So, here we get a bit more of a glimpse at Anna's past- and a bit more Gabanna fluff. Yay

Changing Channels will be a relatively long 'episode' and will have multiple parts, I know it already. Hah

Either way- enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, just Anna

Sitting there in the silence, I tried to wait it out. Maybe he'd change his mind or something, but he just patiently stared at me. With an irritated sigh, I gave a shrug of indifference.

"It… it was always just… my mother and I. Never knew my dad… mom never mentioned him- and any time I tried asking about him… she'd change the subject or give some open-faced answer… 'oh he's away at work' or 'if he wanted to be here, he would'. Eventually, I just… gave up asking…" I began, my hazel eyes staring off into the distance beyond Gabriel. "When I was… five? I had this… dream. My mom got engulfed in this… black smoke. I told her about it, being a kid and all—I told her everything. She was my mom, so why not? She shrugged it off, saying it was just a dream… but soon… she started acting different… not like… my mom? I couldn't go over to my friends houses anymore… she took time off work that she normally wouldn't… it was like she was… hoovering?"

"So you got freaky-deaky powers too? Like Samsquatch?" Gabriel inquired.

"I guess? I mean… they happen every now and then… always when I'm sleeping…" I explained," Whatever I see—it always happens within a weeks time… Sam has visions?"

"Well, from what I gather- he did. Got it from the demon blood that Azazel dripped into him when he was a baby."

"Do I…? I mean… did a demon-?"

"Hmm…" Gabriel pursed his lips briefly, before scooting even closer to me. A hand gently was placed on my knee- and with his other he placed his fingertips to my forehead. No one had touched me so… openly? So often? I wasn't used to this… As I squirmed away from his touch, his golden eyes met my hazel ones and he gave me a soft smile.

"No demon blood to be found," Gabriel assured me," You are one hundred and three percent human."

"Hundred and three?"

"Well—one hundred for just being human… three for being a special human." He smirked, leaning back to his spot next to me. "So- you were saying?"

"Oh… uh…" I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing," Life went on like that for a while… after a while, I just… grew used to how she was acting. Put it on me getting older and her wanting to protect me. Mom was a detective—so she saw bad things. Maybe she saw something bad at work and wanted to keep me from that? It's what I told myself… Then one night, 6 days before my tenth birthday… I had a dream about this guy—he showed up at our door, had this charming smile on his face… Didn't recognize him though… Day after my tenth birthday- guess who shows up at our door?"

"Hmmmm—John Winchester?" Gabriel playfully guessed.

With a nod, I continued," He was surprised as all hell to see me. Surprised, yet—not? Like… a part of him expected to find me, but he still didn't expect it? I dunno. Mom was livid though. Ordered me to my room- but I… I just hid at the top of the steps and listened to their conversation. When I learned he was my dad? I… I couldn't believe it. My dad was there—he was finally… Mom forbid him from ever coming around again though, and I broke a bit… thinking I'd never get a chance to know him…"

"Did you?"

"Kinda… I had a vision that night. It showed the time… the date—so I knew when it would happen. Dad… he got attacked by a monster… they killed him…" I woke up in such a panic—I tried telling mom but she… she yelled at me. She never done that—ordered me to go back to bed and forget that I ever met John Winchester."

"But you didn't?"

"I… I ran out of the house. Pajamas and all. Ran to the part of town that I saw in my dream. It was one that any local knew of. When I got there… I—I didn't know what to do. I was ten, for crying out loud! I just… took to walking around. Soon… I found my dad—and the monster… he was creeping up behind him. I panicked and cried out, catching both by surprise. Dad was able to kill it… and I saw the teeth…"

"Vampire."

"Guess so… yeah…" I nodded," Dad… he was upset- wanted to know why I was out there—so I told him. About the dream… about mom's actions… everything. When he carried me back to his car, I… I remember, clinging to him… like he would disappear. We got back home the cops were there—they went for Dad, saying he had kidnapped me. Mom tried getting me back inside—but I just wouldn't listen. I told the cops—I told them,'It's okay- he's my daddy!'." A gentle smile graced my face at the memory and I paused in reflection before continuing," They still took him in, holding him. Mom was furious though, I never… she was never like that before… Couple days later… Dad showed up… and that's when it all went to shit."

"You need to take a break, cupcake?" Gabriel softly asked me. I looked up at him, seeing this caring, gentle look in his eyes, before nodding my head.

"P-please…"

"Let's check in on Samsquatch and Dean-o then," he suggested, snapping his fingers as the tv came to life once more.

A woman was doing a yoga pose, with a lake behind her.

"I've got genital herpes."

The scene switched to a house, where an older male sat on a couch.

