[Anna Milton]

The whispers… they were so loud now. What did they want? Why could she hear them? “Dean Winchester is saved!” That was the first thing she heard and ever since then she could hear the angles talking about this Dean or a Sam. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she rocked back and forth, her hands clutching her head tightly. The medicine wasn’t working like the doctors promised! She could still hear the voices and now they were louder! So much louder than before! "Sam! Dean!" “NO!” Anna screamed, her voice muffled by the padding that encompassed the room.

Although her screams didn’t go unheard, a few orderly opened the door to her room and as they approached her, Anna crawled back to the wall. Her breathing increased; she was afraid, confused, scared… all these emotions were bottled up over the last few days and now, like a fire on a dry prairie, her emotions erupted in a fit of tears and screams. When one of the orderly pulled a syringe from behind his back and approached her, Anna let out a soft whimper of fear. "No please… you have to believe me. The angles! I can hear them!” Anna begged, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to get further away, but was stopped by the plush white wall behind her.

When one of the other orderly grabbed her, Anna flung her other arm at him; sending him flying across the room and against the padded walls. Almost immediately after that the other orderly grabbed a hold of her, but Anna continued to struggle against them until more rushed into the room. Anna didn’t even feel the needle enter her skin, but she started feeling the effects of the sedative almost immediately. Her head rolled back as it began to spin until finally, her vision faded and she passed out on the floor of her room. The orderly picked her up gently and laid her on the bed before leaving the room, locking the door behind them.

Anna’s brown eyes slowly opened a couple hours later, her vision still a bit blurry from the effects of the drug. The angel voices were gone… which was definitely a God send, but in this state of mind the only thing she wanted to do was lie here. Which was a problem all in itself because the more she stared at the white ceiling, the more she thought about how screwed up her life was now. Why was this happening to her? What did she do to God to deserve this kind of punishment? Her entire life was flipped upside down; she lost all her friends, her parents wouldn’t speak to her, she was constantly being fed medicine that didn’t work. When would anyone understand? But no, to them she was insane. And now, Anna truly believed she was.

The door to her room opened, but Anna remained still. Her red hair was fanned out beneath her head and was a striking contrast to her white clothing and the rest of the padded room. Who would want to visit her? As far as the orderly were concerned, she was better off drugged up and left to lie around like a vegetable. Another tear rolled down her cheek and Anna did nothing to wipe it away.

[Dean Winchester]

"You know, I could use some pie. We finish this... we get pie," Dean says as he leans back into the driver's seat of the Impala, all the while with his turned to look at his brother in the passenger seat. Talk about getting back all the good stuff, his Baby's purring beneath him, he's got a to-go cup of coffee and the world's right again. Especially because Sam is Bitchfacing again.

And cue sigh.

"Dude, if Cas says there's a problem with this girl, the least we could do is go in, take a look, and, you know, try and see if it's a job. Otherwise, what's the point of him poppin' in and looking all constipated?" He offers Sam a grin even as he sips on his coffee, the hot liquid soothing his jangled nerves and waking him up just a little. After all, it's not everyday they've got to walk into a looney bin. A looney bin that's just across the street.

Awesome. Yep, he's on a mission from God. Or, you know, an Angel.

It all started the night before, when Dean was sleeping and Mr. No-Boundaries himself popped right the hell into his dream, ruining what would have been a spectacular fight between Charles Bronson and Chuck Norris. Dean put money down on that one... well okay, in his dream he did. But in that little interlude before the Battle of the Awesome, Cas mentioned something about a girl being attacked by demons in a place upstate, and of course Dean heard two things. Girl. Demons. HE WAS IN. But little did he realize that the girl was batshit, until he stopped in front of the mental hospital.

That's why he's glancing down at the address again that he wrote down on waking up, because he's sure he got it wrong. But nope, it's right, plain as the huge nose on his brother's face.

"Alright, might as well get this over with. Best case scenario, she's batshit, didn't see any demons except for the ones in her own head. Worst case? Bring the holy water," he mutters even as he turned to get out of the car, the door opening with a creak, one that Dean makes a mental note to oil. Oh yeah, his baby's back in HIS possession again, time to take care of her like a Lady. "Cmon, the longer we sit here, the crazier she gets." With that he heads to the door of the place, his gun nestled at his back, a small flask of holy water in his inner jacket pocket.

