::Annie:: Don't Stop Believing

[Annabeth Halie Smith]

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This surly would be one strange relationship they had going on here. Annie liked being out for herself. Sure it sucked and she really did hate it with every bone in her body, but it was a life she made herself love. She cut everyone off, allowing herself total freedom. There were no worries in her life. No one cared for her, so no one would miss her when she was found dead. She cared for no one, so nothing could hurt her, no thing could take someone she loved away from her. She loved her knives, and if you take one away she had many more stashed. There was always a knife available. Anyway you cant kill a knife... its kinda already dead, anyway if it's destroyed there's one in a store waiting to be stolen, thats so much better. So she liked her life. Sure she had no one to talk to and when she was frighten, she had to find skills to get over it. It would have been nice to let her guard down for once. But it was just hard. Too hard.

With Sam it was almost easy to let go. Sure she was freaking out, but she felt safe with him. Almost like a father figure... yet more or less like a brother. Yet there was more too it. She would never admit this to herself, let alone say it out loud, but she really liked Sam. Like really liked him. He was super old sure, but she liked him. First crush material maybe. But she'd never let herself take her feelings any where. She'd lock them up and stab them over and over again until they died. It was just her nature. She cant trust anyone. She had trusted her parents, loved her parents, and they went and died on her leaving her with nothing but a backpack and no place to go. No one to take her in. no one to help her to look for her to find her. Just died. After that you learn no one is gonna be there for you.... shit you even let yourself down.

She can count on her own hand how many times she let herself down, b not getting enough sleep, getting hurt, doing something childish. The stupid stuff she regrets and remembers. Like that one time she was caught for stealing, she was taken to a juvenile detention center, her parents were never found she was placed in foster care where she ran away. There was another time where she was staying with a hunter friend, who had left the business, whom had a family. She was staying with them for they agreed to take her in, they of course made her go to school she went, got into a fight and before she could get expelled she too ran away. Once again burning another bridge, hurting some good people. She thinks about them sometimes, they were likely worried sick about her. But whatever. It was for the best. Any which way life was hard, and the best a person can do is live. She was not living very well, but she was doing the best she knew how. At least she could protect herself from the hands of dirty old homeless men.

"Duh! That's kinda the point...." Annie added, talking over him as he went about saying some alternative names. "Anyway I might have to take that as an insult." Annie said crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a glare. "Smith is my last name after all." Annie said with a little attitude thrown in. Her real last name, probably not, but it was the only name she ever knew. Annabeth Halie Smith. Of course she only went by Annie, sometimes Halie, never Annabeth. To tell someone her real name... it was just too personal. Ya know? It was like giving out a part of herself, and if there was one thing she wanted to keep to herself was her full name. Anyway it's really the only thing she had left from her parents... besides an old beat up backpack and a few knifes. The rest was what she stole.

"Who cares if others will get it. It's not for them to get anyway." Annie said rolling her eyes, and then she sort of got a little pissy. She was not too sure why, or what triggered it. But she just felt like being a brat, so she jogged off, she knew Sam was behind her. She made sure to go slow enough for him to keep up, but fast enough that he could not longer talk to her. She was too far ahead, so he'd have to yell, and that would be unlike him, to yell stuff out like that at night.

It was not that long of a jog. A couple minutes really, but they ended up at a rock wall, or what looked like a rock wall. She climbed up a bit. As she did she took of her knife wheel on her back and dropped it, before she too literally disappearing into the rocks. She just fell, it was like she was walking and then nothing. Gone. There was a little hidden space, that opened to a small cave, big enough for Annie to stand up in and move around a bit, but not much bigger. It was a hole in the rocks really, she had to jump down to get into the cave, and climb up to get out. Sam would never be able to fit, he might step and his leg might fall through, but thats about all that would fit. Annie had to squeeze herself down between the rocks, god forbid she gain a few pounds and she'd never fit. But this was temporary. Once she was in her little safe cave like place, she sat down on an old sleeping back that was a bit damp from sitting in the not so dry cave. She had tow pairs of clothing, apart from what she had on now. She quickly changed into a pair of tight jeans, with a hole in the knee, and a black tank top, it was a size too small, and it was clear it was too small. But that's really all she had. The other shirt she had was a large sweat shirt a few sizes to big, and that covered her up too much if she were gonna get a tattoo, she'd need the skin to show... though she still had no idea where her little thing was gonna go. Over her heart seemed like the best idea... but if she was in a not so great situation, her hands would be at her back right... maybe she needed to get it as a tramp stamp. Then she could always reach it, no one would tie her hands in the front... and... it might help her image? Or make her look like a slut... which might not be so bad?

