People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out [RP with hasperkynipples]
[OOC: This occurred in AIM as a result of things finally hitting their breaking point and we knew this was coming for a while. Kinda long, and done in what I call "lazy" style RP. Have tissues handy, cause this is gonna hurt.]
Anna: I know that. And damnit, I love you, Dean, but it feels like I'm the only one trying to make this work.
Dean: Well, Anna what do you want me to do? I've never been good at this stuff, and I've kind of got bigger things to worry about right now.
Anna: Do something, Dean. Anything to show me this is actually worth the energy I keep throwing around.
Dean: Oh, something, real specific. Look, I get that I haven't been the greatest boyfriend in the world, and I get that I fucked this up. But I can't DO anything about it right now, alright? I've got this work to do, and if I don't do it, the world ends and everyone dies. EVERYONE. So I'm sorry if I don't have time to take you out to dinner or plan a special evening. I kind of have to save the world right now. *and he's not saying that to rub it in her face. as sarcastic as it gets*
Anna: I don't care about special evenings or fancy dinners. I just want you, Dean. I want you to just come and hold me. Kiss me, lean on me when you need someone.
Dean: You have me! I don't know what more I can do.
Anna: Kiss me, Dean. Like you mean it, like this kiss holds everything you feel for me. I just need that reassurance.
Dean: And what if it doesn't meet expectations? What if it's not enough?
Anna: You don't know what my expectations are. Stop worrying about being good enough, Dean. I don't care if you're perfect or not. I love you all the same.
Dean: You obviously need me to feel a certain way. If I'm not feeling that, what happens?
Anna: I'll still be here.
Dean: Yeah, but you'll be disappointed.
Anna: *sighs, gives him a look* Dean... baby, I'm used to disappointment. *yes she's trying to joke about it*
Dean: Doesn't mean you should put up with it.
Anna: *touches his cheek* "Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perserveres. Love never fails."
Dean: *shoves her off a bit* Don't quote that stuff to me, alright? I'm not going to do the same crap to you he did.
Anna: *steps back, hurt and confused* What are you talking about?
Dean: After everything that happened to you with Flack, you deserve someone who can give you what you want, and right now, I can't.
Anna: Don and I weren't meant to be together, and I've made peace with that. Dean, you've been through Hell -- no pun intended -- and I would never ask you to love me after everything you've been through.
Dean: But someone -should- love you.
Anna: Maybe someday you will.
Dean: Doesn't mean you should sit around and wait.
Anna: Dean- *reaches up to touch his cheek* I'm a friend first, lover second. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth.
Dean: You probably shouldn't do that either.
Anna: Probably not, but I don't care.
Dean: You should. Gonna get you killed.
Anna: Baby, I'm not afraid to die.
Dean: Maybe you should be. Where we go afterwards ain't all that fantastic.
Anna: *sigh* What I care about is you.
Dean: Maybe you shouldn't. What if it's my destiny to die again in all this?
Anna: Then that'll happen. And we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I won't let "what ifs" keep me from enjoying what I have right now.
Dean: But you're -not- enjoying it. That's the whole point of this conversation.
Anna: Every relationship hits a snag. And maybe I'm being... emotional and overreacting. Because snags aside, I'm happy with you.
Dean: *is quiet*
Anna: Just accept the fact that I love you Dean Winchester.
Dean: *softly* Doesn't mean I like it.
Anna: *frowns* Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Dean: That's not it. It's just -- not the greatest time in the world for me to be in a relationship right now.
Anna: I know, Dean. My timing sucks.
Dean: Timing sucks when it comes to everything lately.
Anna: Why not work with it?
Dean: What?
Anna: Instead of bitchin' about how timing sucks, why not make what we have work in spite of the bad timing?
Dean: Because I can't. I've mentioned that I don't do the relationship thing, right?
Anna: Then why are you with me?
Dean: *long pause* I don't know.
Dean: Originally it was because I wanted to be, but now -- I don't know anymore.
Anna: *swallows hard and looks down, staying silent - she's not gonna let him know that what he said broke her heart*
Dean: *knows it and feels like shit* It's just -- I can't give you what you need. I can barely take care of myself right now, I've got all this shit I have to do -- I don't know if this is what I should be doing right now.
Anna: *just... nods*
Dean: *is quiet*
Anna: It... it's your choice, Dean.