He's ready.

[Sam Winchester]

This wasn't exactly the mission he had been planning to execute on his own, but since Dean was back, they had to start somewhere. He was a little leery, sitting here, thinking about everything that Dean had confided in him. Something about an angel of the lord, a man who had come down from God himself to bestow all these tasks for him to do because they needed him.

Honestly? Sam thought it was all bullshit, but he wasn't the one who had brought Dean back from Hell. If he wasn't the one to do it, then it had to be Bobby, and Bobby was no where as dumb and quick to become a martyr like the Winchester family was. Until that Castiel person came into play, there was no plausible explanation as to how Dean came back or why and Sam wasn't about ready to one-hundred percent believe some sort of angel had intervened into their lives.

"Yeah, fresh pie. Sounds good," Sam mumbled absentmindedly in the passenger seat of the Impala, his eyes busy looking elsewhere. Dean acted like himself, that was for damn sure, but this whole story about angels and God and being commanded out of Hell? It was pure crazy talk, and he wasn't the only one thinking that way. To Dean, everything was peachy keen and fine, but on the side he really believed he ought to call Bobby up for a little chat.

The very mention of this 'Cas' made him internally sigh, but he listened to Dean anyway. "I don't know, maybe he got something wrong. If he's an Angel, wouldn't he want to just help someone in general? Mental people see things all the time," he reasoned, uncomfortable shifting in his seat.

Not the best places to go, asylums and all, since most of the bad rep they received in the movies oddly turned out true when it came to the supernatural. Compared to the case he had all lined up, he didn't exactly feel like going to see this girl was entirely necessary, but he was willing to give it a chance. Why? Because he was a sucker for helping just about anyone, a mission from 'God' or not.

Stepping out of the car awkwardly, Sam fixed his jacket and slammed the car door shut. Oh, like he even noticed that the car was squeaking; a car was a car and he used it to get places, but he'd never say that out loud to Dean. Disrespecting his girlfriend? Now he may be psychic and all that, but who knows what the Hell this Castiel guy has given him under his belt.

"You know that crazier people can't get crazier, Dean," Sam huffed, walking to his brother's side on the other end of the car. "Did this... uh, this Cas say why she was crazy? You didn't exactly give me all the time in the world to even look up what we're dealing with."

[Dean Winchester]

Sometimes Dean has this feeling like Sam doesn't believe him about Cas. Call it a hunch, but there's this look Sam adopts when Cas comes up and yeah, okay... Dean thinks Sammy can shove it. He KNOWS Castiel is real and there's just nothing that Sam can do about it. If he were to dream about people, it wouldn't be a six foot tall angel with an apparent predilection for trenchcoats, no sense of humour and lots of scruff. Nope.

Then again, he wouldn't have ruined the Battle of the Awesome himself. Seriously. CMON!

Watching Sam unfold himself from the interior of the Impala, Dean simply smirks at his brother a moment before shaking his head in bemusement. Even when Sammy's not being intentionally funny, Dean's amused. Helps that they're in a looney-bin, because if Sam annoys him past the point he can cope, there's plenty of drugs inside that building that would take the edge off. The edge off Sammy. He's not above doping his brother, and that's been proven.

"Hey, watch the car," he chides Sam for that slam of the door, though, shooting Sam a quick but very dirty look as he eyed the Impala to make sure there weren't any signs of damage. Yep, so far, so good... he JUST buffed Her, after all. It is a love affair that eclipses time and space, a man and his Impala, and Sam just doesn't get it, obviously, if he's slamming doors left and right. That thought was enough to make him shoot his brother another annoyed look before turning away.

"Dude, you have to stop being so literal," Dean huffed back and then took off at a steady clip, moving into the building and through the first set of double doors. It was only when they were just inside a narrow hallway and steps away from the front desk did Dean turn to Sam and frown. "Cas says this chick is getting attacked by Demons. As in, more than one. One means weird, more than one? Somethin's up and I wanna know what." With that he's off, sweet talking the ladies at the front desk and like that, they know where Anna Milton is.

