Hello there Supernatural fans! This is a story based in season 1 where Sam and Dean meet an abused little girl named Abby who they found in the house of a demon-possessed man. I was inspired by a story I came across in The Mentalist FanFiction section. I started writing this story on my ipod in my notepad and little by little I've added more depth and emotion. May this story have a good start and stay awesome the entire way through!
~Amnagreile99
Abby's POV
I was immobile. Utterly still as his fingers travelled up and down my body. Rubbed me and massaged my limbs. Silent tears ran down my cheeks, but I was still. I couldn't interrupt the process. It would only get him more upset.
"Yeah sweetie... That's nice." He murmured in my ear, brushing my hair through his fingers.
I stayed silent, let him do his work. Maybe he would stop it early and leave me be. He looked up at me and grinned a toothy grin, his eyes turning into those shiny black cockroach eyes for a second. I whimpered as he shoved my face into his bare chest, forcing me to kiss it as I struggled to breathe. I tried pushing away.
"You ungrateful slut!" He struck me. "You should be kissing my ass you bitch!"
I winced and stopped struggling. I let him run his hands all over me. He smiled and cupped my face in his hands.
"Yes honey." He breathed.
My adopted father had been so nice in the beginning... But one day it just changed. He completely turned into a different person. He started abusing me, hitting me and leaving purple and blue bruises. My arms and legs were bruised and I didn't even remember what colour they were originally. My face was beaten the worst. It was red and swollen, with bruises on my cheeks and eyes, so puffy and purple. It looked like he enjoyed what he did to me. He had friends too. They came over and they abused me. I could still feel the pain of his punches and kicks. Then this started. He had been drunk, and he had grabbed me, thrown me. I had screamed the first time, cried for help. But he only went harder. He hit me whenever I screamed.
"Do you love me?" He asked cruelly.
"..."
"DO YOU?!" He struck me on the face, I could already feel the red mark beginning to swell.
"Yes." I whispered.
It was the first word I had uttered in days, my throat was dry and scratchy. More tears ran down my face as he sighed in satisfaction. I heard the doorbell ring and he stopped, buttoning up his shirt. He left me there.
"Hide." He said, his eyes turning that bright black. I scurried into the small cupboard and crawled into it, closing the door behind me.
Sam's POV
"You sure this is the right house?" I asked.
"Yep." Dean responded, pulling up the driveway.
"You got the holy water?"
"You got the exorcism book?"
"Check and check."
We got out and walked up the driveway. The dark bricked house loomed over us, casting a large shadow. I rang the doorbell and counted exactly 10 seconds before a middle aged man with frazzled hair and a mismatched button-up shirt opened the door. Being quick, I pushed my way in while Dean splashed the man with holy water, making his shirt and skin steam. He screamed and writhed on the floor. I got to work, opening the incantation book and reciting the spell. Dean kept flicking holy water on him while I read. He kicked Dean on his back and jumped on him. I continued reading as Dean punched him in the face, pinning the guy to the ground. The demon screamed as the last of the incantation sent him back to hell. Dean pulled out a gun and shot the guy in the head, blood pooling out.
"Let's check the rest of the house." I said.
I headed for the door that was creaking open. An old wooden staircase lead to the basement.
"Dean, basement." I nudged my head to the staircase.
Starting down the steps, I could feel Dean just behind me, aiming at anything I wasn't. The basement was dingy, with dirt and grime everywhere. There was a single chair in the middle of the room. Other than a small cupboard to the side, in the darkness. The entire room was concrete, and the chair and cupboard seemed to be the only furniture in the room. Dean went over to the chair while I took the rest of the room.
"Dude, there's blood on this chair." Dean said, running his finger across the seat of the chair.
I heard a small gasp from the cupboard and moved slowly towards it. Holding my gun steady, I reached for the handle. I counted 1-2-3 and opened the cupboard door to find a small girl, not much older than 7 or 8, huddled into the small cramped cupboard. Silent tears were running down her face, which was covered in red swollen bumps. Purple and blue bruises covered her cheeks and eyes. Her arms, that were holding her knees tight, were also covered in red and purple marks. She trembled, fear almost pulsating from her with each shaky breath. She whimpered, a small, tiny sound, like a kicked animal. I realized that she had been more than kicked. The abuse that demon possessed man must have put her through... I almost shuddered thinking about it. I kneeled down next to the cupboard as she tried unsuccessfully to shuffle back more.
