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CHAPTER TWO: POSSESSED

"Flare?" the new arrival asked, leaning down over the girl. "Flare, can you hear me? Are you all right?"

Dean looked over at Sam, nodding to let him know that he was okay.

"Y-Yeah," Flare answered weakly before turning her attention to Sam.

"Oh, Flare!" the girl gasped, wrapping her arms around her. "I thought I had lost you!" A tear fell from the girl's eye. Then, she turned her attention to Sam and Dean. "Who are you?" she asked, her tone a mixture of bitterness and worry.

"They're friends," Flare assured her quietly.

Dean grinned at this new girl. "We're the ones who brought her here."

The girl looked at Flare, then at Dean. "You're cocky. I don't like cocky people." Then, she once again turned her attention to Flare. "What happened to the animals? They are going crazy. A whole pack of wolves tried to attack me on my way here?"

"It has something to do with that black smoke that came through the forest a few weeks ago," Flare stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm going to get the doctor," Dean huffed, annoyed by the new girl's opinion of him. He walked out the door.

"Black smoke?" Sam asked, stepping closer to Flare. "Flare, there was black smoke in the forest before the bear attacked you?"

Flare nodded. "I'm thinking it was a demon."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Hey, wait, how do you know about all of this demon stuff, anyway?"

Slowly, Flare pulled back her hair, revealing her pointed ears. "Plus, I'm a hunter."

"Oh," Sam breathed. "Great. Dean and I could use a couple of extra hands on this job. I mean, if you girls want to help."

Abbey rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm going to start the paper work so I can get you out of here," she explained to Flare, walking out of the room. "Plus, that other guy, whatever his name is, is taking too long finding the doctor." She walked out of the room without another word.

Sam watched as she did. "Did I say something that upset your friend?" he asked, hoping he hadn't.

"Adopted sister," Flare corrected. "And, no. She's always like that." She gazed into Sam's hazel eyes. "Thanks, by the way."

Sam chuckled. "I didn't do anything. You're, uh, adopted sister took care of all that." He smiled again, flashing her his best smile equipped with all of his Sam Winchester charm.

As Abbey walked through the halls, she put her head in her hand. She was beginning to get one of those headaches that always happened after she brought someone back from the Reaper's clutches. She wasn't looking where she was going, and she ran head on into something, causing her to fall backwards. She looked at what she ran into a saw the other man that was in Flare's room standing over her. Quickly, she jumped off the floor, attempting to cover her clumsy move. "Watch where you're going!" she yelled at him, hoping he would go away. He still didn't have the doctor with him, which made her a little angry.

Dean shook his head, knowing it wasn't his fault but at the same time figuring he should amuse the girl. "Sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Abbey said, pushing him out of the way so she could talk to the nurses. She wondered how much she could push this guy before he finally snapped. Ooh, this was going to be a fun new game to play. "Hey, I need to get the paper work for room 5 so I can take her home," Abbey ordered the nurse.

Flare bit her bottom lip, wondering how she was going to ask Sam the question that was on her mind. "You...seemed like someone you really cared about was dying. But, we just met."

Sam looked at the ground, becoming a little shy all of a sudden. "Yeah, I guess." He looked back up at Flare. "I don't know, it's just...I feel drawn to you in some way." He rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Did I just make myself out to be a total stalker, 'cause that wasn't my plan." He smiled at her again.

Inside, Flare warmed up as she thought Sam felt the same way she did about him. But she needed to be sure. "Like, how?" she pushed, desperate for answers. She placed her hand over his, reassuring him.

Sam blushed slightly when he felt Flare's hand on his. "I-I don't know. It's just a feeling that...we belong together." Sam rolled his eyes again. "I know, that sounds so creepy."

"I...I feel that way, too," Flare said, blushing. "But, what I am..." she trailed off, unable to complete her sentence.

"I don't care what you are," Sam assured her, glad to know she was feeling the same way. "I mean, you're not evil, are you?"

Flare shook her head. "No. I started hunting when I was sixteen," Flare started. "My parents were killed by a yellow-eyed demon...so I took care of Abbey." She sighed, the hurt of the memory becoming overpowering.

"I'm sorry, but she needs to stay overnight," the nurse answered sweetly.

Abbey slammed her fist into the counter, not caring that she was causing a scene or that the man who knew Flare was staring at her. "No, you can't keep her here. I have to take her home!"

"It's the doctor's orders. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"No," Abbey said, firmly. "I don't care what the doctor said. I need to get her home. She doesn't need to stay here, she's fine. Now, just give me the paper work...or I will have to get it myself." Abbey wasn't messing around. She would jump over the desk and sign her sister out if she had to. And there wasn't anything that could stop her.