And it was only minutes later that they came to her room, and before they could go in, Dean stopped and held out an arm, stopping Sam. "Alright, no matter what's in there, we keep a level head, right? Right." With that, he thumbs off the safety from his gun, puts it into the little loops just inside his jacket, and then pushes the door open.

And there, on the bed, is a redhead, crying. And damn, Dean can't take crying chicks. "Uh, Sam? I think this is your department..." and he shoves his brother forward, all the while wearing an innocent smile as he awkwardly nods the girl's way. "Visiting time... you know, we're visiting. Say something to her, dude," he whispers at Sam, his mouth still wearing a smile even if he's talking out of the corner of it.

[Sam Winchester]

This really wasn't going to go well at all, was it?

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Sam took a good look around the surroundings before his eyes landed on the mental institution across the way. While Dean took the time to find all the amusement in the world about this place, he was wishing that he could have said no, that he could have told him that bringing up Cas alone could probably land him in the looney bin. Yeah, he's seen the demons, the shape-shifters, the vampires, the werewolves, but fallen angels?

Even for the guy who relatively believed in everything that was a stretch, let alone an angel who wanted to save Dean from Hell.

Ignoring his comment about the car, Sam fixed his tie and drew in a sharp breath of air. "I'm just being realistic here, Dean," he replied flatly while shooting a tiresome look to his brother. Following behind him regardless of his reluctance, he ducked his head as they entered the building and kept to himself, looked about the layout. Jaw tensing as his brother went about telling him why there were here, he looked the other way and huffed. Just being here in general gave him the heebie jeebies.

It wasn't long -- and it never was -- until Dean got the room number to an Anna Milton. Sure, on his own Sam could get information just fine with his puppy dog act, but Dean had always had this sort of charismatic charm that every woman in the world wagged their tongues over. He followed him, looking over his shoulder from time to time to see the room number, and before he carelessly opened the door, an arm pushed him back.

"A level head?" he asked, eyes squinting. "You do know who you're talking to, right?"

Hell, he was talking to a crazy person right now.

Opening the door, Sam was a little taken back by the... well, the crying woman on the bed. Blinking, he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Oh, but then when he decided to push him forward? "Dean!" he shouted in a whisper, clearly not prepared to take over the reigns for this one. It wasn't his mission, as Dean liked to put it, but Sam wiped away his pouting face and tried to look seemingly calm. "Miss Milton? Are you... Are you alright?"

[Anna Milton]

Anna’s tears continued to run down her face as she started up at the blankness of the ceiling, as if she was searching for some kind of relief from all this. But alas, there was none. She was alone now, her parents had abandoned her, her friends thought she was insane, and even none of the nurses want to be around her long. None of them would believe her! Why wouldn’t they believe that the apocalypse was coming and it had already begun? The angels wouldn’t lie, would they? No, they couldn’t. Anna shook her head, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand.

When her door opened, Anna shook her head again. She didn’t want any more medicine or sedatives; she just wanted to get out of this place; she wasn’t crazy, the voices were real! Her head rolled a bit to look towards the door, her brown eyes staring at… two men? They weren’t dressed in orderly or nurse clothes, so who were they and why were they here? When the man with the shorter hair spoke, her eyes instantly went to him. No one visits her; the last person who paid her a ‘visit’ ended up with a dresser in his face. Anna wasn’t sure how she did it even, but somehow it ended up like that. And ever since then she has been locked in this God forsaken padded room.

“Visiting?” Anna asked, laughing sadly. “Haven’t you heard? I’m crazy. No one wants to visit me.” Anna whispered, rolling over onto her side so her back was too them. The voices were starting again; their soft whispers echoing throughout her mind. Her hand moved up to her temple, rubbing it in a attempt to make the voices go away. It was foolish, because no matter what she did, she would always hear the angels. Her doctors told her that they weren’t angels speaking to her and that it was only a figure of her imagination, but that had to have been impossible. What the angels say… there was no way her mind could ever make something up like that. And what about all the strange things happening to her? Dressers flying across the room, lights dimming, taking multiple orderly to hold her down? How can you blame that on schizophrenia, like she was diagnosed with? There was a simple answer; you can’t.