"Dean? Get over here... Now."
"What is it? Did you find- oh my god." Dean came over and kneeled next to me.
This made the girl more nervous, as she closed her eyes, as though waiting for something. The only sound out of her mouth was whimpers. I tentatively reached my hand closer to her and placed it gently on her shoulder. She flinched and drew away. I looked at Dean and he had both eyebrows raised. I slowly retracted my hand and leaned in closer.
"Hello." I said. "Are you okay?"
The girl opened one eye and trembled. She lifted her head which had been shoved into her arms and looked at me with watery and pain-filled eyes that I think broke my heart. Her bright blue eyes gave it a more watery look. I realized she had been abused by more than one demon, more than once. I shuffled closer and tried to reach out my hand again. She flinched away and stared at my hand like it was a poisonous snake.
"Dean, go move the body, when we get her out of here, she doesn't need to see that." I heard Dean's footsteps walk up the stairs.
"My name's Sam... We're here to help you." I reached my hand out.
She didn't respond. She didn't give any sign that she had heard me. I tried to touch her elbow. She flinched away again and buried her head in her arms.
"I know he hurt you." I said comfortingly. "But he can't anymore."
The girl looked up at me with eyes that seemed to say: But will you?
"I won't hurt you either. Neither will Dean."
The girl didn't shuffle away the next time I tried to reach for her. Her expression seemed to ask: Promise?
"I promise."
She looked to the right then wiped her eyes with her stained and grimy white t-shirt. She nodded and held out her arms to me. I pulled her out of the cupboard and into a straddle. Adjusting her position, I cradled her. My arms wrapped around her inner knees and back. She mushed her head into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck. For the first time in a long time... she cried. the sobs were still quiet but they were sounds. Slowly, I carried the little girl up the stairs and into the living room. There was still blood on the floor and she buried her head more into my chest.
"Dean, c'mon." I called softly.
The girl made small fists, bunching up my shirt in her hands. Dean turned to see the girl in my arms. She whimpered every little while. Dean followed me out to the car and opened the back door. I tried to drop the girl into the backseat but she clung to me. She dug her nails into my skin as gravity tried to push her into the car. She whimpered in a scared way, clinging to me.
"It's alright... I'll be right here. Just let go." I said soothingly.
The girl shook her head and grabbed onto me harder.
"It's only a few seconds."
The girl paused for a few seconds and took a deep breath, before unclenching her hands and climbing in the backseat. She curled up into a ball almost instantly and rocked back and forth. I got in the seat up front and closed the door behind me. Turning to look at the girl, she wrapped her arms around me from behind and put her head in the hollow of my neck.
"What's your name?" I asked.
She didn't answer, she just closed her eyes and held onto me. Her expression hadn't changed. It was an emotionless sorrow-filled longing of an expression.
"You don't want to tell me, do you?"
She shook her head.
"Can I call you something?"
She nodded.
"How about mini?" She shook her head. "Violet?" I asked, looking at her purple bruises.
She shook her head. I looked out the window and saw the dropping sunset. She looked hurt but I hoped she would heal. Even though she didn't talk... She seemed full of life.
"Sunny?" The girl froze for a few seconds, with the ever-unchanging expression.
She nodded. "Alright... For now, your name is Sunny."
Dean got in his seat and started up the car. When the engine roared to life, Sunny grabbed onto me and made a scared squeak noise.
"It's alright, it's just a car." I said.
"Sam, you know as much as I do... This I much more than a car. This is my baby." Dean said seriously.
"Yeah yeah."
"Anyway... What did that son-of-a-bitch do to that poor kid?" Dean asked, glancing back at Sunny.
She winced at Dean's words and silent tears ran down her face. She went limp and her arms slid away from me. I looked back at her to see her curled up in a ball.
"Dean, don't say that. I think... I think he called her that."
Dean looked back at Sunny with a worried expression.
"C'mon sunshine, come up here with Sammy." He said softly.
She looked at me in a way that looked like: I thought you said it was Sam?
"C'mon, it's okay. I held my arms for her and she climbed up front.
I held her in my lap, and she curled up almost instantly, putting her head on my chest.
"Whoa there Sammy, getting a little friendly there?" Dean joked, grinning.
"Shut up." I shot back.