Dean: *heavy sigh*
Anna: Do you... want to-- to end it?
Dean: *jaw works for a second* For right now -- it might be a good idea.
Anna: *lets out a deep breath, trying not to cry* I understand.
Dean: *closes his eyes* I'm sorry, Anna.
Anna: *shakes her head, puts a finger to his lips* Shh. Don't.
Dean: I am.
Anna: I know, Dean. It's okay.
Dean: *nods* Do you need me to take you somewhere, or -- ?
Anna: *shaking her head* No. I want to stay.
Dean: *look* You sure you're not a masochist?
Anna: This isn't about me.
Dean: Maybe it should be.
Anna: Why should it be about me?
Dean: Because it's your life.
Anna: I'm a hunter now, Dean. This is war. And someone needs to stick around to bail your asses outta trouble.
Dean: Look, Anna, I spent my whole life taking care of people that weren't me, and look where it got me. Trust me when I say that you need to do things for yourself and what makes you happy. Who cares about the damn war? And don't tell me that this life makes you happy -- the only people who enjoy this are those who think they're doing something good.
Anna: I care about the war. Do you think I want to sit back while you and Sam are off stopping the Apocalypse when I could be there helping you? And being with you -- even though we're... nothing now.... makes me happy, Dean.
Dean: *buries his face in his hands* How. How can this possibly make you happy?
Anna: You and Sam are family to me. Being there for you boys makes me happy.
Dean: And you can't be there for us back in New York, or -- wherever?
Anna: I can't watch your backs from there.
Dean: Maybe we don't need you to watch our backs.
Anna: That's debatable.
Dean: We've been doing this job a -long- time, Anna.
Anna: I know. But look at me and tell me it's not nice to have a warm body to sleep next to at night. Someone who cares about you and will always be there for you.
Dean: Whether it's nice or not isn't really important right now.
Anna: *steps in close, voice beginning to break as she looks into his eyes* Tell me honestly that you would be happier if I was gone.
Dean: I would feel better if you were back in New York, yes.
Anna: I asked if you would be-- be h-happier.
Dean: What difference does it make?
Anna: *is starting to cry* It makes a big difference. Would you not miss me?
Dean: Course I'd miss you. But you'd be safer.
Anna: I don't care about being safer. I'm not afraid to die!
Dean: *snaps* Well, maybe -I- am! Maybe -I- don't want you to die. Maybe that's what -I- need from you. I need to know that you're -safe-.
Anna: You think that going back to my old life of chasing perps and getting shot at means I won't be in danger or at risk of dying?!
Dean: Maybe you will, but you won't be dying because of me!
Anna: It's not because of you if it's my choice to stay. My choice to fight.
Dean: But they'd be killing you to get to me.
Anna: They haven't even come close. They haven't tried anything to get me. Lamia was toying with me for Lilith's entertainment. Alastair's gone. Lilith's got her tail between her legs.
Dean: Lilith never has her tail between her legs. She's screwing with us. She wants this to happen whether she sees it or not.
Anna: I'm not leaving, Dean. This is what I need. For me.
Dean: Then why the hell are you even bothering to ask me what I want?
Anna: Maybe because I was trying to be considerate of your feelings!
Dean: Oh, great, be considerate of my feelings and listen to what I'm trying to say to you before GOING AGAINST IT ENTIRELY.
Anna: *snaps* You know, for a man who claims to be nothing like Don, you're just like him! You think you're saving me from a world of pain, think you're being noble and protecting me, but you're just twisting the knife even more.
Dean: You think a broken heart is the worst thing that can happen to you out here? When Lilith gets her hands on you, Anna, she won't just kill you. She'll play with you first. Knew a girl named Nancy once. Lilith killed her to make a point to me and Sam, and we found out that she didn't just kill her. She flayed her alive, pulling the skin from her body and listened to her scream for forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes, Anna. All that poor girl had ever done? She happened to -work- in the police precinct where we were being held. She was a good girl, went to church, didn't even swear -- hell, she'd never even had sex, and Lilith tortured her with a slow and painful death just because she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. *heavy sigh, looking at her seriously* If that's what she did to her, what the hell do you think she's going to do to you?
Anna: Honestly, Dean? *her eyes are empty now* I don't care.
Dean: Maybe you should.
Anna: It wouldn't be nearly as painful as loving you in spite of the fact that you keep trying to push me out of your life.
