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Conversations in a car... [closed]

When; Tonight(ish)
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Dean Winchester

dude_imbatman and Anna Milton

backseatangel
Summary; It's been months since Anna's seen Dean back home, unfortunately for her, it hasn't been as long for him. There are a few things that need to be discussed.
Log;

Anna had taken Bobby on a long walk after dinner, and to be honest, after Dean and Castiel had returned the walks had been getting longer and longer. While avoiding things wasn't normally her style, just the idea of the enormity of what had happened since she'd been brought to the City still hadn't sunk in - it floated, free in her mind, jumping to the fore at any awkward moment to remind her, things back home were bad. And what she would go home to do... well, she couldn't make her mind up on that. Was it wrong? Yes. Was it necessary?

She'd done the wrong thing for the right reason before. That's what being the hand of God on Earth was about, smiting, fighting, getting her hands dirty because... it was necessary sometimes.

War was hell.

Still, when she walked up toward the apartment building and saw Dean just sitting there, in his car, in the only piece of home he had, she felt a wave of guilt. Back in her time, he was still facing the hosts of Heaven and Hell for her. To save her. And she was going to repay him with attempted murder and pain and she still didn't entirely understand why.

Maybe now was the time to ask?

She came up to the passenger's side window and tapped softly, "Dean, you okay in there?"

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Dean had been listening to cassette tapes when Anna knocked on the window. He turned the volume back, leaned over and opened the door to let Anna sit if she wanted to.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm good. Just spending some time with my baby." He glanced over to the dog Anna was walking. He still couldn't grasp the idea that the dog had been his at one point even though it was apparent he liked him. Dean had never considered himself much of a dog person. He reached out and scrubbed a hand over the dog's ears. "Hey, Bobby," he said before looking back at up at Anna.

"Have a seat if you want."

Bobby gave a good-natured woof as Anna slid into the seat next to Dean. She absently reached out to run her fingers over the dash with a smile.

"When I first arrived, you came and picked me up in this. I was so confused... you were a real help, just like before when you guys found me in the church."

She looked at him. "You were different then. A lot's happened."

"Yeah," Dean nodded. He was quiet a moment, Black Sabbath playing very softly in the background. He took a deep breath then shrugged. "A lot's happened."

And honestly? He's not opposed to telling Anna most of it. He just doesn't know where to start.

Reaching outside to gently urge Bobby to lay down, Anna was trying to figure out that very thing.

"Before you and Sam left, he was drinking demon blood, you'd just found out about it. Back home I guess I was... gone? I don't know."

She leaned back in the seat, looking at the roof like it had her answers. "Then a little while ago, you came back for a weekend, yelling at me, threatening me. Saying Lucifer was loose, and I was trying to... "She sighed and turned her head toward him again. "How did everything get from detoxing Sam to me trying to make sure the two of you are never born? What am I missing, here, Dean, because you're going to save my life, and even the way that I was... I wouldn't take that lightly."

Dean ran his palms over the steering wheel of the Impala, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he did."You got caught." He wasn't about to tell her Cas turned her in. That was his to tell, not Dean's. "And Sam got out of Bobby's panic room. We found out the angels engineered the entire apocalypse. They wanted war and if it meant a few billion people died then they were just humans."

He squared his jaw, gritting his teeth together. "God's gone missing. Cas--he broke me out and I tried to stop Sam. I wasn't--I was too late. The last seal broke. Sam's off blood now. He detoxed and--" Dean wasn't going to mention the relapse against Famine. "And we're holding our own on the apocalypse. You broke out and you were going to 1978 to kill my parents before me or Sam were born. I guess a few months in angel jail drove you crazy."

It's obviously not the whole story. "But that doesn't make any sense, Dean. I'm pretty sure that after... after whatever happens to me, I'm still me. If I wanted to stop the apocalypse, killing the guys fighting it seems like a bad way to do it. What am I missing?"

"I don't know, Anna. Sam broke the last seal. I broke the first one. Without us, the apocalypse wouldn't have been possible," Dean answered roughly. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.

She still wasn't convinced and shook her head. There were too many variables, hell, even when she asked the City they'd been pointed out.