“Dean.”[/I ] Anna’s back stiffened at the name that escaped from one of their lips. Despite it being a whisper, the padded room made it easier to hear… that and it being completely quiet. [i] “Dean Winchester is saved!” That familiar quote, the first thing that she ever heard within her mind and ever since that moment the voices haven’t stopped. Anna slowly rolled back over, her brown eyes going to both of them before she pulled herself up into a sitting position. When the longer haired man “Am I alright? Anna asked, one of her eyebrows rising. Did she look fricken alright? She was locked up in a God damn loony bin, hearing voices, and making weird shit happen. Was she alright? “Dean Winchester?” Anna finally asked, deciding it was best to ignore the question of how she was before she exploded in all the frustration that she has been bottling up inside. Her eyes darted from one to the other, “I heard someone say Dean, and I know it wasn’t the voices this time saying it…” Anna said slowly, her hands clenching to her bed nervously. One of them had to be him… they just had too…

[Dean Winchester]

Seriously, it shouldn't be this hard to spend time with his brother and not want to roll his eyes. Since when did that stick lodge itself that high up Sammy's ass? Turning to look back at his brother, he paused, that suit jacket settled back around Dean's form after putting his gun against the small of his back. It took everything in him not to say anything as he watched his brother put on his best bitch-face.

Then he thought… fuck it. "The only thing you're being is an old woman, Sammy. Loosen up or you're gonna pop a blood vessel," he says to his younger brother before once more turning away and this time, doesn't stop. He wasn't being stupid, though… his eyes were constantly looking for something out of place as they made their way from the car to the entrance, and not seeing anything out of of the ordinary, he figured… okay, the girl's probably a nut-job.

A nice change of pace, really, to be working with the insane rather than being the one thought to be batshit.

Yet, when they were finally standing in front of the room assigned to Anna Milton, of course Dean had to shoot a smirk over at his brother before pushing the door open. Yep, to him, this is gonna be a cakewalk, something to laugh over later, maybe even a joke about ten years down the road. Yep, something along the lines of 'hey Sammy, remember that hot chick who was insane? Yeah, I'm sure you do'. Dean's not above making his brother suffer a little… it's his job, along with making sure the kid's safe. And sane. "Yep, level head. She goes batshit, we're not gonna stick around… otherwise, we'll be caught inside here and I dunno about you, but I don't wanna spend the night." And cue a quick glance around because, yep, it's creepy as Hell in there.

Dean would know.

Though, when they actually got inside and the girl was crying, yep, Dean turned almost confused eyes onto his brother and all but wanted to flee. What guy wants to deal with a crying woman besides Sam? See? That's his thought process. To Dean, Sam does have that 'I'm a nice guy, don't cry' vibe going for him. Dean's the 'rock the Impala after getting blitzed' kind of guy. "What?" he whispers back and then glances over at the crying redhead before turning an charming, innocent face towards the girl, his eyes settling on her face…

Only to blink and look at her in some disbelief. "Uh, yeah? How d'ya know my name?" he asks her before glancing back at Sam and takes a step closer to her, all the while wishing he hadn't. Yep, there's times where he's a grade-A dumbass… and this is one of those times. He's still some distance away from where when he notices a few things.

She's sitting up, stopped crying…

And she's talking about voices. Yep. She's nuts.

"Voices?" he says aloud and then blinks. "Have you heard my name in your head?" he asks, and all the while he's thinking… GOOD GOD, this can't be happening.

[Sam Winchester]

Swallowing, Sam didn't exactly like lying to her... well, only because lying had gotten that much easier in his life that he didn't feel like filling up the sack with even more lies than he had to. Granted, he didn't know this woman and probably would never see her again after today should she prove herself to just be crazy, but he was still Sam. He still felt remorse and heavy with other people's burdens as his own, he wasn't...

His eyes found the floor. He wasn't a freak.

Sam would have said more, would have said that they don't believe that she was crazy -- wasn't that what this Cas person wanted them to say? -- but something else sort of pushed into first priority that he was almost taken back by shock. He didn't physically have enough time to react, for she was already spilling out the name of his brother. Yeah, first name didn't creep him out, but last name? Now Sam was beginning to realize that, crazy or not, Dean could have been right about this one.

"I said Dean," he murmured in disbelief before turning back to stare at his brother, totally unprepared for the outburst about the voices. Yeah, he should have expected it being in a mental institution, but the fact that these voices were saying Dean's name? That, before they even got a chance to introduce themselves as anything, she knew their real last name?

