[Location: Random street in the Shelley district]

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After several days to clear her head, Anna found herself willing to go out during the daytime. She'd even had a milkshake or two. Talking to people like Brigitta and Crowley had helped immensely. Speaking with Castiel, however, just made her brain hurt. He'd disobeyed their brethren to help Dean. Somehow...she wasn't that surprised. Dean could be very persuasive when he wanted to, even if he hadn't intended to be.

Anna had actually showered and changed her clothes - little human things that made her feel that she wasn't just sitting around twiddling her thumbs - and was currently walking down the street, hands tucked into the front pockets of her jeans. She wished there was a movie theater. She could use a viewing or two of "Gone with the Wind", one of several movies she'd enjoyed immensely while growing up. Which was odd. A seven year old that was able to sit through nearly four hours of Civil War drama was a strange child, indeed. But Anna was never 100% normal. Not if her fits when she was a toddler had any say in the matter.

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Dean can't help it; he laughs when she flips around and smacks him. It's actually pretty nice to sneak up on the angels for once, especially since they usually get the best of him with that whole bamfing thing. Smug Dean is smug.

"You've got a flaming sword? I wanna see!" Dean teases, nudging her. He can vaguely remember seeing her a week ago, and vaguely remembers the singing... but that seems more like a dream than anything.

"So, any reason as to why you've been avoiding me?"

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Anna rolled her eyes at his laughing, "Yeah. Real funny," Anna scoffed, good naturedly.

She chuckled at his tease, nudging him right back. "I left it in my other jeans," Anna replied dismissively, with a small smirk.

The smirk fell slightly at his question. "Avoiding you? No, I haven't. Did Castiel tell you that?" Anna said, forcing a bemused smile to cross her face. "Just lost track of time, that's all."

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"You're right, it's hilarious," Dean replies, grinning at her.

That comment makes him laugh again, and he makes a show of patting himself down. "Good, 'cause I left my fire extinguisher at home."

But then her smirk falls, and Dean raises one eyebrow slightly. Uh huh, Anna, he's got a built in bullshit detector and you just failed the test.

"Cas didn't tell me anything. Last time I saw him, he was real quiet," Dean says, folding his arms. "You didn't come see my car. I should be offended."

Because he doesn't remember having it the first time...

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"You should take your show on the road," Anna mused, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Me without my flaming sword, you without your fire extinguisher. What a pair," she chuckled, returning her hands to her pockets.

"I'm sorry," Anna sighed, her brow furrowing a little. "I'd really meant to, but I got distracted by something stupid."

Wait. If he didn't remember having the Impala, did that mean he didn't remember their argument that led to carsex? Or was it just located somewhere else? It was always the little things that Anna wondered about when it came to the mindwiping.

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"Already got my show on the road." What, he does.

"We'd be terrible firefighters, that's for sure." No, it doesn't make sense, but he still thinks its funny.

Nope. Car falls under 'memories related to Sam' as Sam was the one who had brought it. If Dean thought about it, he'd know he has gaps, because he's missing key things, but he hasn't focused enough. It's more like a jumble, and he doesn't want to sort it all out.

"Something stupid, huh?" Dean repeats, watching her carefully. "Hey, Anna. Question."

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Anna chuckled softly, rolling her eyes. "How could I forget?"

Anna laughs at the absurdity of it, that bemused smile on her face. "I'd start more fires, you'd put them out. Supply and demand. But if we keep forgetting them.... Yeah, we're terrible."

Anna nodded at his repeating. "Answer. Hopefully," She replied, looking up at him.

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"We'd probably be too distracted," Dean teases. But he's immediately sober after that, following up her answer with his question.

"Right. Do you think I'm stupid?"

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Craaaaap. Damn his bullshit detector.

"I don't, no," Anna replied, shaking her head, a small frown crossing her face.

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"Then why don't you tell me the truth and stop jerking me around, huh?" Dean says flatly, raising an eyebrow. Go go gadget bullshit detector!

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Damn it, Dean.

"I did something that I felt was wrong, and I didn't want to be around you for a while. I couldn't...I just couldn't see you and feel like that at the same time," Anna replied, as honestly as she could.

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Dean's confused.

"... And I'm assuming if I ask you what you did, you're not gonna tell me, right?"

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"Probably not, no," Anna shook her head. She hated keeping secrets from Dean, but if he knew what she and Castiel had done....

She'd probably have to adjust his memories herself, to make him think that bits and pieces of this conversation never happened.

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... He'd flip out, of course. She's doing the right thing, but Dean doesn't know it, and he's a bit exasperated.

"Is it really that bad?"

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Anna looked to her feet, her brow furrowing and she nodded. Lifting her gaze to his, she gave him her version of the puppy eyes, completely sincere.

"Yes. Please, don't ask me anymore, Dean."

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Oh dear god, not the puppy eyes. Dean blinks a bit, and then sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Fine, whatever. Cut it out with the eyes already, I get it. It's a no-no."

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"Thank you," Anna nodded, blinking and looking off to the side for a moment, the wild-eyed shininess leaving her gaze.

Looking back to Dean, she flashed him a small smile. "Wanna get a drink and you can show me that car of yours?"

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Dean gives her a bit of a grin in response, and throws his arm around her shoulders, with a mock-sigh.

"I guess so. I don't have anything else to do," Dean teases.

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Anna grinned, spirits lightening at his throwing his arm around her shoulders. "Good. Milkshake sound good?" She asked.

"Where's your baby, anyways?" Anna looked around them, not seeing the Impala in their immediate area.

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"Milkshake sounds fantastic," Dean nods. And then they're walking, Dean's arm still comfortable around her shoulders, other hand in his pocket.

"She's resting around Buffy's place," Dean explains. "Didn't want to wear her out three days in."

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Anna starts in the direction of the Summers household, having been keeping tabs on Dean. Just because she didn't want him to see her, didn't mean she didn't see him. So he was rooming with that Xander guy. He seemed nice enough and reminded Anna a little bit of Dean. Funny.

Stopping in front of a hatch, Anna lifts her hand. "What flavor do you want?" Anna asked, not moving away from Dean's arm around her shoulders.

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"Vanilla," Dean answers, not bothering to remove his hand. He likes it where it is, thanks, and hell, if she's not complaining, he's not either.

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"Coming up," Anna nodded as she placed her palm against the panel. Ten seconds later, she removed it, opening the hatch. She reached in, pulling out two white styrafoam cups, with lids and straws already in place.

Holding Dean's out to him, "One vanilla."

She grinned, lifted her own to her mouth, taking a sip from her straw. "One vanilla-butterscotch mix."