Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction starts a week after "Lazarus Rising" and has information on the episodes up until 10/15/08. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the third story in my trilogy: "Possession" and "Broken."

Sam pulled up to the curb of the quiet suburban house. It was quaint, built in an old colonial style and surrounded by an iron fence.

"I guess this is where I get out," Ruby muttered to Sam.

"I'll get in touch with you in a couple days," he replied as she opened the door to exit the car.

"Keep safe," Ruby said. "I still don't trust her." She glanced up to the house.

"I will," Sam promised, even though he knew he was completely safe around her. She'd risk her life to keep him protected.

Sam wondered if Ruby's aversion to her was a cellular memory of her human body, remembering the night Abby had attacked in the woods four long months ago. Sam had tracked her down the day after Dean died with a plan and an apology for pushing her away. What he hadn't expected was to find her in her Chicago apartment over a semi-conscious girl doing a demonic summoning ritual. Before he had the chance to intervene, the black smoke of a demon forced its way into the young woman's body. With a scream, she woke up, touching the two puncture marks on her neck.

"Ruby," Abby questioned.

"Yeah. Geez, next time, try not to summon me into a body that you were planning on killing," she winced.

"Ruby," Sam asked curiously.

"Hey there, Sam. Looks like Dean's little vampire cutie found a way to bust me out again. Thanks," she said as she turned to Abby. "But, can I ask why?"

"I need you," Abby sobbed. "I need you to get Dean out of Hell. I'm willing to do anything. Anything. Fuck ethics."

Sam looked at the determination in her sad eyes that mirrored his own. It was at that moment that he had vowed the same; to get Dean back at any cost.

Sam shook away his thoughts as he pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the Impala. He prepared himself to shield his thoughts from her. Dean didn't want her to know that he was back. Although he argued with Dean over his decision since his return a week ago, he was adamant. After Sam had given him the short and clean version of what had happened while he was gone, it seemed Dean was under the impression that Abby and the kids would be better the way they were. What he meant was they were safer away from hunting and away from him.

He walked up the concrete, curved sidewalk to the welcoming red door. He gave it a nice, hard knock. Abby was opening the door before he could ring the doorbell.

"Sam," she jumped into his arms. They held each other in the open doorway as the sounds of children playing sounded from the room behind her.

"I missed you," Abby whispered before pulling back to look at him. "How was the hunt? You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I'm good. It was ok. Spirits of a very personal nature."

"Huh. That's odd. Something big is going down, Sam," she said as she brought him a beer. "There's a rumor going around about a fight with some demons and an angel. I don't believe it, but it's got enough vampires running to the side of the demons out of fear."

Sam shielded his mind tighter from her, trying not to think about Dean's mention of the angel, Castiel.

"How was your last hunt," he asked. He took a seat on her couch with the beer she offered him.

"Demons. That's how I found out about the whole angel deal. It's all a bunch of crap if you ask me. But, I will say, the demons are much more organized. My party found it quite difficult to get rid of them. They're planning something big."

Since the night of Dean's death, Abby had taken up arms against the demons in an attempt to track down and kill Lilith. So far, Lilith had been keeping a low profile, but that didn't stop Abby from taking out as many demons as she could using Ruby's knife.

Sam stared at Abby, who was busy making the twins dinner in the kitchen. She had changed. He didn't think it was possible for a vampire to could become more fit. Her muscles were well defined from a combination of fighting and working out, but she still managed to maintain all the right curves. Her black hair was up in a messy ponytail that she must have thrown into her hair for convenience. Still, even in her black sweatpants and red tank top, she looked appealing.

"Thanks," Abby smiled as she turned with sippy cups of milk for the twins. Sam shielded tighter. That was a casualty of Abby's human drinking days shortly after Dean's death; human blood made telepathy more powerful. Although she had gone back on animal blood a month prior, her mind was still strong enough to poke pinholes in Sam's shield. He only hoped he hadn't given anything away about his brother.

"Dylan! April," she called.

Dylan crawled across the wood floor of the living room while April toddled in on her feet.

"Hey, when did she start walking," Sam asked with pride.

"A couple weeks ago. I'm telling you, Sam, she's a quick learner."

"Hi April," Sam smiled to his niece.

April tried to spin around quickly to see Sam and ended up on her butt. Abby helped her back up onto her feet and gave her a little nudge towards her uncle. He couldn't help but smile as the little girl with bright greens eyes waddled towards him with determination. Her black waves bounced with every step until she ended in Sam's arms.

"Good job, April! That's my girl," Sam said as he kissed her cheek and gave her a big hug. He smiled as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

Sam looked down to see Dylan crawling over to him.

"There's my boy! Hey Dylan, give me five," he said, putting his hand down. Dylan slapped his hand in his with a smile. "Alright, good job!"

"My kids are too smart," Abby said while she finished dinner. "I have a feeling I'm screwed once they become teens."

Sam laughed.

Abby continued her work in the kitchen, cooking dinner now for four instead of three. Sam entertained the twins with games of peek-a-boo and ball. He loved those kids as his own.

"So, what are you doing for their first birthday," Sam asked as he laid on the floor, with April and Dylan drumming on his stomach.

"Not a huge thing. I was thinking you, Lenore, Gwen, Bobby, maybe Ellen and Jo if they can make it."

After Dean died, Abby had worked somewhat with Bobby on a couple cases. In fact, she saved his ass more than once. Bobby then recommended some cases to her that Ellen was working on, and she ran into her and Jo when she went to get the specifics on the investigations. To Sam's shock, Jo and her had become pretty good friends.

Her friend Gwen was a half-human, half-lamia vampire that had joined Lenore's nest about two months before. Curious about how she was raised, Abby befriended her. Unlike Abby's kids, Gwen was raised a vampire, killing humans for food…until she realized she was part of them. She stopped and started to live with humans again. Gwen was a great help to Abby when it came to April and Dylan.

Abby continued to bang around in the kitchen. Dylan sat in front of Sam and pointed to the cookroom.

"Mama," he said, pointing to Abby. She smirked as she continued her work.

"Yeah, that's your Momma! Very good! Who's this," Sam said, picking up April and putting her in his lap.

"A-pil," he said pointing at his sister.

"Yes, April! Very good, Dylan!"

Dylan smiled at Sam, his black eyes shining under his dark brown hair. He raised a determined, pudgy finger to Sam.

"Dada," he said with a smile.

A sharp intake of breathe and the sound of breaking glass sounded from the kitchen.