
She didn't say anything, she just stared at us. Then she began to unwrap her bandage.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Dean yelled.
After that she stuck out her wrist and rolled it in circles. We all stared at her speechless.
Sam stood up from his chair and walks toward Michelle.
He examines her wrist,
"It's perfectly fine, like it was never broken."

"So over night it healed on its own?" I ask

Dean murmurs something like "Castiel"

"No, I didn't heal her." A monotone voice said. I turned around; I see a tall man with short black hair and baby blue eyes, he had on a white tunic and a blue tie and tan trench coat. He just came out of nowhere.
My sister and I let out a high pitch screams "EEEEEEKKKKK!" Michelle grabs a wooden bat from a closet and I grabbed the hot skillet from the stove. My sister lunged at him and swings the bat; he knocks the bat out of her hand and placed his hand on her head. She froze and fell back, Sam caught her before he hit the ground. "Cas, Stop!"
I held the skillet in my hands and swings. I hit him in the head, he didn't fall nor he even flinched.
I swing the skillet again, but he grabbed my wrist causing me to drop the skillet. Fear took over me as I looked into his eyes, his expression was unreadable. He place his hand on my forehead.

"CAS, NO!" Dean yelled.

I felt a jolt of electricity travel through my body. It was painless but I felt very weak. My knees buckled under me, Dean caught me by my waist and laid me on the floor holding my head with his arm.

"Ana? Ana?" I closed my eyes.

"DAMMIT, CAS." Dean bellowed

Then I heard voices overlapping.

I forced my eyes open, "Dean?" I said with no volume in my voice. My vision was blurry, but I could still see Dean looking at me with a worried look on his face. "It's okay now,Ana,just ready for awhile?"
I wanted to say no and to know what was going on?
But too much of my energy was drained,I groan and close my eyes again.
"We have a lot of explaining to do,Dean."

"I know,Sam."

Then silence