Annie while she was here, gathered up all her stuff and shoved it into her backpack. With a toss she was able to throw her backpack with landed on the rocks above with a loud thunk and a clatter, clearly her knifes were rattled in the toss. Next came her rolled up sleeping bag, it too was tossed in the air and fell rolling down the side of the rock wall, until it hit the grass below. Annie then climbed the wall, and stuck her little hand out of the hole, pulling herself through. It was a tight fit, and it was so much easier going in then coming out. She had to lift her self out with only her hands really. But she always manged, It might take her a try or two, but she always got it alright.

It did not take long but she squeezed on through her head looking out seeing Sam, she did not smile at him, only kinda glared. If he tried to help her she'd of course make herself fall back into the cave and wait for him to go away. But she manged to pull herself to her hips, the hardest part. She pushed and out she came, She sat down and lifted her feet out from there. Before she got up and went over to Sam, she dug around in her back pack and started attaching some of her knives to her body. That was the worst part about this place, she could not fit though that hole with anything but her clothing. She strapped a few to her legs, and put a little tinny home made one under a sweat band she wore around her wrist. But with this outfit, that's all she could hide. It was at least better then nothing. She swung her back pack over a shoulder before jumping up and hopping down back to where her sleeping bag was. It was time to move on anyway. She was sure with her new tattoo that was a bad dirty place to be, and last thing she'd need was an infection. Maybe Sam would be kind enough and buy her a hotel room for a night or two.

"Ready" She said as she hit the grass, Annie pulled her shirt down as far as she dared to pull it, any further and it would touch the top of her jeans, but then her bra would be out and about. And she'd much rather have a bit of her stomach showing then her bra. At least this was more acceptable. Though she'd much rather have it all covered. But that involved money. Money she did not have. Every now and again she'd break into the donation box and steal some stuff, leaving her old stuff that she grew out of. But she had not seen one of those boxes in a while now. At least she was back to her self, she had pushed that whole exchange out of her mind, that made her a bit pissy in the first place. And she was over it. She was still not so sure what got her all winded up but the girlfriend word kept swimming in her head. She kept blocking it out it, but it bugged her to no end. Now did it bug her because he was dating someone? Or did it bug her because that made him an easy target or what? She did not want to think about it, that only made her mad.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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He quirked an eyebrow with a chuckle. "Do you even know your real last name?" He asked with a soft smile. "And no I don't mean that as an insult...I'm just curious. I know that a lot of children who were raised in the life went by so many different names that they never knew the one they had been born as." He stated before realizing what he had said and throwing in there quickly. "Not that I am calling you a child." He told her with a wink before continuing, figuring he should explain before she got all pissed off again.

He had forgotten how bi-polar teenagers could be.

"My brother and I were raised in the life which I know you are aware of. However I was six months old when my dad started hunting full time...my brother was 4 or 5...I can't remember but anyway, my brother had memories from before…I never have. So I know that me personally, had we not always been Winchester…I probably wouldn’t have ever known what my real last name was. The only reason my father never made us use different last names was because he was too focused on finding the demon that killed our mother to care about things like that. Other hunters taught us stuff like that until we got old enough to where we had to start thinking of things like that. By that time our father realized it too and sort of went with it.” He stated, shaking his head at how little security had been back then.