He lurched forward as if to stop Dean from stepping forward, but his hand retreated back to his side and waited. Following him in his ever-stupid ideas, Sam struggled to come up with something to say. "The voices have been saying his name to you? What have they been saying about him?" he quietly asked, though he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to know.

[Anna Milton]

Anna’s heart began to race when the man with the shorter hair took a step towards her, asking how she knew his name. She didn’t know what to say to him; it felt like she knew him so well after all the talks Anna had overheard from the angels. She probably wasn’t helping her case in trying to appear normal by just staring at him with a blank look, before she blinked a couple times and looked at the longer haired man. He had to be Sam then; the angels talked about him too except… they spoke different of him compared to Dean. They liked Dean.

The voices started again, her eyes losing a bit of focus as the angels’ whispers crawled within her mind. Anna’s hands gripped at her sheets tightly until the whispers finally faded away again; a soft sigh escaping her lips as she leaned forward. Anna felt sick; not eating for a day, barely having an hour of sleep the past two days, and being drugged up on pills that weren’t helping to do anything were finally taking their toll on her. Anna wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this; not that she was actually contemplating suicide, but instead was thinking of ways how she could get the hell out of here. But, being locked in a padded room with only one door that is locked almost 24/7, and having your food slid through a slot definitely made the thoughts of escape wither away as soon as they had popped in her head.

Anna regained a bit of focus, her eyes moving back to Dean as a smile lit up her exhausted features. “Dean? The Dean? It’s really you. Oh my god! The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but the angel Castiel pulled you out and now some think you can save us.” Anna exclaimed excitedly, slowly pushing herself to her feet. The overwhelming sensation of dizziness overcame her and she sat right back down, putting her head in her hands. “It all began on September 8th, ‘Dean Winchester has been saved!’ I heard it clear as a bell.” Anna wasn’t quite sure what the angels had meant by that at first, but the more she listened in, the more she learned. She actually wondered if the angels knew that she was listening to them… maybe that’s why they have been sending people to try and kill her? No, that wasn’t like God; he was merciful, like she read in the bible and her father preached every Sunday.

“Yes, I hear their voices in my head. The angels voices, that is.” Anna answered Dean first, her eyes moving over to Sam when he questioned her as well. “They say your name too, Sam Winchester.” Anna replied, her brown eyes moving from Sam’s to Deans’s. “They talk about you two all the time. Some of them think you can save us…” Anna repeated what she said earlier, her eyes moving back to Sam slowly as her smile faded. She took a deep breath before she continued. “… and some of them don’t like you at all.”Anna finished, her eyes lingering on Sam for a few seconds before she looked back at Dean, the smile from before returning on her face. “I feel like I know you guys! So rude of me not to introduce myself, I’m sorry, but my name is Anna Milton… which I guess you guys already knew that, huh?.”

[Dean Winchester]

Glancing back at his brother with a look that could only be described as 'fucking baffled' for the speech the girl gave, Dean blinked once and then blinked in astonishment again, this time at the girl because, honestly, he didn't think that this really was a job. He thought that Cas was putting him on busy work, because once he saw the nuthouse, it didn't make sense that this chick would really constitute anything Supernatural.

Yep, he's wrong. BIG TIME. He doesn't know what the hell's going on, but something definitely isn't right and Dean Winchester… really wants to know why Weepy McNutso knows his name.

"Yeah… I'm Dean…" he says slowly as if he's talking to a mentally deficient person before once more glancing back at his brother, shrugging once with a look of consternation just before the mention of Castiel has him jerking his head back to look at her. Eyes wide, he listens to her and then frowns. How in the hell did she know all of that? He'd only told Sam about Cas… no one else. And how in the hell did she get the date right? It was enough to creep him out and make his skin crawl… and he's a guy who once cut a vampire's head off with a table-saw. Iron stomach no more.

But then hearing her explanation? Okay, maybe she's suddenly not making much sense anymore. And really, he stopped listening the second she talked about angels not liking him or Sam. But there's the basic fact that she knows their real names and that, well, that's not exactly safe. Turned into Angel-radio or not, he doesn't know the truth, but it's not smart to have some chick know too much about them. Especially about Sam, where Dean's concerned.

