Disclaimer: I don't own anything you my know - no Supernatural characters or anything, which like everyone I'd like to, but we can't all have what we want can we?
Kripke owns all, as does WB who own the rest. All I own is Abby.
"Would you just cut it out?"
"No"
"Dean!"
"Abby" he retorted
"What the hell is your problem?" Abby stopped walking away from him and shoved him
"Dude what the hell?" he caught his balance and grabbed her arms "What's got your panties twisted?"
"Nothing" she huffed
"Clearly it's not nothing" Dean forced her to look at him nodding slowly "You were jealous"
"What?"
"You were jealous" he laughed "I should have known, can't resist me huh?"
Scowling she grimaced "You wish, I'm going to the motel"
"To sit with Sam? Why would you want to do that?"
"Maybe because Sam thinks with his upstairs brain" Abby began walking backwards "Beside's I'm tired and if I have to go with you to that house tomorrow I'm going to need at least 3 hours shut eye"
He studied her "Yeah, you do look like you need your beauty sleep" he avoided her fist with a smirk "Come on"
A short while later they walked through the door, or rather Dean ran inside and slammed the door
"Dude?" Sam exclaimed as Dean locked the door
Dean just smiled and flopped on the bed as there was pounding on the door
"Dean!" Abby called "Open the door"
"You hear something Sammy?" Dean asked
Sam sighed and unlocked the door, allowing Abby inside
"You are an idiot!" Abby exclaimed throwing a shoe at Dean's head "You do know that right?"
"Abby" Sam sighed
"Dude you threw a shoe at my head" Dean exclaimed
"Dean" Sam shook his head
"Dude she threw a shoe at my head! At my head!"
"You deserved it" Abby stated
Sam exhaled "Abby, ignore him and lay down" he turned to Dean "And I don't want to hear it Dean. Yes she threw a shoe, but I also agree that you deserved it. Now can we keep the noise down?"
"Sorry Sam" Abby yawned as she lay on the bed beside him
"Dude" Dean spoke after Sam lay down "How come you get to sleep with Abby?"
"Because she likes me more"
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Dean could hear the voices talking faintly in his head.
"Abby I really wouldn't"
"Why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't" she looked expectantly at Sam
"I don't have one" Sam shrugged
Smiling smugly, Abby raised the cup to shoulder height, her arm outstretched. Sam shook his head and chuckled.
Dean sprung awake as the water hit his face "What the hell!" he exclaimed looking around in shock and slight confusion. His eyes squinted as he glared at Abby "Why the hell did you do that?" he asked pulling off his shirt and rubbing it over his face and hair to dry off
"You wouldn't wake up" she shrugged
"Yeah well I'm awake now, no thanks to you" he got up and walked to the small bathroom in the motel room and slammed the door
"He's going to be pissed all day now" Sam stated as he put on his shoes
"I know, but it makes winding him up more fun" Abby grinned walking to the bathroom door "Oh princess, we need to leave soon"
With a glare Dean walked out fully dressed "What's the plan again?"
"We don't really have one other than go to the house and look round" Sam stated as they picked up their bags
"Great" Dean muttered following Abby out to the Impala
They drove for about 45 minutes through the countryside, field upon field of nothing on either side of the road, until Dean took a left turn and they drove down a small track, eventually coming upon a house.
"You have to be kidding me" Dean muttered as the house slowly revealed itself.
They climbed out of the car and looked at the old fashioned white painted wooden farmhouse, complete with a wind vane the type with the fan style fins on it. A red barn stood a few feet away.
"Okay" Dean drew out "Who goes where?"
"Well I think one of us should stay with Abby" Sam stated
Nodding Dean placed a clenched fist onto the palm of his other hand, raising an eyebrow Sam did the same. Hitting the fist against their palms they stopped on three.
"Damn it" Dean sighed
"When will you learn Dean, always with the scissors" he smiled and patted his brother on the shoulder "I'll take the barn, you two take the house"
"Fine" Dean snapped stalking towards the house "Keep up short stack"
"Are you PMSing or something?" Abby asked following him
He opened the door and they slowly walked in, Abby standing close to him "Oh man it looks like the pilgrims threw up in here" his eyes travelled around the floral walls and neat surfaces.
They headed up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms "Oh I love these old shutters" Abby smiled
"You are weird" Dean stated nodding towards the door "Come on"
"Wait" Abby whispered when they were in the small hall "You hear that?"
Dean listened and turned his head towards a room "In there" he stepped forwards and pushed the door open quickly raising the shot gun. Firing off a round before he felt himself being pushed backwards.