“Also back then things weren’t looked into as much as they are now. There weren’t computer systems tracking things like there are now. Social Security numbers weren’t looked at as closely and they didn’t run credit checks for everything. It’s a whole new world and unfortunately it’s made being a hunter just that much more difficult because we have to be careful of not only the real world out there, but also the demons that we hunt.” He stated before realizing he went off on a huge tangent about nothing in particular. He really needed to stop doing that or else he should at least go to school to be a teacher instead of a lawyer. Teachers did that shit all the time and it drove the whole class crazy. At least if he became a teacher he would get paid to bore people to tears.

He was surprised when Annie sort of got an attitude and just bolted, though he jogged after her. He kept his distance not wanting her to feel threatened and straight up run away but kept her in sight so that she wouldn't get away. Something was still going on with her and while sure he could joke and pretend he had forgotten...he hadn't. He knew she was afraid of something and he was going to make damn sure that whatever it was didn't hurt her. Yes, he was a protective man…especially over those he cared about.

He knew damn well that tonight was going to end one of two ways. Either way he was taking this kid to get a tattoo. Yes, he was sure his mother was rolling over in her grave thinking about what a horrible influence her younger son was. Maybe, he didn’t know since he had never truly met his mother. She had died when he was six months old and that was much too young to really make memories of her other than certain things. He hadn’t even known until a few years ago that it was his brother that had carried him out of the house when it went up into flames when his mother had been killed.

Anyway, so this night was going to end one of two ways. It was going to end up with him dragging Annie back to the hotel with him and forcing her to stay put until he could figure out something else to do with her. He thought about having her stay with Sarah but with Annie’s reaction to his comment about his girlfriend (he didn’t know why she had reacted like that but whatever) he thought that it was probably not the best idea. Then again taking her back to the hotel where Dean could walk in and freak her the hell out at any moment was probably not the best idea either. Also it would look really bad for a 26 year old to be taking a 14 year old back to his hotel. Jesus he sounded like a dirty old man! Shaking his head he continued to jog after the 14 year old, thinking to himself that he really needed to figure out what was going on with her.

So the other way that this night was going to end was Annie was going to get pissed off and bolt the first time his back was turned. He really wanted to avoid that as he had a feeling something big was going on and he wanted to make sure she was okay. He had always been protective of those that he helped but this was even more so. The only person that he felt more protective of than Annie was Sarah and Dean…and even with Dean he knew damn well his older brother could take care of himself. So could Sarah but he was in love with Sarah and she was his girl which automatically meant that he was going to be crazy over protective.

He finally caught up to her and was grateful he had kept a slow gait as Annie had clearly just finished changing. He noted that her clothes were a little small for her and briefly thought that Sarah might have some old clothing that Annie could have. He made a mental note to ask Sarah and then to talk to Dean eventually and ask about Lisa if she had any old clothing that she didn’t wear. Both women were small and while their clothing might be a bit big on Annie, it’d be better than too small.

“Let’s get going then.” He told her, leading the way to the local Kinkos. “Alright so I’ll use Smith.” He told her, holding up his phone. “Smile for the camera.” He didn’t wait for her to smile and instead took a picture. Looking at it he chuckled. “Looks like every other drivers license picture.” He told her with a laugh before moving towards the shop, making his way inside so that he could make their fake IDs.

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Tag:: Annie Smith
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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[Annabeth Halie Smith]

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"Turn up your hearing aid old man." Annie fired back not missing a beat, she even talked over him a bit and missed the last bit about not being a child or something. She only really herd child. "I just told you my real last name." Annie said determined to get the last word, at least for now, for a little while. But Sam of course had to offer some kind of old man advice. Her last name was Smith, born, given whatever. She had no record of her birth, she literally did not exists. God forbid she got taken into custody, she'd give a fake name, and when she got arrested again a new name was given. She was always and forever a first offender. When no one came to claim her she was given to the state, and foster home after foster home she'd run away from. She was wanted in most of the west cost states. Then again she was older now and looked different so she might not get caught. That was the best thing about aging.

