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[revenge is supernatural] I'm busy in the blissful unaware

Dean knows when he's been whammied, a lot of the time Most of the time, actually.

Well, seventy-five percent of the time.

He used to be able to tell when he's being whammied. Then he started to work for Fringe Divison, and that percentage went down quite a bit. There were ways of being whammied that he hadn't even thought of and he was doing his best to distinguish between the two. He had thought he was doing pretty well with all of it. At least, until he walked into his hotel room after having drinks with Anna and found Azazel standing there.

Then he promptly proceeded to flip the fuck out.

First of all, he wasn't sure how he got in there. He might have been seventy-five percent out of the game, but he still salted all his doors and windows, so this was very much a no demon zone. Follow that up with the fact that he shot Azazel, right in the heart, three years ago, Dean was starting to wonder if his and Sam stopping the Apocalpyse had gone a little screwy. If it did, Dean's life was about to start seriously sucking. Then there was a struggle, some confusion, and then Dean passed out like a whimpy girl for a reason he wasn't sure about. He knew what he saw. But Dean wasn't exactly trusting his eyes at the moment.

As Dean started to come to, he rolled into a sitting position and glanced around. He was still in his hotel room, but his head hurt like a bitch and ... well, there was a giant Sam doppleganger sitting in the other end of the room. Dean clearly hit his head harder than he thought, or Walter slipped him the happy drugs again. Either way, Dean was pretty sure he was fucked.

" ... This is ... new."

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He made the turn, managing not to fish-tale as his sports car kept up the fast turn reputation that he got it for.

"Yeah, she never liked being upsurpred from what she was doing." He looked at his brother. "So how are things going between you two?"

He shrugged. "We're not at each other's throats. Friends, I guess. I mean, I'm still in Boston, so it's not like we see each other all the time."

"Well, not at each other's throats is a good step."

He smiled a bit, then took a deep breath. "She know about what happened to me?"

"About you goin' to Hell? Yeah. I sent her that letter."

"She is so going to shoot me," Sam muttered softly as he kept driving.

"I'll make sure she doesn't shoot you."

"I'm still waiting on the verdict on if you're going to shoot me." Sam looked at Dean.

"Haven't made up my mind yet." It wasn't really all that clear whether he was joking or not.

Sam nodded. "Well, let me know when the jury has reached a verdict."

And they were almost there. Sam drives fast!

"Will do," Dean sighed, before tapping on the window. "It's right up here."

He found them a parking spot and turned the car off. "You want to go to the door and I'll do a sweep of the area?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. She's in 301 if you don't find anything."

"I'll find you two."

And he was off. Because he really wasn't sure he was ready to talk with Anna just yet and needed to gather a bit of courage.

Dean made his way up the stairs and pounded on Anna's door, trying to get her attention. He hoped he wasn't already too late, but he could feel the tightening in his gut, telling him he already was.

"Anna? Open up."

After pulling a double without any sleep, a shower seemed like a slice of heaven. And as per usual, when she got ready for her shower she had her I-Pod docked into the speaker on the counter for some music.

She was halfway through Sara Bareilles' Fairytale when Dean began pounding on her door. Unfortunately for him, though, Anna's singing in the shower drowned out all the outside noise and she didn't respond.

He pressed his ear to the door, trying to figure out if he heard any movement inside, before his impatience got the better of him, and he was tempted to kick the door down.

He didn't.

Instead, he reached for his lock-picking kit, slowly easing the door open, and going for his gun as he made his way inside.

Just as Dean opened the door, the water in her shower shut off and then the music did as well. Anna wrapped a towel loosely around her frame and wrung out her hair.
Then she heard one of her cats growling. Then hissing. And that's when she could feel that someone was surely in her apartment. So, as any good cop or hunter did? She grabbed a gun from its hiding spot in her cabinet and quietly opened the bathroom door.

Dean had his gun out and was moving through the entrance to her apartment. He saw the bathroom door open, and made his way closer, before deciding to speak up so that he didn't get shot.

"Anna?"

As Dean spoke, Anna flew out of her bathroom, gun pointing straight at Dean. Once she registered that it was only him, she lowered her weapon and set it on the hall table.

"Dean?"

Dean just held a finger to his lips as he continued to make his way through the apartment, gun still held out in front of him. He wasn't sure the coast was clear yet, and he wasn't going to relax until he was.

Staring at him like he was crazy, Anna picked up her gun again and followed him from room to room until they ended up in her bedroom. Opening the drawer in her nightstand, she put the gun away and cleared her throat.

"Dean?"

"Sorry," he sighed, reaching back behind him to slip the gun away under his shirt. "I got dosed by a djinn at the restaurant, and I wanted to make sure they didn't come after you too."

"A djinn? What the Hell are they doin' in Manhattan?" Frowning, she got on her tiptoes and checked him over to make sure he was okay. She gently turned his head before lowering her hand and stepping back awkwardly.

"Are you okay?"

"Payback, apparently. I think I axed someone close to them a few years back. And from what I've been told, they can pass for human now."

Which, if you could tell from his tone, was really fucking not good.

"I'm fine. I managed to get dosed with the antidote in time."

"Well, shit." Because, really, did she need to say anything more on the subject?

And then it dawned on her. "...Who gave you the antidote?"

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