Then tossed her phone in her car and hiked up the driveway, away from safety and into the darkness she’d become accustomed to. She could so clearly picture them in the house pacing back and forth wondering how they could find her, help her.īringing her phone out of her pocket she sent Dean a short text: “I’ll be back. Her heart gave a pang at the thought of Dean and Sam. It would be too easy for Dean to track her down and spot her ride if she raced around town finding answers. The night was viciously cold, and for a moment she considered taking her GTO. Her mind made up, Anya’s fist struck him in the temple and darted around him as he yelled in pain and jolted away. It would please her to no end to see the life leave their eyes at her hands.Ĭas tried to stop her, holding a hand out in protest as she barreled down the steps and made for the front door. Werewolves were responsible for all the hurt in her life, every single moment of tragedy tainted with their existence. In a rush she packed her bag, conscious of the fact she was acting rashly but not giving a single fuck. She barely gave Cas a second glance as she shot to her feet and ran up the steps. She had known about stray werewolves that kept their heads down, but if her family had been packing silver it meant the stirrings were there, and now it was clear. Just when she was about to lose her shit on him, one word stood out violently against the white noise. His voice became radio static in her overwhelmed mind. The reasoning was relentless, point after point being addressed, apparently desperate for her to see the urgency. I just want to make it through the night.

Head bowed she gripped her arms, squeezing to prevent the tears. Imagining Sam and Dean creating a large, ragged platform of wood to accommodate all four members stabbed her in the heart. Anya was sure even a cop or two knew their real identities, less paperwork to worry about to just let the local hunters get on with it. Hunters honored one another with a funeral pyre, and the only friends they had in the town were aware of their peculiar occupation. It choked her up thinking about what the boys were doing.

She had lost her only remaining family, and he was just trying to move past all stages of grief and barrel straight into logical action. He meant well, she knew, but at this moment it was terribly clear just how separated from the situation being an angel made him. We will figure this out, Anya, I swear it.”Īnya was sitting on the living room couch, staring at Cas’ earnest expression. “When the brothers come back, we’ll recoup our resources and start investigating. So, when she found herself staring at him only an hour later, she couldn't help but feel he had stolen that from her.īeing awake did nothing but remind her of the loss, and it didn't help Cas wanted to talk about it. Perhaps a day or two, if he was forgiving.

When Cas touched her and sent her to sleep, Anya had hoped he would make it a long rest.

Ripple font grateful dead