Anna
Anna leaned up against the Impala, her bag at her feet. Dean slowly came down the steps of Jenny's house. She smiled at him.
"You doing ok?" She asked quietly. Mary Winchester had been surprise none of them had expected. Dean just stared into space, not ignoring her, but not really acknowledging her either.
Missouri, a psychic, had freaked Anna out, considering that Python still controlled Delphi, most premonitions were unreliable or fake. But this woman had been able to read her like an open book. After the boys left the room Missouri had warned her about the dangers of keeping hunters for company. Anna left quickly after that.
The psychic in question stepped out of the house, chatting quietly with Sam. Anna got the feeling that the woman was hiding something. But it wasn't her place to ask. Jenny carried out a box of photographs and mementos, left from when the boys had been small.
"Thanks for these." Dean said quietly, closing the box. Jenny just smiled, pushing her hair out of her face.
"Don't thank me, they're yours." Anna opened the trunk of the Impala. She took out the saddle bags she hadn't used for weeks. She moved her belongings from her duffle into the bike friendly bags. She carried them over to her Ducati.
"Sam you ready?" Dean called. Sam walked over to them. Anna placed her mostly empty duffle into the trunk of the Impala, slamming it shut.
"Don't you boys be strangers!" Missouri called out. Anna looked up and the psychic gave her a knowing look.
"You too Miss. Colt." Anna nodded as she tugged on her helmet.
"We won't." Dean assured her. Sam flashed a quick smile. Anna pulled down the dark visor of her helmet.
"See you around." Missouri stood in the yard as she watched them all pull away.