Note: I've got this weird feeling like I already posted this week... huh. 

Hey, babes. Thank you so much for all the love!

Here's your part two to Leave Me, Déjà Vu! This was highly requested, so I had to get it done asap lol  The title to this one comes from another Billie song, "ilomilo"

This isn't super long, because I didn't want to rewrite the whole finale. I feel like we all kinda know what happens. And with Anna injured, there isn't a lot she could do to change the way the episode played out. But as requested, here's how Sam finds her. Written from his POV, so lmk how I did with it!

Love you guys <3

Anna is sixteen.

Maybe It's My Eyes

Sam was juggling a hundred jobs at the moment, but it was remarkably easy to toss the rest of them to the wind when Anna's voice was fragmenting in his ear.

He pressed his foot down hard against the gas pedal, and the car sped up well past the speed limit. It would be just his luck to pass a cop, but he would figure that out if and when it happened. For now, his only concern was with his sister.

"You still with me?" he asked urgently into the receiver. He could hear Anna's breathing, and it was uneven but strong, She was clearly still upset and overwhelmed, but it didn't appear that there was anything wrong with her lungs. That was a plus at least. "Anna, I'm coming, okay?" At this rate, he could be there in just a few minutes.

"Okay," Anna replied, her voice small and choppy.

When the red of a car's brake lights caught his eye, Sam slammed down on the brakes and had to cringe at the sound Baby made in protest. Dean would have killed him if he'd heard that. The words hit a little close to home given the prophesy that Dean might actually kill Sam, and he had to push the idea out of his mind with force.

"S-sammy," Anna said quietly.

"What is it?" Sam asked, panting as he came to a full stop behind the car in front of him. He needed to calm down, or he would end up in a car accident. That wouldn't help Anna or Dean.

"Cas," Anna reminded him. "He's covered in blood."

Sam had known it couldn't be good, but that still startled his heart into a faster rhythm. "Can you see how bad it is?"

"I can't," Anna admitted painfully. "My eyes hurt. Everything's blurry."

"It's okay," Sam said soothingly. He could hear the uptick in his sister's anxiety, and his job was to help her, not to give her responsibility. She was only sixteen. Just a kid. Sometimes that was hard to believe. "Just close your eyes and let 'em rest," Sam requested.

In front of him, a stranger's car pulled forward, and Sam checked his mirrors before swerving into the other lane and then cutting the car off before he sped way up again. This time, he was more careful to watch the road ahead of him.

"Are you... Are you almost-" She was drowsy, Sam could hear it. The last thing he needed was for her to pass out on him.

"Just another minute," he promised. "Stay awake."

It really did only take another minute before he was pulling up in front of the bunker. Sam threw the doors shut upon seeing the unfamiliar car parked very nearly out of sight behind the bunker. Anna must not have noticed it. His insides ignited at the very thought of somebody coming into their home and attacking his kid sister. Anna was supposed to be safe here.

"I'm here," he said into the phone, his voice dark. Anna didn't answer him.

He slammed through the front door and threw it closed behind him. His shoes scuffed loudly against the steps as he ran down them just the way he often scolded Anna for doing. "Anna," he called, already hanging up their call. "Cas!"

There was a dead body in the map room, or the remains of one anyway. Sam had to stop and look at it in grief for a moment. It wasn't grief for the dead man, though. It was grief for his murderer. Dean wasn't himself anymore. That much was clear just by the brutal nature of these murders. Dean had anger in him, but he had never ever exhibited this kind of rage before the Mark.

"Sam."

Anna was curled on her side in the recovery position, and there was a pool of vomit in front of her face. There was blood caked at her hairline and dripping over her brow onto her cheek. Somehow worse was the slimy mess of tears and snot that covered the lower half of her face.

The anger in him grew tenfold as Sam crouched before his sister. "Dean did this to you?" he asked in horror.

Anna's expression colored in blatant confusion. "No," she said. "No, Sam."

It was impossible to tell whether she was saying that because she remembered it to be the truth or because her concussion was affecting her memory and she just couldn't believe that Dean would be capable. "He's not himself right now," Sam told her gently and began to help her sit up. Unsurprisingly, Anna went mostly limp the very second her head left the ground.

"Wasn't him," she said breathlessly through what had to be a sheet of white-hot pain in her head.

Maybe it was just because he wanted to so badly, but Sam believed her.

"Gonna- Gonna p-" She didn't even get the words out all the way, but Sam understood.

"You're not gonna pass out," he said soothingly and pulled her to rest against him. His shoe was planted in her vomit, and his knee was only millimeters away from a blonde man's corpse. But he would stay in this spot for as long as Anna needed him there.