Dean: Bullshit.
Anna: I. Don't. Care. About. Lilith.
Dean: You say that now. You say that you can handle it, so long as the people you love are okay. And then you get there, and it happens, and you realize that nothing -- NOTHING -- is worth suffering through that. Listen to me when I say that I am doing you a favor. You can get over me. You won't be able to get over whatever she does to you, and whatever you wind up going through after.
Anna: I'll be dead. It won't matter.
Dean: Knowing what we've been doing, you'll probably be in Hell. And if you go to Hell, you'll become a demon. And when you come back, it -will- matter.
Anna: If, if if. Right now? I'm alive. Quit obsessing over "if" Dean.
Dean: I have to. I have to look at all the ifs, ands or buts, because if I don't someone gets killed. I can't lose anyone else. I won't be able to handle it.
Anna: How do you know with absolute certainty that you're going to lose me, Dean?
Dean: Because in the end, that's what happens. I lose everyone, no matter how much I try to protect them. I can't control the when, but I can at least try to control the how.
Anna: *steps in close, takes his face in her hands and brushes a light kiss against his lips before closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his* Maybe, just maybe this is part of God's plan for me. I can't explain it, Dean, but... I can feel that this is where I'm supposed to be.
Dean: God's plan is crap. No offense meant to you Anna, but don't drag him into this.
Anna: What about Chuck? He knew who I was, and the way he looked at us, Dean... he saw something. I don't know what, but... it means something. I think this is my destiny.
Dean: Destiny's bullshit on top of that. We make our own choices, Anna. No one makes them for us. And if you don't leave on your own, sooner or later we're going to leave you.
Anna: Alright, Dean. I'm sorry for screwing up your battle plans. *sullen, starting to cry, walks away*
Dean: *grits his jaw, thinks about telling her otherwise, but decides against it, and lets her go*
Anna: *pauses, turns back* If I ever become a demon, I want you to kill me.
Dean: *swallows at that* Anna --
Anna: I mean it, Dean. I don't want to hurt you or Sammy.
Dean: *quietly* In order for us to know it was you, you'd have to remember who you were.
Anna: Tell Sam I went for a walk and not to wait up for me. *tears streaming down her cheeks, turns again to start walking* ...I'm sorry, Dean. For everything.
Dean: *doesn't respond, just looks down at his hands*
Anna: You- You'll find someone stronger-- who'll actually listen to you. She'll be-- be perfect. And you'll be happy, and that's all I ask from God. *falls to her knees sobbing*
Dean: *doesn't move just stay where he is* I don't care about all that. I just want you to be safe.
Anna: I just want you to find someone you can love and be happy with. I- I think I'm meant to be alone.
Dean: No you're not. I just can't have that right now. I can't love -anyone- right now.
Anna: *shakes her head, hugging herself and looking at the ground* ...Maybe this is what Chuck saw. I'm sorry, Dean. For upsetting you and not-- not listening.
Dean: You don't have anything to be sorry about.
Anna: *back still turned to him* Yeah, I do. *long pause, looks back at him over her shoulder, still crying* Do you-- regret it? All of it?
Dean: *shakes his head* No.
Anna: Why not? You were miserable.
Dean: I didn't say that. You weren't what was making me unhappy.
Anna: I wasn't exactly making you h-happy, either.
Dean: That wasn't your fault. I don't think anything could make me happy right now. I have too many things to worry about.
Anna: I tried so hard, Dean. I'm sorry I couldn't be good enough.
Dean: It wasn't -- it wasn't anything to do with you, kid. It's just -- the timing wasn't right?
Anna: ...Damnit, I told you to stop calling me that.
Dean: *slight look that could be a smirk*
Anna: *starts sobbing again*
Dean: *and feels more like crap, but doesn't know what else to say*
Anna: Just-- just be careful who you--- you--- *can barely bring herself to say it* be careful who you-- you-- sleep with, okay? You never know who's got what nowadays.
Dean: *tilts his head towards her* Why do you even care about that?
Anna: Because, I care about you.
Dean: *runs a hand over his face* Trust me, sex is the last thing on my mind.
Anna: *quietly* I-- I need to go for a-- a-- a walk. Tell Sam I'll be by the room later...
Dean: Okay.