"Do I need to call security?" the nurses asked, getting angry.

Abbey had to stifle a laugh. She would like to see them stop her. "It wouldn't do you any good, lady," she informed her in a cocky manner. She was letting her body prepare itself for a fight; and she was a little surprised when she found she was itching for a confrontation.

Dean placed his hand on her shoulder and whispered firmly, "Cool it."

Sam was shocked by Flare's last words. "Your parents died in a fire? Was it in your nursery?" Maybe this was why Sam had felt drawn to her.

"No," Flare answered, shaking her head. "Abbey's family did. But mine..." Again, she was unable to finish. Tears were streaming down her face, now. "I'm sorry," she apologized, sniffling.

Sam felt bad as he watched Flare cry, but he needed to know. He tightened his grip on her hand, moving his free hand to wipe away her tears. "It's okay. You don't have to talk about this if you don't want to. Just, about your sister, Abbey. Does she have these, special abilities? They would have started about twenty-two years after the fire."

Flare nodded. "You saw her powers. And ever since she got them, she's been acting...angry."

"Angry?" Sam repeated. He shifted his weight to his other foot. "Um...would you say, like, homicidal angry?"

"Sometimes," Flare admitted.

Abbey shrugged the man's hand off her shoulder. "Don't tell me what to do," she ordered, turning her anger on him, now. She didn't care that he was almost a foot taller than her, she would fight him. She could take him. "Who are you, anyway. And what are you doing with my sister. You're not her friend! We don't have friends!" She was in his face, now, just as the nurse began to call security.

"Hey, back off," Dean warned, just as security arrived.

"Miss, would you kindly remove yourself from the premises?" the taller guard asked.

"Yeah, I'll kindly remove myself from the premises as soon as this bitch gives me the paper work I need to release my sister," Abbey retorted, not taking her eyes off the man who kept dodging her questions. She didn't trust him for one second. "Now, if you don't mind leaving," she waved her hands between herself and the mystery man, "we're kind of in the middle of something."

The guard who had spoken to her grabbed her right arm, ready to escort her. However, Abbey had other plans. She flung her arm to the side, taking the security guard with it. Piece of cake. She knew they couldn't take her. As the second one ran for her, she punched him in the nose, then kicked him in the gut, sending him into the opposite wall. Once she was done with the security guards, she looked at Dean, the look in her eyes begging him to start something with her.

As much as Dean wanted a piece of this action, he knew Sam wouldn't approve. Therefore, he grabbed her arm and began dragging her back to Flare's room; probably a little more roughly than was necessary.

Sam couldn't reply. He didn't know how to tell Flare that he may have to kill her sister.

As though she were reading his mind, Flare sadly stated, "I know what you might have to do."

Sam looked at her, surprised by how well she was taking this. "I don't want to have to do that," he admitted sheepishly. "Do you think you can control her? Make her not turn homicidal?"

For a moment, she was silent, remembering her sister's recent downward spiraling. A tear slipped from her eye. "I really don't think I can."

Sam put a reassuring hand on her cheek, knowing no words were needed to let her know that he was doing his best to offer her comfort.

"Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch!" Abbey yelled, pulling her arm away and quickly uppercutting Dean, feeling a rush when her hand connected with his jaw. "I want to know who you are and what you want with me and my sister!" When he didn't answer fast enough, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. "Tell me!"

Flare heard Abbey yelling down the hall. "Crap," she whispered, standing. "Follow me, Sam."

Sam didn't know what Flare was doing, but he trusted her, so he did as he was told.

As Flare rounded the corner, she saw Abbey holding Dean against the wall. "Abbey, put him down!" she ordered.

"They're not our friends, Flare!" Abbey spat back, tightening her grip on Dean's collar. "He won't even tall me who he is." Abbey chuckled. "Hell, he's afraid to even fight me! You are too trusting, Flare! Theses guys aren't our friends! No one is our friend."

"Sam, stay here," Flare whispered before running at Abbey. The girls' bodies collided, causing Abbey to lose her grip o Dean.

Abbey faltered, but didn't fall. Flare wasn't that strong and she knew it. However, she wondered why she was fighting for these men. "Flare, what are you doing?" she asked, shocked.

Sam ran over to Dean,helping him off the ground. "Dean, are you okay?"

"Stopping your madness!" Flare yelled, trying to get Abbey on the floor so she could pin her there.

Dean nodded. "What is that girl?"