While she was out of it, he took a minute to look a few yards to their left. There was Cas. And Anna hadn't been exaggerating. The poor guy was covered in blood.

"Anna. Anna, I have to check on Cas. Okay? I'm just... I'm just gonna lay you down again."

"Cas?" Anna murmured. It was clear that she was having a hard time following what he was saying.

So Sam closed his eyes for a second and just let himself dwell on how absolutely screwed they were. Dean was in the wind, Anna had a serious concussion and needed to be taken to the hospital, and Cas... well Cas was nearly dead. He didn't want anyone else getting involved in their problems. He really didn't. But he was beginning to think there was no way he could do this alone. Someone had to stay with Anna, and Sam had to go after Dean or risk losing him forever. Cas was in no shape to do either of those things, and Sam was half-tempted to take the angel to the hospital too.

As if on queue, Cas let out a groan and began to move.

"Cas?" Sam asked, his eyes wide and concerned. "Hey, don't move too much, buddy."

Cas sat up, though, and he seemed like maybe he was okay. He looked a mess, and he was making small sounds of pain, but he seemed to be in a lot better shape than Anna. "Sam?" he asked. "How's Anna?"

"Not good," Sam replied simply and looked back down at his sister. She was pale, and her eyelids were fluttering. "We need to get her to a hospital. And then... then I think... I think I have to call Jody to come stay with her."

"Are you sure?" Cas asked. "She doesn't know about Dean."

"I know," Sam said with a harsher tone than intended. God, he was stressed. "But I can't leave her alone, and you need to stay with Rowena to make sure she holds up her end. Now."

Cas slowly pushed himself to his feet.

"Do me a favor, man," Sam said and looked up at his friend. "Take a shower first."

Cas looked down at himself, and when he saw the blood on his clothes, he nodded. "It doesn't bother me. But... for Anna."

"Yeah," Sam exhaled. He looked back down at his little sister as Cas left the room. "Anna," he prompted gently. Blood smeared like rust over the skin of his hand as he pushed her sticky hair out of her face. "Any better?"

"Dean," Anna said, her voice thin.

Sam could hear how she was clinging to control like the safety bar on a roller coaster. He was doing the same damn thing, or he might have tried to fix things for her.

"We gotta find him," Anna pleaded. "Sammy, please."

"I will," Sam promised. "I'll find him, Anna. I'm gonna take you to the hospital, get Jody there to stay with you, and then I'm going after Dean."

"There's no time," Anna argued. Her fear was pressing along the weak tendrils of her voice.

Sam inhaled shortly and looked up. He was trying so hard to stay calm and keep his thoughts together. But it was getting harder and harder the more things fell apart. Rowena was supposed to be finishing the spellwork to remove the Mark, Dean was in the wind and about to do God knew what, and though Cas was healing, Anna was in bad shape.

"We'll figure something out," Sam told her. "Let's just get to the car, okay?" He tucked his arms beneath her knees and back. "Close your eyes," he instructed.

Anna's face scrunched as he stood up and lifted her. Her freckles stood out against her pale skin, and her eyelids fluttered like she was on the verge of passing out.

"Anna, are you with me?" he asked as he started toward the door. Anna was light, he realized as he didn't even break a sweat. Too light. Between the depression and the stress that had filled the bunker for the last... well, forever, it seemed... she hadn't been eating right. He felt suddenly like he'd been neglecting her. The blood on her face, and the lines of anxiety around her eyes only drove the nail of guilt deeper into his gut.

"M'here," Anna managed by the time they were at the door. The words were hardly more than air, and they did nothing to comfort Sam.

"Just hang on," he urged. "You can sleep once I get you in the car, okay? Keep your eyes shut; it's gonna be bright outside."

He struggled to open the door while still carrying Anna, then he had to squint at the sun's assault on his eyes. He hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, and his body ached everywhere, including behind his eyes. The world was too much, and Sam made a throw-away wish that he could abandon it for a few minutes. Instead, he looked down and realized Anna had done just that. She was out. Her arms had gone limp, one hanging taut beneath her while the other rested against her stomach. He released a small, affectionate breath through his nose.

"Sleep tight, Ladybug," he said fondly. Then he hardened his resolve, opened the back door to the Impala, and eased Anna inside. She needed a hospital. As soon as possible. But Sam did mental triage of everyone involved. Dean could be about to die. Rowena was so close to fixing this. Anna was in rough shape, but... It hurt like a mousetrap snapping closed on his finger, but Sam made the call. "We're gonna get Dean, Anna," he said quietly. "Then we're gonna get you to a hospital."

La Fin