"Right. Angels…" Dean says with a smirk even as he looks at his brother and mouths 'nutjob'. It's clear as the nose on his brother's face that this girl is definitely a few cold ones short of a six-pack… and no mistake. But it doesn't explain how she knew who the hell he was… or Sam. He doesn't' like that.

"Uh… yeah, we knew who you were courtesy of… well, Castiel. He kinda told me," and then he glances back at Sam like…. what now? He honestly thinks the girl's lost it and she may be psychic, but talking to Angels? He may be talking to one at night, in his dreams and when he's not around Sam, but… this girl? WHY HER? "He… okay, this is gonna sound nuts, but he said that some demons jumped you. You don't look messed up, so… unless he got his lines crossed, which I kinda doubt happens with Angels, then… Wanna fill us in?"

He wants to help her… does that make HIM nuts too?

[Sam Winchester]

This mission from God turned out to be a lot more than Sam had bargained for in the beginning. There was a difference between a woman being harassed by demons in her head, but when you add in the flare of the notion that she knew their names? Yeah, a lot of people knew the Winchesters, but then again, they knew a lot of people. Sam had never seen this woman in her life, and for her to know his brothers name? The fact that people talked about him in her head? Now he really wished he would have stuck with the plan from the beginning about the no-name demon from Baton Rouge.

Whatever was wrong with this girl, she looked positively terrible. He could have went straight to the administration for the lack of care for this woman, but he figured putting himself out there more than he already was was probably not a good idea. Especially if she was starting to talk about how they, too, talked about him. Sam Winchester. Angels.

No freaking way.

Now this loony girl was talking about the Angel Dean liked to call Castiel, and Sam was all for booking it. Maybe they both deserved to be in here, who knew, but now that she was talking about the made-up story Dean told him about the first day of seeing him after four months of Hell... well, Sam was at a loss for words, needless to say. It took all of him not to have his jaw drop to the floor, but his eyes were alarmed. As much as he wanted to believe his brother about how he came climbing out of his own grave, the theory of angels, of there being a real God up there? That was going a little too far, wasn't it?

Staring at his brother for any sort of explanation, he just waited, listening to every word this Anna woman said. Yeah, and that's when she let out the big old bomb that hey, the angels up there didn't exactly like him very much. It struck a nerve in him, especially with Ruby being on the backseat of everything. Unable to come up with anything else, Sam leaned his head forward and looked at the side of Dean's face. "Dean, could I talk to you for a second?"

[Anna Milton]

Anna’s heartbeat sounded loudly in her ears; thump, thump, thump. She started shaking out of excitement, her face brightening as she looked at Dean. She knew that she wasn’t crazy! She knew that the Angels in her head were real! He looked every bit as shocked as she did right now, and who could blame him? Some random chick in an insane asylum saying your entire name without any hesitation and getting all excited just seeing him in the flesh? Anna would be shocked as well, without a doubt!

Her smile faded when Dean spoke, her eyes moving away from the pair. “I know how it sounds… and it probably doesn’t help that I’m in this place telling you all this either.” Anna said softly, her fingers playing with the end of her t-shirt. “Sometimes the Angels talk and I sorta overhear them in my head. I can’t shut them out, there are so many of them.” Anna tried to explain. She was worried that neither of them would believe her, Anna wouldn’t even believe her given the circumstances. She was locked inside this loony bin diagnosed with schizophrenia, given that information anyone would just assume that she was making all this up in her head. But yet, they were still here… maybe they believed her!

“Castiel told you?” Anna asked in disbelief. How did that Angel know that she was able to hear them? If he knew, did that mean all of them knew? Her heart began to race rapidly, her brown eyes moving from the ground to look at the two men. When Dean spoke again, it was Anna’s turn to stare at him in disbelief. The things that were attacking her over the past week… their faces were hideous and frightened her and now all the pieces slowly began to click together. Those were demons! But… why would the demons want her? Why were they trying so hard to get her? Did it have something to do with the Angel voices in her head? Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a small frown sliding across her features.

