HOW IT BEGAN...
"Dean, you're wrong. "Highway to Hell" is way better then 'Back in Black."
"Abby, you are way, uh, wronger then I ams...are...I mean am!" Dean retorted to his little sister. Even in the dark impala he saw her green eyes roll at his claim.
She scoffed and brushed her dirty blond bangs out of her eyes. Sometime she thought about mentioning to John that she was in despertate need of a haircut, and clothes without holes, hell they all did. But it would be a futile effort. Those kind of things weren't on top of the determined hunter's to-do list. Her older brother Sam sat beside her in the back of the impala, while Dean sat shotgun. Dean was the oldest, Sam the middle child, and Abby the baby of the Winchester clan. She playfully nudged Sam in the arm.
"What do you think Sasquatch?' she grinned. He forced a tiny smile, shrugged, then returned to the exciting act of staring out the window. The siblings were outside of an abanonded factory, waiting as their father was taking care of a demon in there.
'Okay..." She said awkwardly.
"Don't even bother sis, Sam's in one of his moods." Dean said annoyance sown into every word. The "mood" Dean was refering too was common lately with Sam. It was brought on by Sam insisting to their father that he be allowed to go to college. John and Sam would scream themselves hoarse, meanwhile Dean and Abby would sit, quietly watching.
"Dean-" she started in a small effort to try to defend her brother.
"Don't! We're sitting out here in the middle of the night, while our father is fighting a monster, and while we try to make it a little bareable, Sam's too good for that! He's just got to sit there and mope! It's just selfish!" He finished and breathed heavy, having poured so much emotion into his accusation.
'Dean that's not-
"Jovi" Sam mumbled. Dean and Abby looked stunned at their shaggy- haired brother. He spoke.
"Excuse me?' She asked.
"Bon Jovi over AC/DC." he said.
"Well we're no longer family." Dean joked.
'Wishes do come true!" Sam chuckled. Before Dean could fire back his comeback, they were squeezed into a hug by Abby.
"You guys are the best." Abby whispered.
"Dean, come in Dean." The hug was quickly broken apart as Dean reached for his walkie-talkie.
'Yes sir."
"You and your brother inside now. And before she asks, no Abby you can't come." John's staticky voice said.
'That's not fair! What a load-
'You heard him, stay here." Dean said getting out.
"Sorry." Sam said, but as he got out his sister pulled him back and called Dean over giving them another huge hug.
"Both of you come back in one piece." The brothers smiled at their sister's concern and nodded. Confined to the Impala she watched them disapear into the dark buliding. She reached down and felt the knife strapped to her ankle out of paranoid habit. Though she was 100% sure she'd feel a load safer with a gun, but John told her she wasn't ready yet. It wasn't that she couldn't handle one, he couldn't handle it. Handing over a gun to his youngest child would just be another remainder of the life he unfairly gave to his children. She decided to rifle through the box of cassetes in the car, while fiddling with the red "A" necklace her mother bought her before she was even born. She pulled her hand away at her mother's memory. Dealing with feelings was not her thing, she took after Dean in that department. As she did so an unnerving feeling settled in her stomach. For a reasons unknown to her she looked out the window. A slender siloette caught her eye as the women ran toward the back of the building.
Abby's hand found the door handle and before she knew it she was running right after the demon. Somewhere in her mind she knew this was stupid. Taking on a friggen' demon by herself? That was sucide. But something was pulling her to the vile creature. Arriving to the back of the building it was pitch black, but she could make out a tree line behind the building.
"Damn, she could be anywhere!" Abby cursed.
"Sugar, I wouldn't lead you back here for nothing."
Abby spun around, as she did so an old streetlight flickered to life. The light showed a young women, dress in a white dress stained with blood, her bright red hair stopped at her waist. That was a little hard to notice for Abby, who's eyes were glued to the women's eyes. They were just pure white. Breath caught in her throat, the situation at hand finally occured to her. She was alone with a demon, armed only with a knife. Crap.