What did he know anyway? He had a brother a father to be there with him. Annie had nothing. You know how hard it is to just walk ANYWHERE without a parent now a days and not get stopped by someone asking about something or other. Dang. It was different time. You cant just go anywhere alone. You had to have someone with you. A lone girl in a mall was a big old red flag. Back in the day he could just walk off and no one would care right? But now, you step outside and your gonna get a whole lot of side way looks, especial if your young pretty and alone.

"Erg! Whatever!" Annie added, again last word material, and off she went. If she ran far enough ahead and could not hear any of his comments, she'd be good to go. In her mind at least. So long as she put on he head phones and did not hear the words, she got the last word kind of deal, even if the other person is chatting away and you can see their lips moving. It does not matter she does not hear them, she got the last word. So she made sure to keep a distance, which Sam seemed to understand and stand back.

"Kay." Annie said reaching up to fix her hair a bit, he held out a camera and said to smile, she gave him a pretty skeptical look, but there was the flash. "The hell was that for?" Annie asked her brow pulled in, in anger. That was totally unnecessary. Sure she knew it was for the picture on her photo ID, but the comment was more towards the flash and the quickness of it. He could of at least waited thirteen seconds before he took the dang thing and made her eyes go all crazy with seeing the bubble of light. Effecting her eyesight, stupid stupid stupid. Now if anything were to happen, she'd be fucked. At least she still had her ears, but they were only good for one thing really. Eyes did a heck of a lot more. If she had to pick she'd give her ears away over her eyes, her taste would go first, smell second, her ears then eyes, and last her touch. As much as she'd like to give her sense of touch away, it came in handy on more then one level, it did so much more. She needed it more then the rest. But still now she had to spend the next ten minutes blinking away the dang light bubbles in her vision. Which only made her cross her arm, her backpack over her back, as she followed behind Sam, not saying much if anything at all.

In they went to this store. Sam went right off to the computers, Annie hung back by the door looking at various pads of paper and colorful pens. She grabbed a few and tossed them in a basket she had picked up. She walked around the font of the store for a few minutes checking out where all the cameras were and what not, and once she got a good grasp on where the blind spots were she'd causally walk though a blind spot slip one or two things in that ratty old backpack of hers before as she walked. Just walked, totally easy going. She still had quite a few things in her basket so by looking at it, you could not tell if anything at all went missing. She only put one pad of paper and a set of gel pens in her bag, the rest was in her little basket. She made her way over to Sam her basket full of wonders, which she placed on a desk next to Sams little work station and started to pull things out one by one examining them, most of these items she'd never seen before. So she wanted to read the back and see what they were while Sam made an ID, she was only half paying attention to him and what he was doing. She'd been making school ID's for a while now, a Drivers licensing should be easy, those New York ones are practically paper. She would know she used to live there for a time, and used to steal her foster sisters one all the time.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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He rolled his eyes. God was he this annoying when he was a teenager? No, he knew he wasn't...but he clearly remembered Dean as a teenager and good god if he could deal with his brother he could deal with Annie. Like he had said, she amused him for some reason and while normally this would be cause for concern, he found that he didn't mind it. "Just because I need a hip replacement soon doesn't mean I'm an old man." He told her with a smirk. He could easily joke about being an old man since he felt as if he had lived more than a few life times...which technically he had since he had died more than once.

He smirked when she got annoyed at the flash. "It was a picture." He spoke as if she was three before giving her a fond smile. "I've found that no driver’s license pictures are good. The ones that they take at the DMV...about the same as a mug shot. So candid’s are better because everyone knows the DMV won't let you take them over again whether you hate the picture or not. Even found out the hard way that even if you lose your license? They just print out another one. Won't take another picture." He told her, knowing damn well that she didn't give two shits. He didn't care though, it amused him.