Anna: You two stay out of trouble while I'm gone. *slowly gets to her feet, whispers mostly to herself* Goodbye, Dean.
Dean: *watches her go with a nod*
Anna: I know that. And damnit, I love you, Dean, but it feels like I'm the only one trying to make this work.
Dean: Well, Anna what do you want me to do? I've never been good at this stuff, and I've kind of got bigger things to worry about right now.
Anna: Do something, Dean. Anything to show me this is actually worth the energy I keep throwing around.
Dean: Oh, something, real specific. Look, I get that I haven't been the greatest boyfriend in the world, and I get that I fucked this up. But I can't DO anything about it right now, alright? I've got this work to do, and if I don't do it, the world ends and everyone dies. EVERYONE. So I'm sorry if I don't have time to take you out to dinner or plan a special evening. I kind of have to save the world right now. *and he's not saying that to rub it in her face. as sarcastic as it gets*
Anna: I don't care about special evenings or fancy dinners. I just want you, Dean. I want you to just come and hold me. Kiss me, lean on me when you need someone.
Dean: You have me! I don't know what more I can do.
Anna: Kiss me, Dean. Like you mean it, like this kiss holds everything you feel for me. I just need that reassurance.
Dean: And what if it doesn't meet expectations? What if it's not enough?
Anna: You don't know what my expectations are. Stop worrying about being good enough, Dean. I don't care if you're perfect or not. I love you all the same.
Dean: You obviously need me to feel a certain way. If I'm not feeling that, what happens?
Anna: I'll still be here.
Dean: Yeah, but you'll be disappointed.
Anna: *sighs, gives him a look* Dean... baby, I'm used to disappointment. *yes she's trying to joke about it*
Dean: Doesn't mean you should put up with it.
Anna: *touches his cheek* "Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perserveres. Love never fails."
Dean: *shoves her off a bit* Don't quote that stuff to me, alright? I'm not going to do the same crap to you he did.
Anna: *steps back, hurt and confused* What are you talking about?
Dean: After everything that happened to you with Flack, you deserve someone who can give you what you want, and right now, I can't.
Anna: Don and I weren't meant to be together, and I've made peace with that. Dean, you've been through Hell -- no pun intended -- and I would never ask you to love me after everything you've been through.
Dean: But someone -should- love you.
Anna: Maybe someday you will.
Dean: Doesn't mean you should sit around and wait.
Anna: Dean- *reaches up to touch his cheek* I'm a friend first, lover second. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth.
Dean: You probably shouldn't do that either.
Anna: Probably not, but I don't care.
Dean: You should. Gonna get you killed.
Anna: Baby, I'm not afraid to die.
Dean: Maybe you should be. Where we go afterwards ain't all that fantastic.
Anna: *sigh* What I care about is you.
Dean: Maybe you shouldn't. What if it's my destiny to die again in all this?
Anna: Then that'll happen. And we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I won't let "what ifs" keep me from enjoying what I have right now.
Dean: But you're -not- enjoying it. That's the whole point of this conversation.
Anna: Every relationship hits a snag. And maybe I'm being... emotional and overreacting. Because snags aside, I'm happy with you.
Dean: *is quiet*
Anna: Just accept the fact that I love you Dean Winchester.
Dean: *softly* Doesn't mean I like it.
Anna: *frowns* Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Dean: That's not it. It's just -- not the greatest time in the world for me to be in a relationship right now.
Anna: I know, Dean. My timing sucks.
Dean: Timing sucks when it comes to everything lately.
Anna: Why not work with it?
Dean: What?
Anna: Instead of bitchin' about how timing sucks, why not make what we have work in spite of the bad timing?
Dean: Because I can't. I've mentioned that I don't do the relationship thing, right?
Anna: Then why are you with me?
Dean: *long pause* I don't know.
Dean: Originally it was because I wanted to be, but now -- I don't know anymore.
Anna: *swallows hard and looks down, staying silent - she's not gonna let him know that what he said broke her heart*
Dean: *knows it and feels like shit* It's just -- I can't give you what you need. I can barely take care of myself right now, I've got all this shit I have to do -- I don't know if this is what I should be doing right now.
Anna: *just... nods*
Dean: *is quiet*
Anna: It... it's your choice, Dean.
Dean: *heavy sigh*
Anna: Do you... want to-- to end it?
Dean: *jaw works for a second* For right now -- it might be a good idea.