“You’re in a crazy bin; anything is going to sound nuts anyways.” Anna teased, laughing gently. This was the first time she had laughed in over a week, and hearing her own laughter along the muffled walls was somewhat comforting. Maybe everything would be alright after all… she just had to keep that positive mental attitude and just keep chugging forward. “Yes, I’ve been attacked by demons. I don’t know what happens, but whenever they try and get me some strange things happen…” Anna shrugged her shoulders, “The other day, a nurse came in with my medications. His face was hideous, I was afraid. His eyes… they turned black and then he locked the door and started coming at me but…” Anna stopped, taking a breath to calm herself down, “I looked at my dresser and it flew across the room and slammed him against the door. I didn't even touch the dresser, I just looked at it and it moved.” Her story probably sounded insane, and when the hospital filed the case they even said Anna just threw the dresser at him. How could anyone throw an all metal dresser at someone with their bare hands?

Her eyes flashed to Sam when he leaned towards his brother, the same frown from before on her face. Anna hoped that they would believe her and get her out of here, but hearing that story was probably enough to make anyone believe she was insane and it was all her imagination. Had God abandoned her? It certainly felt like it…

[Dean Winchester]

Okay, this little moment went from slightly insane to full-on THE RIDDLER MEETS THE JOKER fucked up. Dean just kept staring at the girl like she was going to suddenly have her eyes go back and start spouting off about how she got them and then throw them around like popcorn inside a popper. That didn't happen though. With him and Sam, he never takes things for granted. After seeing Lilith, a demon inside a little girl, which was goddamned creepy by the way, they tend to think twice before just believing.

And that's exactly what Dean's doing.

Pursing his lips, he glanced over his shoulder at Sam before once more flashing his eyes to the girl. SOMEONE believes him about Cas and it's a little strange that it's some whackjob in a nuthouse, but he's going to go with it… for now. Not to say that he isn't a little shocked that she knows, though… it's just… what else can he do? Call her a liar when Sam's probably thinking he lost it too?

"Not gonna lie, Anna, but the location isn't helpin', " he says with a smirk before shaking his head. The way she's talking about the Angels, it's like she has a direct line to their thoughts, and really, he would love to know what the hell they've got planned. Cas has been tight-lipped about the entire thing and it pissed him off something fierce to be honest. The guy ripped him out of hell, threatened him and sent him on a job… the least he could do is tell him what's going on.

But… as she continued to go on, Dean's brows rose, mostly for what she mentioned about those demons. He blinked and frowned over his shoulder at Sam, as smoothly as he could before blinking slowly and turning back to the girl. Okay, he's starting to wonder what the hell she is… if she can do that. "Uh, is this new, this power of yours? Or have you always been able to do it? What about the voices?" he asks, raising his hand to stop Sam from interrupting before he gets his thought out. "When did you first start hearin' 'em?"

With that he turned, giving the girl one finger in the air in the universal sign of 'gimme a minute' before turning to look at his brother, brows raised curiously. "What?" he asks his brother before glancing back hurriedly over his shoulder at the girl… then sighs. "Look man. It's obvious somethin's up and she IS gettin' attacked. If she has a direct line into 1-900-ANGEL then we should keep her close by. Ya know, have a kinda… warning before they pull anything. If that's what they're gonna do. What do you think?" he asks his brother curiously, and then adds with a smirk: "Told ya Cas was real."

[Sam Winchester]

Apparently Sam had been the only one not touched by God himself in the room. Whatever doubt he severely had about his brother... well, it didn' necessarily go away completely, but the fact that this girl not only knew their names but also knew the angel that he claimed to be the reason why he was alive? It was a little more than eerily confirming, and Sam didn't like it one bit.

The worst problem was that Dean was pretty much validating everything she was saying to the point where either they were both crazy to him or Anna was, in fact, being harassed by demons with some form of Angel-radio embedded in her mind. Aside from the voices, she seemed... well, okay, not entirely normal but enough for Sam to want to believe her. This was too much of a coincidence not to, right?

Although Sam had that demon blood in him, he didn't share this common bond of knowing what Hell looked like, what these demons truly looked like. He knew Ruby, he knew how many times she had changed her face, but their true form? Nah, he's never been cursed enough to see that for himself. It was like The View about demons and angels and Sam was just there to mediate and wait at the door.

Until she mentions powers. Yeah, he's got a few of those up his sleeve.