"I've got genital herpes."

Another scene switch to a basketball court- someone jumps and shoots a basket before turning around and facing the camera.

Sam.

He looked utterly uncomfortable.

"Seriously?" Sam questioned.

"Hey, you're the one who said play our roles," Dean reminded him, walking up to him.

"Yeah, right." Sam frowned, as Dean clapped him on the shoulder before continuing to play.

"I've got… genital herpes."

I turned away from the tv to ask Gabriel," That's a… sex… thing- isn't it?"

"Right on, kiddo. How'd you know that? Get an early birds and bees talk from Daddy Winchester?"

"No- read it in school, couple months ago. There's… a lot… that I'm having to learn… that people my age have known for years…" With a frown, I turn my attention back to the screen.

Sam was saying," –twice-daily Herpexia to reduce my chances of passing it on." The camera went back and forth between the house and the lake, as a voice over female voice said," Ask your doctor about using Herpexia."

Dean's voice suddenly came over the scenes as well, as he stated," Patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide and nausea."

"I am doing all I can… to slightly lessen the spread of—of genital herpes. And that's a good thing," Sam frowned, before eagerly turning back to the game, as the Herpexia logo filled the screen.

"Oh, he's definitely gonna kill you for that," I warned Gabriel," First a shot to the crotch and now that? I hope you can run fast."

"Aww, you care about me," Gabriel gushed playfully," I'm honored." He snapped his fingers once more and the quiet extended over us once more. I stared at the couch below me, my fingers absent-mindedly picking at a thread.

"Look… we don't have to finish that—if you don't want to…" Gabriel offered. I considered agreeing… but…

"No… we're… we're almost finished…" I said, shaking my head," After I let dad into the house… he asked me if my mom was there—to which she… almost immediately… appeared on the opposite side of the room. Like she knew… She was so angry—but not a normal angry… this was… possessive… sickly-sweet… angry. Dad kept a hand on my shoulder as he muttered… muttered something—and I remember… moms eyes—they went pitch black."

"Probably Christo," Gabriel suggested," It's one phrase that forces a demon react."

"Makes sense…" I nodded, before continuing," I could almost feel something change with Dad… he gently pushed me behind him. I peered out from behind him though… saw my mom bring out this… sharp knife from the kitchen. She told him… told him to hand me over and my mom would live. Dad refused though… and before I knew it, she stabbed herself… Dad tried shielding me from watching… but I still saw it… the black smoke… it left her—disappeared into the vent in the wall…"

"Wise choice Daddy Winchester made."

I looked over at Gabriel curiously, asking," What do you mean?"

"Well—his hunter instincts probably told him something. Sure- he could have handed you over to the demon, and your mom might have lived," Gabriel explained," Or—he hand you over and the demon kill both you and your mom just to cause him pain."

"I see…."

"Or! If it was a follower of Luci- then they take you and still kill your mother. Or pose as your mother until Luci is freed and he uses you as a vessel. Either way—your mother was going to die."

"Still sucks."

"Demons for ya," Gabriel shrugged," What happened next?"

"Dad took me to my uncle's house. I lived there for the next 4 years. For a while, dad came around. Taught me some stuff—how to play pool and darts…let me help him fix the impala, handing him tools and stuff… took me to the aquarium and a carnival… how to defend myself… shoot a gun," another soft smile lifted my lips at the memories, but it faltered as I continued," After my thirteenth birthday though… he.. stopped coming around. I didn't understand why… then… I had another dream—he and these… two guys—were in the impala and a semi crashed into it. I tried telling my uncle—but when I told him how I knew my dad was in trouble—the dream? My aunt… cousins—they all started on me. How I was crazy, how dad was a bad influence on me… that my imagination was wild. Two weeks later… my uncle checked me into Mercy Psychiatric Hospital, and I was there until some months ago. Just after my 17th birthday."

"When you called your dad's phone and got Samsquatch and Dean-o," Gabriel recalled me telling him earlier.

"Yeah…"

Gabriel let a low whistle, as he picked himself up off the couch and walked a few feet away.

"Definitely a Winchester life, if I've ever heard one," he said, turning back to me," And now you are wrapped up in an apocalypse, curtesy of your brothers. Congratulations."

"Gee, thanks," I deadpanned, crossing my arms in front of me as I glared at the Arch Angel.

"Lucky for you though, you have something they don't," Gabriel said, as he walked back over to the couch and sat next to me.

"What might that be?" I asked, my voice barely over a whisper- which I cursed myself for.

Gabriel merely rose his eyebrows playfully, before snapping his fingers and turning the T.V back on.

"We now return to Supernatural."