It felt really unfair for Annabelle to be judged for things other witches had done. Her entire life was spent that way thusfar.
Her father assumed she'd make bad choices, so he hadn't educated her on her powers. At least, that was how Annabelle felt about it. Michael Curry had seen what her family did with its power and he'd lost his wife because of choices her relatives and ancestors had made, and he hadn't wanted to lose a daughter too.
But she'd never had a choice in any of it. The choice was made for her to mistrust her before she'd even done anything wrong.
Dean seemed to be wary of her based on the actions of witches she'd never even met, and that pissed her off even more, even if he had good reason.
You didn't mean to hurt me with it, did you?
Annabelle shook her head. "If I meant to..."
She didn't finish the sentence. She figured he could fill in the rest.
"I'm getting better at it, at controlling it, but I'm not really there yet. And the guy that was helping me... he was around before, and now he's not on this world with us. I can read until I'm cross-eyed but..."
She shook her head.
"I should be a weapon against these things--probably one of the best ones we've got-- and I can't stop zapping you all like I'm a bug light."
Her frustration was evident in her voice. She knew the range her power could have. And Annabelle shut her eyes and counted to ten so that that frustration wouldn't turn into anger and float over to Sam and do things to him.