So that's when he asked Dean to come over. Giving one last glance to Anna, he shifted his weight on the other foot and looked down at him. "Are you one hundred percent positive, though? I get it, it's creepy to know that she knows our names and everything but..." Trailing off, he drew in a slow breath and shook his head. "I'm just trying to be careful, man. Who knows what we're letting out of the box if we bring her with us."

Oh, but leave him to rub in the fact that he's got another Cas believer. Rolling his eyes, he bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. "Alright, alright, I believe you, Cas is real and you're God's missionary, can we just wrap this up? This place is starting to get to me."

[Anna Milton]

Anna grinned at Dean’s comment, shrugging her shoulders weakly. “I know it isn’t. But you have to admit it would be hard, even for a crazy person, to tell you the things I just did. Plus, why would Castiel send you if he thought I was just crazy?” Anna pointed out, tapping her knees gently with her fingers. She hoped she was making a convincing argument to the brothers. She didn’t want to be in here any longer and she had a feeling that her best chances of getting out of this hell hole would be with them. She didn’t want to be trapped anymore… she didn’t want anymore demons attacking her, she just wanted to be the Anna before all of this shit started happening.

Her life had been somewhat normal ever since she graduated high school. Anna’s father wanted her to go off to some religious college, but Anna wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do with her life just yet. She had just gotten over the death of her best friend, so her mind was in no state to decide what she wanted to study. Her father completely understood and got her a job within the church, which proved to be more of a boon for her than she could have hoped for. She was a secretary but also taught Sunday school to the younger children. The church was the one place she felt happy and safe, but even now she honestly believed that God had abandoned her. She was stuck in this place, being drugged out of her mind trying to help a disease that didn’t exist… where was God?

When Dean asked about her powers, Anna frowned slightly. Thinking back on it, she always had them; strange things always seemed to happen around her when she was very upset. “I’ve always had them, I think. I mean whenever I get really upset… strange things happen. I can’t really explain it; I don’t know how or why it is happening.” Anna knew that answer probably wasn’t the best one Dean was looking for, but Anna really had no clue why she had these ‘powers’ as he called them.

Now when it came to the voices, Anna had a definite answer for him; “I can tell you exactly when, September 8th. The first words I heard clear as a bell: ‘Dean Winchester is saved!’” Needless to say, Anna was definitely freaked out that day. The moment that sentence pierced her mind, the rest of the voices soon followed. It was like a chorus of whispers, all threatening to consume her but as time went on; she has been able to discern what they were saying. They talked about Dean and Sam Winchester a lot lately, which was why she felt like she knew the pair without actually meeting them. But the one thing that still bothered her was why Castiel sent them… did he know that she could hear them? If he could, how could he of? If he knew, how many other people knew? Was that why the demons were attacking her too?

Anna’s brown eyes watched the brothers as they spoke, her teeth biting her lower lip gently. She heard Dean mentioned something about “1-900-Angel”, which made Anna grin a bit. This was the first time in weeks that she was actually somewhat happy and that smile was actually on her features. Her thoughts went back to what she must look like right now, physical appearance wise. Her hair probably looked like crap, not to mention the bags that were probably under her eyes. She probably looked rather sickly, which was not how she wanted to look right now but honestly she had no choice. The idea of leaving seemed to become a reality; her mind already deciding what she wanted to do when she got out. First, she would take a long warm shower and then get a deep dish meat lovers pizza…

But when Anna heard Sam start speaking, her heart sank. Oh God, they were going to leave! They were going to leave her here! Panic began to set in… “NO!” Anna yelled, her fingernails digging into her bed as the lights around the room began to flicker. “Please, don’t leave me here! I can’t handle it anymore! They are drugging me up with medicine that isn’t going to cure anything, I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept! Please, you have to believe me! The Angels are real, this is all real! Please!” Anna pleaded, tears streaming down her face. There were a couple loud popping sounds that came from the ceiling; a rain of glass and sparks cascading around them as a few of the light bulbs shattered. Anna shook her head, looking away from the brothers as she let out a soft sob; the lights that weren’t broken slowly stopped flickering and returned to normal as Anna’s emotional levels began to stabilize. “Help me…” Anna whispered, looking back up at them again.