"Darling, isn't it past your curfew?"
'You're a demon? Why are your eyes white?'
"What a keen observation! You see, I'm a special demon. My name is Lilith."
"Sorry never heard of ya."
'What a shame, I'm very proud of my work."
"My brother told me your kind likes to talk, but I never thought this much." She said smiling, hopefully Lilith didn't see how her legs shook with fear.
"I can see you're avoiding some questions." Lilith strolled over to Abby and began walking around her.
"First you're wondering if this blood on my dress is your family's?' She said smugly. Abby nodded, it had crossed her mind.
"Well ease your mind child. This belongs to a three month old named Angie."
"Gee, that makes me feel better."
"Does sarcasm help you not pee your pants?"
"You want to get to the point Judith?"
"It's Lilith." She hissed.
"The other thing your wondering is why I haven't killed you yet. It's because I want to offer you a deal." Lilith said stopping in front of her. Abby looked her up and down seeing if she was serious. Then she burst out laughing. Lilith wrinkled her nose at her.
"Is something funny?"
"You actually think that I-a born and raised hunter- am going to make a deal with you?" Abby asked.
"You're brother Sam. he's a smart cookie isn't he? Well a little birdie told me he's looking to go to college. But dear old John won't allow it. I can change that. I can change Dean's life too. Give them a normal life."
"And I get ten years?" Abby said stonefaced now. She gripped her knife with white knuckles, even through it was useless. A moment ago she scoffed at the idea that she'd make a deal. Now she was working out a negotionation in her head.
"Suddenly you're good enough to make a deal with me? What changed your mind?"
'I know when you make a deal you have to keep it. Now do I get ten years or what?'
"No, not that I have another idea. If I give you ten years, you get ten great years with your family. then go to hell. Okay that's a good punishment. But you know what would be even better? We make this deal and they forget who you are, and I send you off somewhere else to live. For the rest of your life you can't make any contact with them, or else I take it all away. Think about it. For the rest of your life you can never see your family again and you go to hell." Lilith finished looking particulary pleased with herself.
Abby felt a shockwave of pain split through her heart. Never seeing her family again? Then another thought reached her. Sam receiving his diploma. Dean getting married. John kissing his grandchildren. All things she could give them if she said yes. So it was a no-brainer.
"Deal." Abby whispered, eyes closed. She was not going to let a demon she her cry. Lilith smiled wide.
"I don't have to kiss you do I? Because offense intended, you're fugly." Abby said.
"No, a handshake will do." she replied and held her pale hand out to her. Abby looked out to the Impala memorzing every detail.
"Tell me again, why you're not just going to kill me?"
"Because this is just more fun." Lilith grinned. Abby slowly, and cautiously lifted her hand up and took the demon's hand, her necklace feeling heavy on her skin. Her hand was icy to the touch and sent chills down her spine.
"Tell them you don't remember anything." Lilith winked. Abby tilted her head confused.
Instead of looking into the face of the demon, Abby found her self lying on the ground looking up at a cloudy night sky. She was very cold, and simple turn of the head showed she was lying in snow on the side of a highway. She saw red and blue lights blinking and heard sirens howling. There were also screams and desperate crying. She began to get up on her elbows but stopped dead in the middle of it. A bus lay on it's side along with many unmoving bodies, people kneeling next to them and sobbing. The pure white know was stained with red all over.
'Young lady stay down, you don't know what injuries you might have." A male peramedic rushed to her side and pointed a flashlight in her eyes. She squinted and groaned at him.
"What's your name?" He asked her. She bit the inside of her cheek, and once again surveyed the horrific scene. Innocently as she could, Abby looked him in the eyes and said,
"I don't remember."
And so began the first step in Lilith's plan, and the first step in Abby's journey of love, death and sacrifice.
So do you think I should keep writing or did it suck? Please let me know! Thank you so very much for reading by the way!