Anna: *lets out a deep breath, trying not to cry* I understand.
Dean: *closes his eyes* I'm sorry, Anna.
Anna: *shakes her head, puts a finger to his lips* Shh. Don't.
Dean: I am.
Anna: I know, Dean. It's okay.
Dean: *nods* Do you need me to take you somewhere, or -- ?
Anna: *shaking her head* No. I want to stay.
Dean: *look* You sure you're not a masochist?
Anna: This isn't about me.
Dean: Maybe it should be.
Anna: Why should it be about me?
Dean: Because it's your life.
Anna: I'm a hunter now, Dean. This is war. And someone needs to stick around to bail your asses outta trouble.
Dean: Look, Anna, I spent my whole life taking care of people that weren't me, and look where it got me. Trust me when I say that you need to do things for yourself and what makes you happy. Who cares about the damn war? And don't tell me that this life makes you happy -- the only people who enjoy this are those who think they're doing something good.
Anna: I care about the war. Do you think I want to sit back while you and Sam are off stopping the Apocalypse when I could be there helping you? And being with you -- even though we're... nothing now.... makes me happy, Dean.
Dean: *buries his face in his hands* How. How can this possibly make you happy?
Anna: You and Sam are family to me. Being there for you boys makes me happy.
Dean: And you can't be there for us back in New York, or -- wherever?
Anna: I can't watch your backs from there.
Dean: Maybe we don't need you to watch our backs.
Anna: That's debatable.
Dean: We've been doing this job a -long- time, Anna.
Anna: I know. But look at me and tell me it's not nice to have a warm body to sleep next to at night. Someone who cares about you and will always be there for you.
Dean: Whether it's nice or not isn't really important right now.
Anna: *steps in close, voice beginning to break as she looks into his eyes* Tell me honestly that you would be happier if I was gone.
Dean: I would feel better if you were back in New York, yes.
Anna: I asked if you would be-- be h-happier.
Dean: What difference does it make?
Anna: *is starting to cry* It makes a big difference. Would you not miss me?
Dean: Course I'd miss you. But you'd be safer.
Anna: I don't care about being safer. I'm not afraid to die!
Dean: *snaps* Well, maybe -I- am! Maybe -I- don't want you to die. Maybe that's what -I- need from you. I need to know that you're -safe-.
Anna: You think that going back to my old life of chasing perps and getting shot at means I won't be in danger or at risk of dying?!
Dean: Maybe you will, but you won't be dying because of me!
Anna: It's not because of you if it's my choice to stay. My choice to fight.
Dean: But they'd be killing you to get to me.
Anna: They haven't even come close. They haven't tried anything to get me. Lamia was toying with me for Lilith's entertainment. Alastair's gone. Lilith's got her tail between her legs.
Dean: Lilith never has her tail between her legs. She's screwing with us. She wants this to happen whether she sees it or not.
Anna: I'm not leaving, Dean. This is what I need. For me.
Dean: Then why the hell are you even bothering to ask me what I want?
Anna: Maybe because I was trying to be considerate of your feelings!
Dean: Oh, great, be considerate of my feelings and listen to what I'm trying to say to you before GOING AGAINST IT ENTIRELY.
Anna: *snaps* You know, for a man who claims to be nothing like Don, you're just like him! You think you're saving me from a world of pain, think you're being noble and protecting me, but you're just twisting the knife even more.
Dean: You think a broken heart is the worst thing that can happen to you out here? When Lilith gets her hands on you, Anna, she won't just kill you. She'll play with you first. Knew a girl named Nancy once. Lilith killed her to make a point to me and Sam, and we found out that she didn't just kill her. She flayed her alive, pulling the skin from her body and listened to her scream for forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes, Anna. All that poor girl had ever done? She happened to -work- in the police precinct where we were being held. She was a good girl, went to church, didn't even swear -- hell, she'd never even had sex, and Lilith tortured her with a slow and painful death just because she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. *heavy sigh, looking at her seriously* If that's what she did to her, what the hell do you think she's going to do to you?
Anna: Honestly, Dean? *her eyes are empty now* I don't care.
Dean: Maybe you should.
Anna: It wouldn't be nearly as painful as loving you in spite of the fact that you keep trying to push me out of your life.
Dean: Bullshit.
Anna: I. Don't. Care. About. Lilith.