He walked towards the store, going directly to the copier. He thanked his lucky stars that he was a large man because it made sure that no one bothered him. If you didn’t know him apparently he was intimidating since he was tall, large, built and could easily have a pissed off look on his face according to what Dean had told him more than once. It amused him since Dean was only a few inches shorter than him and yet most people called him short and small compared to Sam…and Sam was the younger one! He knew it was ridiculous but oh well. Sam was quick and efficient, making copies of the correct documents before going over to the lamination machine and making it look real. “Annie.” He called under his breath. “Come here and sign this.” He told her once she had reached him. He could have forged it but he knew how different women and men’s signatures were and figured it would be best if she signed it.

Once he had her signature he turned back to the lamination machine. He figured he’d be a freak and forge two signatures on there to agree that she would be an organ donor. He doubted she would find it amusing but he had done it to Dean once and it had been amusing to see his reaction. He wasn’t sure why but hearing the words ‘Damnit Sammy, no one’s going to want my organs! Especially my liver! Hello, it’s a miracle I’m not dead from all the damn alcohol I’ve drank over the years. Damn!’ was still to this day imprinted in his mind.

“Alright, you’re good to go.” He told her, walking over and not really paying attention to what she was looking at, instead sliding the ID in his pocket. He quickly made a few copies of mindless documents and went to pay for them. He had learned the hard way that if you did something at the copy machine and didn’t pay for something, they got pissy. He also had an old fake diploma that he had laminated while making her ID so that he could pay for that as well. All their bases were covered as he’d made his own with the same last name while he was over as well. “Ready to go?” He asked her, tilting one eyebrow at her.

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Tag:: Annie Smith
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: My plan at work on Saturday is to watch some Supernatural to get back into Sam’s dead…I’m really struggling with him.

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[Annabeth Halie Smith]

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At the sound of hip replacement, that ended it. And Annie's mouth fell open and in mock shock. "No!" She said catching on at the joke, but going along with it anyway. Old man got jokes... she liked that. Funny guy indeed. And with that she laughed, it was a hardy laugh really, one that would not win her any kind of cute award, a throw your head back and laugh kind of laugh. But it was hers, and it was funny in its own way. It was just one of the many laughs she has. She was just not expecting that joke to come from Sam's mouth, and it amused her. It Amused her greatly.

"At least THEY warn a girl! Dang!" Annie said blinking away the spots but for everyone she blinked away three more replaced it. Dang.. it was like a freaking nightmare. Stupid spots, and of course Annie grabbed the nearest item she could gather sticky little fingers on, and launched it right at Sam's head. She could hardly see, so who knew if it hit him or not, she herd it make contact with something, but it could have been the floor, but it sounded about right. Sam was close and with him taking, she could guess where he was pretty easy, anyway it was near perfect conditions to throwing things, no wind, no moving target.... just standing right there, and even with the dang bubbles of light blocking some of her vision, it was slowly coming back, and she noticed she threw a pack of paper clips at him. It was a nice hard plastic case filled with colorful paper clips, but served him right. Stupid dummy head guy.

Making her way over to Sam, she pulled out a pen, one she had opened in the store, and discarded the packaging in the trash while she walked thorough a blind spot. It was purple but would sign black. It was the nicest pen she'd held in a while, and she was rather found of the sparkles. Not that it would help her any, if anything it would give her away, but she figured she'd keep it for a while, and ditch it if it got to be a problem with the sparkles and all. She checked the front to see what name he put as her official name, and signed the card with Annie, not her full name, just Annie. That suited her just fine. Annie Smith, it was a real...fake ID. It was all the right information just an age boost really. And apparently now she can drive... With an adult in the car or whatever... stupid vertical ID's and all that jaz. But hey.... it worked. And this was the next best thing, she'd have to wait until she was at least 17 or 18 before she got that over 21 card. But until then this would do just fine.