Sunny looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Not you." I said.
She laid her head back on my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"It's alright... I got you."
Dean looked over at me and Sunny. Her eyes slid over to him and she wriggled a little.
"It's alright, he won't hurt you. He only does that to women who want it." I said.
"Hell yeah." Dean grinned.
Sunny looked up at me and made the first expression I'd seen from her. She smiled.
"Dean, she smiled."
"Of course she did. She's getting comfy with a college boy."
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
A smile stretched across Sunny's face again. I held her head gently and she closed her eyes.
"Abby." I heard the softest whisper.
"Dean? She spoke."
"What'd she say?"
"I think she told me her name."
"What is it?"
"I'm pretty sure she said Abby." I looked at her for confirmation and she nodded.
"Yeah... It's Abby." I said.
"Anything else?"
"No... Silence."
"Well, she was abused."
Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Didn't the guy have his hair mashed up?"
"Yeah?"
"And his shirt was messed up?"
"Yeah?"
"So, that means he must have had it unbuttoned, and buttoned it up quickly."
"Oh my god." Dean looked over at Abby. "Did he... Did he sexually assault her?"
I looked at Abby. She hid her head in her arms but the slightest movement showed that she nodded.
"Yes. Oh god... He did."
"Thank god we shot that son-of-a-bitch." Abby stayed silent but flinched.
"Dean, don't say that."
"Sorry."
"How long was this going on?" I asked Abby.
She held up one thin bruised finger.
"A week?" She shook her head. Then she held up 4 fingers. "4 weeks? He was doing this to you for a month?"
She nodded.
"My god." I almost held my hand up to my mouth but both my hands were occupied at the moment, one was holding her in place, the other was holding her head close to my chest.
"Why'd you let him do it?" I asked.
She pointed to her eyes and then to the black glove compartment.
"His eyes were black?" She had seen the demon eyes.
She was going to be scarred for life, this poor kid. I felt wet and looked down to see silent tears running down her cheeks.
Abby's POV
I still didn't trust them. Only the big one holding me was mildly trustworthy. Not yet. They could turn on me and flick their black eyes, then start the abuse all over again. It was comforting though, the big one... Sam was trying really hard to get a reaction out of me.
"Dean... What are we going to do?" The big one asked the one driving.
"Well have to bring her to an orphanage."
I shook my head.
"No? But we can't just take you with us!"
For some reason, I wanted to stay with these men. They seemed nice, but I sure wasn't going back to the orphanage. I had been too miserable there for too long. I would rather stay with these men than go back there. I looked at Sam in a begging manor, asking him silently to take me along.
"Dean... Look at her face." He said, showing me to the other man, Dean.
He looked at my expression, one of the very few I had made, and he crumbled. I could see him almost fighting himself.
"You have to watch her."
I almost cried out of joy. Sam looked at me and smiled, I realized I was smiling too.
"When was the last time you slept?" He asked, gently holding the back of my head.
I held up 3 fingers.
"Hours?" I shook my head. "Days?" I nodded.
"You should get some sleep, it'll be a long drive."
I almost whimpered. What would happen if I fell asleep? Would they hurt me?
"You'll be fine." Sam said.
My adopted father had done things to me... Terrible things, while I slept. Sam just looked at me with kind eyes.
"You look tired."
I hadn't slept in 3 days because of what he did to me. But Sam seemed different.
"Please."
I looked between Sam and... Dean before resting my head against Sam's chest and closing my eyes. I thought it would be hard, trying to relax after everything that happened but Sam tried to soothe me.
"Good girl." He said.
He started humming. Not like a baby song or anything, a song I had heard from an old movie, I think. It sounded like the song "My Mother." From the chipmunks movie and he hummed it low and soft. I felt my self drifting off into sleep. I let a few more silent tears drift down my face. But the grovelling hum of his voice faded until I was in a peaceful sleep, the first one I had had in days.
Thank you for bearing with me on this. When I first wrote it, I had no idea I had the ability to write something like this. I still don't know how I can keep going! But this story is somehow telling me to continue, as well as a friend of mine who read it beforehand. She said it was disturbing but yet she wanted to keep reading, and prompted me to continue writing it. For those of you who find this story disturbing or bad, I'm with you. I could barely comprehend what I had written. But I will continue this story, I have no reason, but I will continue.
~Amnagreile99