Dean: You say that now. You say that you can handle it, so long as the people you love are okay. And then you get there, and it happens, and you realize that nothing -- NOTHING -- is worth suffering through that. Listen to me when I say that I am doing you a favor. You can get over me. You won't be able to get over whatever she does to you, and whatever you wind up going through after.
Anna: I'll be dead. It won't matter.
Dean: Knowing what we've been doing, you'll probably be in Hell. And if you go to Hell, you'll become a demon. And when you come back, it -will- matter.
Anna: If, if if. Right now? I'm alive. Quit obsessing over "if" Dean.
Dean: I have to. I have to look at all the ifs, ands or buts, because if I don't someone gets killed. I can't lose anyone else. I won't be able to handle it.
Anna: How do you know with absolute certainty that you're going to lose me, Dean?
Dean: Because in the end, that's what happens. I lose everyone, no matter how much I try to protect them. I can't control the when, but I can at least try to control the how.
Anna: *steps in close, takes his face in her hands and brushes a light kiss against his lips before closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his* Maybe, just maybe this is part of God's plan for me. I can't explain it, Dean, but... I can feel that this is where I'm supposed to be.
Dean: God's plan is crap. No offense meant to you Anna, but don't drag him into this.
Anna: What about Chuck? He knew who I was, and the way he looked at us, Dean... he saw something. I don't know what, but... it means something. I think this is my destiny.
Dean: Destiny's bullshit on top of that. We make our own choices, Anna. No one makes them for us. And if you don't leave on your own, sooner or later we're going to leave you.
Anna: Alright, Dean. I'm sorry for screwing up your battle plans. *sullen, starting to cry, walks away*
Dean: *grits his jaw, thinks about telling her otherwise, but decides against it, and lets her go*
Anna: *pauses, turns back* If I ever become a demon, I want you to kill me.
Dean: *swallows at that* Anna --
Anna: I mean it, Dean. I don't want to hurt you or Sammy.
Dean: *quietly* In order for us to know it was you, you'd have to remember who you were.
Anna: Tell Sam I went for a walk and not to wait up for me. *tears streaming down her cheeks, turns again to start walking* ...I'm sorry, Dean. For everything.
Dean: *doesn't respond, just looks down at his hands*
Anna: You- You'll find someone stronger-- who'll actually listen to you. She'll be-- be perfect. And you'll be happy, and that's all I ask from God. *falls to her knees sobbing*
Dean: *doesn't move just stay where he is* I don't care about all that. I just want you to be safe.
Anna: I just want you to find someone you can love and be happy with. I- I think I'm meant to be alone.
Dean: No you're not. I just can't have that right now. I can't love -anyone- right now.
Anna: *shakes her head, hugging herself and looking at the ground* ...Maybe this is what Chuck saw. I'm sorry, Dean. For upsetting you and not-- not listening.
Dean: You don't have anything to be sorry about.
Anna: *back still turned to him* Yeah, I do. *long pause, looks back at him over her shoulder, still crying* Do you-- regret it? All of it?
Dean: *shakes his head* No.
Anna: Why not? You were miserable.
Dean: I didn't say that. You weren't what was making me unhappy.
Anna: I wasn't exactly making you h-happy, either.
Dean: That wasn't your fault. I don't think anything could make me happy right now. I have too many things to worry about.
Anna: I tried so hard, Dean. I'm sorry I couldn't be good enough.
Dean: It wasn't -- it wasn't anything to do with you, kid. It's just -- the timing wasn't right?
Anna: ...Damnit, I told you to stop calling me that.
Dean: *slight look that could be a smirk*
Anna: *starts sobbing again*
Dean: *and feels more like crap, but doesn't know what else to say*
Anna: Just-- just be careful who you--- you--- *can barely bring herself to say it* be careful who you-- you-- sleep with, okay? You never know who's got what nowadays.
Dean: *tilts his head towards her* Why do you even care about that?
Anna: Because, I care about you.
Dean: *runs a hand over his face* Trust me, sex is the last thing on my mind.
Anna: *quietly* I-- I need to go for a-- a-- a walk. Tell Sam I'll be by the room later...
Dean: Okay.
Anna: You two stay out of trouble while I'm gone. *slowly gets to her feet, whispers mostly to herself* Goodbye, Dean.
Dean: *watches her go with a nod*