As for the organ donor thing.... she could care less. If something good came out of her death so be it. It's not like she's gonna need it once she's dead. But that does pose a question... if her organs are used, and she is brought back from the dead.... would she be well alive... in a body with little to no organs, or would she die all over... like once she's reaches her organ-less body would she die again or what? It was a puzzling though, but whatever. It's nothing she was gonna lose sleep over.

Sam left her by her basket of things, and she dug around it for a moment looking for anything she might want, and there was really nothing left. Everything she wanted that might be of use was in her backpack. So she was set, she just left her basket of things, and went to the counter with Sam. At least now that old guy behind the counter might have something to do, rather then sit there and look like he's trying to not kill himself. It was busy work putting all that crap back, but it would be something to do.

After Sam slipped his wallet away, Annie bounced off, and out the door waiting for Sam on the outside. She had taken all the stickers off her things, so no alarm or anything. Clean get away. Stealing was so easy now a days, so long as you did your homework. And she did her's alright. It was as simple as finding the blind spots, and being quick about it. Anyway she could always cry when asked. She'd ALWAYS come clean if asked.... that way they did not search her, for if they did and found her with a bunch of knives it would be back to the psych hospital for her, and that was a bitch to break out of.... and with all her stuff nearly impossible. But she always managed.... assuming the cops did not keep a bunch of her crap. That's generally why she keep all her things in a hole or in a tree some place where no one would touch it, rather then with her.... and if she's stealing things, almost everything is left at 'home' wherever home might be that night. Again you just never know if your gonna get searched and if you are, and your a 14 year old girl with a collect of knives and some other odd items... bad things happen and weird questions are asked.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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He wasn't sure what was going on with this kid but she seemed antsy. She clearly didn't trust him to keep his word which was one of the reasons he would make sure that he did. Apparently she didn't find him nearly as entertaining as he found himself but he had experience with that. His brother often found himself highly amusing while Sam simply rolled his eyes. Apparently he was more like his brother than he wanted to admit which he decided to push back to the deepest recesses of his mind until he couldn't ignore it anymore.

Denial was a way of life as far as he was concerned.

He snickered when she got affronted because he had taken a candid picture of her instead of warranting her. Come on, that was funny. He had also learned from the experience over the years that candies made better fakes than the typical posed ones. He had never seen a good drivers license photo. Ever. Even the most beautiful woman could not make a drivers license photo look good and if the photo looked too decent people questioned it. He had met a few female hunters in his day and it was something that they had passed on to him knowledge wise.

Feeling something hit his head he shot her a glare though he couldn't keep it up for more than a few seconds before he let out a chuckle. "I like you kid." He told her, making sure to put emphasis on the kid and shooting her a wink. He usually didn't interact with people under twenty being in his line of business however he found her easy to be around. Maybe it was because she reminded him of himself at her age, all rebellious (only towards his father as he wanted more than just to hunt for the rest of his life) and world hardened.

He chuckled when Annie walked out with a bunch of stuff that she had stolen. He knew he should give her shit about it but really, who was he to say anything? He may not run credit card scams like Dean and John did but that didn't mean that he was the most honest about making money either. He did tend to do more day jobs than Dean did as he didn't like to feel like a thief but there were times that hunting just didn't let him do that so he did what he had to do to get by.

He made his way outside and smirked. "Purple sparkly pen huh? You never cease to amaze me in the few times I've met you." He told her, chuckling before motioning to the road where his car was waiting for them. "Let's put your stuff in here and then head to the tattoo parlor." He told her, wanting to grab his own fake id that he had with the last name Smith. He was originally going to have another one made but figured it was pointless since he already had one with the last name. He quickly opened the car to his newer model Dodge Charger and pulled his id out of the glove box, opening the backseat so Annie could put her stuff in.

"Ready?" He asked her, not waiting for an answer as he locked the car and started making his way towards the tattoo parlor that he knew from experience specialized in vervain ink. She was going to be protected in any way possible that he could think of...though he might not tell her that part cause knowing her she would throw a fit about it.

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Tag:: Annie Smith
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: Finally started this! Sorry it took so long!!!

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