"Then why don't I just go back and stop you? Kill you? Or Ruby? Because there's ways I could do that. What makes the two of you so different from any other person out there that I need to make sure that your parents don't even live to have you?"

Dean grumbles because he doesn't like this part of the story. "I'm Michael's true vessel. Sam's Lucifer's but the assholes upstairs forgot that we've got free will down here. So far, we've both been telling them they can go fuck themselves."

"O-ohhhhh..." Anna sank into the seat, trying very hard not to stare at Dean, because that? That made sense. The pieces fit now. All the defending and debating she'd done could be put aside. From a tactical standpoint, it was perfect. And it still made her feel awful.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Dean shrugged in response, pursing his lips.

"We stopped you. Cas, Sammy and me. When we went back to 2010, Mom was fine. Dad was better than fine. She was pregnant with me."

She figured she already knew the answer, if she was half as dedicated then as she'd been as leader of the Garrison, it had probably taken a minor miracle.

"Stop me?"

Dean shrugged again, still fixing his eyes on the dash or out the window. "Michael showed up. Convinced Dad to let him use his body for a little while. He got there before you hurt my Mom and..."

More shrugging. No it didn't go well. At least on Anna's end.

"Michael."

Anna closed her eyes. She can only imagine and only hope that whatever it was was quick. She's good, but obviously she's not that good.

"So that's, that, then. I get my Grace back, hide, get caught, betray my friends and die. Least I don't have to wonder anymore. Always did hate not knowing things."

"And I just did the thing Doc Brown kept warning against," Dean sighed. He looked over to Anna. "You haven't done it yet though so you can choose not to."

She tried to smile for him, but it never quite makes it to her eyes.

"Has anyone told you... we're not going to remember this conversation when we leave here. We go back just the way we came."

She reached out to put her hand on Bobby's head and spoke softly, mostly to herself, "I just wanted to feel."

"Yeah. I've heard that. I'm pretty sure Doc Brown would still be pissed," Dean tried to joke. He wasn't good at this. The whole comforting thing escaped him. He'd tell Sam to quit being a whiny little girl. He didn't think that applied to Anna.

"At least as long as you're here, you're feeling."

He was trying, and she appreciated it, he was one of the few people that had a shot at really understanding the balance she was trying to maintain. Failing to maintain most the time it felt like. But he was trying, so she widened the smile and turned back to him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

"And I wouldn't even half this much without you and Sam. I've been pretty awful at thanking you for that. Thank you."

Dean chuckled a little then shrugged. "It was the right thing to do. It doesn't always turn out but Sam and I try to do the right thing."

"Doesn't matter, you should still be thanked." She give him a smirk, "It's not like you're making anything off the gig."

Dean chuckled at that. "Nah but I'm getting a place to stay for a little while out of the deal."

"You still want to? Stay with me, I mean?"

Dean gave her a 'don't be a moron' look. "Yeah. At least 'til we find another place. I don't want to crowd you."

Anna looked up at the apartment building. "You know... the apartment next door is empty, it's actually the one I was in for awhile. I heard some people take the walls down in-between, make them single units. You guys could have your space then."

Despite everything, she does feel safer in this crazy place if he's nearby.

"You gonna give me a sledge hammer?" he waggled his eyebrows at her. "Sounds like a plan to me. If Sammich shows up, we'll need the extra room."

Okay, maybe this wasn't the best idea.

"Do you know how to remodel houses, or just tear them apart looking for bones?"

Dean thought about this a moment. "Just the tearing apart but I know how to put a car together. How hard can it be?"

That gets a laugh and she gives him the 'right, because that ALWAYS works' look. "I'll post to the Network for help later, okay?"

"But that's no fun!" Dean has to protest. Of course he has to protest.

"Neither is having no hot water because someone busted a pipe." She arched an eyebrow, "And you do not want to get between a girl and her hot water."

"We'll go through the living room wall. No hot water pipes there." He gives her that idiots grin again.

"But all the wiring is." She hesitates before adding, "Okay - compromise - at least let me have someone on call?

Dean considers this as if it's a real option then nods. "Alright. Deal. As long as I get to hit things with a sledge hammer."

She chuckles, "The sledgehammer's all yours, Dean."

"Awesome." And yes he really does give you the thumbs up.

Yeah, that one gets an actual laugh.

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