"You can't get me on the ground, Flare," Abbey assured her, laughing a bit. "I'm too strong, now." Abbey wouldn't fight her sister, but she wasn't about to let her win the fight either.

"She's like me, Dean. She's one of the children the demon had plans for. I just can't understand why she wasn't at that place he drug us to. But that doesn't matter. We need to help her before she completely loses it and kills someone, Dean." Sam looked over at the wrestling girls, then back at his brother. "I'll get Flare out of the way, and you can deal with Abbey. Get her to the car as fast as you can, Dean, I'm serious. Flare and I will be outside by the car waiting."

"You're not even the person I grew up with, Abbey. Hell your not even human anymore!" Flare was getting weaker.

"I am human, Flare," Abbey corrected. "I'm just stronger, and faster. I feel like I'm a new person. Can't you just accept that? I'm not hurting anybody." She smiled a little. "Well, not anyone that wasn't asking for it, anyway." She winked at Dean.

"Okay, Dean, on my count," "Okay, Dean on my count," Sam said, preparing to grab Flare and get her out of there. "One. Two. Three!" Sam ran over to the women and grabbed Flare, wrapping his arms around her waist and carrying her out of the hospital. He stopped running once he reached the Impala, putting Flare down. He looked at her and smiled. "Don't worry. Dean's going to get your sister."

Flare slumped to the ground, feeling weak, but managed to get back up. ""S-She is to strong for a normal human to get her. I have to." Flare said before slumping to the ground again.

"You're scaring your sister!" Dean yelled, trying to distract her.

"My sister's fine, Dean. That's what your name is, right? Dean?" Abbey asked, circling him like an animal stalking it's prey would. "Well, Dean, I think it's time for you to go beddie-bye." Abbey ran for him, knocking him to ground, wresting with him until she was on top, holding his wrists down on the ground. She leaned in real close to his ear and asked, "Am I scaring you yet, Winchester?" She allowed her tongue to dart out and lick the top of his ear slightly.

Dean struggled below Abbey. "Let me go, you bitch!"

"Ooh, baby, your word cut like a knife," Abbey cooed looking Dean in the eye once more. "Come on, Dean, you can't tell me you don't recognize me. Well, last time you saw me I was in a different body, of course, but you should still be able to tell who I am." She punched Dean, momentarily letting go of one of his wrists, but quickly pinning it back down. "Huh, maybe if I was possessing your precious Sammy again you would know who I am."

"Meg!" Dean growled, struggling under her once more.

Sam ran over to Flare, helping her up from the ground, holding her steady. "Flare, what's wrong?" he asked, becoming concerned. He looked around the parking lot and to the hospital doors. Where the hell was Dean?

"Sam, your brother is in danger," Flare warned weakly.

"What?" Sam asked, not understanding how Flare could see that Dean was in trouble. "What do you mean? Is your sister going to hurt Dean?" Sam felt tears as he was torn between staying and helping Flare or going to help his brother. Dean had been fighting for years, he could handle one little girl, Sam figured, deciding to stay with Flare.

Suddenly, Flare ran back into the hospital, tacking her sister, this time managing to pin her down.

Not caring about hurting Flare anymore now that the cat was out of the bag, she easily flung Flare off of her and into an oncoming Sam.

Quickly, Flare scrambled to her feet. She began to speak in Latin. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

Dean was also on his feet now. He looked at Flare, surprised by how well she spoke Latin. Heh, he thought to himself. It's the girl version of Sam.

Sam immediately recognized the words Flare spoke, knowing she was about to exorcise the demon from her sister. He sighed when he saw Dean standing, glad he was okay.

Meg threw her head back and screamed as she was exorcised from her current meat suit and thrown back into the pit where she belonged.

Abbey slumped to the floor once Meg was out of her, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She looked around the place she was in, not remembering how she had gotten there. When she saw Flare, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, when she saw the men she was with, she cringed back into the wall. She wasn't much of a people person these days since her abilities had poked their head out. However. her abilities were useful in a bind. Not only could she start people's hearts back up once they gave out, but she also had some telepathic powers as well.

"It's okay, Abbey," Flare assured her. "They're friends." She held her hand out to her sister.

Abbey took Flare's extended hand, allowing her to help her off the ground. "Flare?" she asked, sounding helpless. "What happened?"

Dean looked at Sam before leaving the hospital.

Sam stood up, walking over to Flare. "Come on," he coaxed. "We should get moving before we lose daylight."

"I'll explain everything later, okay Abbey?" Flare coaxed. "Come on."

They walked out of the hospital, not even bothering to fill out the paperwork to release Flare.

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