Hello everyone! Welcome to my Supernatural Fan-fiction, Bad Company. If you were wondering why that is so familiar, it is a song done by the band, Bad Company, as well as a song done by them. (Though, I think Five Finger Death Punch did a great rendition of it.)
This is just an opening chapter or prologue that kinda gives you an insight of what exactly happened to Abigail's family and how John took her in. I'm sure that there will be mistakes within the chapter, so if ya'll could be so kind as to letting me know, I'll address them as quickly as possible.
Also, I'm still looking for an editor/beta reader to help me along with this story so that I can keep all of the characters within their characteristics and not OOC, as well as preventing Abigail from turning into a Mary-Sue. Help would be appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural franchise, Canon, or characters; just Abigail and her family, as well as the little side stories that I have planned out.
Enjoy!
I can remember it… It seems like it happened yesterday.
My parents...My sisters and brother… gone before I could do anything to help them; to save them. I was only fourteen at the time, still a kid to those who didn't know my family. I come from a long line of hunters, people who hunt down supernatural beings in order to protect others from an untimely, yet at times gruesome, demise. My mother and father were some of the best hunters around, specializing in demon hunting particularly. Every hunter knew their names, knew of them, or had the opportunity to work alongside them. Sometimes I went with them; sometimes I didn't and sat watching my younger siblings.
The perks of being the oldest of four.
My parents had very few friends, colleagues, whomever you wanted to call them. A few to name that were actually very close to them was Bobby Singer, Rufus Turner, and the Winchesters. My family owned a good sum of land in West Virginia so whenever either of them needed a place to crash or hide from the authorities; ours was the first place to go to no matter how far they were from us.
Being a hunter came with dire responsibilities. Watching out for my two sisters and brother was number one. Watching out for myself came last compared to anything else whenever it came to the wellbeing of them. I found out at a young age that I had these… powers. I had the ability to see all of the supernatural beings that we hunted for what they were, despite of their humanoid disguises. I was an essential part of my parent's hunts, unless it was deemed too risky… of course, the one time my parents leave me to watch my siblings… I end up losing them all.
11 years ago…
July 16th, 1994
Bruceton Mills, West Virginia-Putnam County
The day was so beautiful. Not a cloud hung in the sky, the sun shone brightly as it caressed the world in a blanket of warmth. A soft, cool breeze drifted by as it playfully tugged at my hair. I could see the twins, Michael and Shelby, and my youngest sister, Alyssa, running ahead of me. Laughing, giggling, and squealing in their childish bliss. Our home was very large, my parents owning almost ninety acres of land with a large cabin accompanied by a large stable, garage, shed, workshop, and guest house all within walking distance made it a great place to play for two ten year olds and a six year old. With ninety acres of land at the four of us' disposal, they had begged me to go to the stable to ride their horses.
It had been a few days since I had even seen my horse, a beautiful sorrel Quarter horse by the name of Dunn Got It Made or as I called him, Dunn. That familiar velvety soft, pink nose poked out of his stall as I walked up to him with a soft smile, "Hey buddy, it's been a while hasn't it?"
Dunn's big brown eyes stared back at me, pawing at the stall door. I couldn't help but laugh, "Hold on, big guy, I gotta get the kid's out." I dug into my jean short's pocket and pulled out a half eaten Snickers bar, putting my hand through the bars of the stall. Dunn moved over to where my hand was at, picking up the candy bar and chewed. I patted his muzzle before meeting Michael at his horse's stall.
"You wanna get him out, Mikey?" I asked, looking down at my shaggy headed little brother. Those big emerald green eyes glittered with excitement.
"Yes!" He exclaimed, reaching for his horse's stall door latch. Inside, a black and white pinto pony whinnied inside, probably in the excitement as well from what I guessed. Unlatching it, I stepped back a little, watching ever so closely as Michael stepped in with a grin, "Hey Oreo, I missed you!"
The little pony nudged him with his nose as my brother wrapped his arms around his neck in a hug. After the short embrace, he reached for the bridle and placed it on Oreo, then latched the lead to a lead rein, "C'mon, Oreo." Michael clicked his tongue signaling Oreo to come with him into the main area of the stalls where Shelby and Alyssa were patiently waiting. Alyssa grinned as she saw Oreo walk out.
"Sissy, do me next! Do me next!" She squealed with glee and clapped her hands. I laughed at her excitement, placing a hand on top of her head and ruffled her hair. Several horses in their stalls snorted and whinnied creating the most perfect atmosphere for anyone. Days like this couldn't have made me any happier or relaxed than where I was now.
"Hold on Alyssa, let me get Mikey's saddle put on then we'll get you good to go." I said as I turned to my brother, "Get your helmet. I'm not taking any chances on you guys getting hurt."
I then watched him snarl his lip up in protest, though he knew better than to say anything. With a simple nod, he walked over to where three helmets hung and grabbed them all by the straps. Handing them out to Alyssa and Shelby, he then placed his on his head. I smiled seeing his shaggy hair form curls around the circumference of the helmet and over his ears. I walked into to the tack room, pulled his saddle off of its holder, and walked back out setting it on Oreo's back. After inspecting every latch, buckle, and strap I nodded in confirmation that it was deemed safe for my brother to get on.
"M'kay Mikey, have at it." I spoke as I walked to Alyssa's pony's stall. A palomino pony stood patiently in her stall as I unlocked it and opened it, "C'mon Snickerdoodle."
Why on earth my sister named her horse Snickerdoodle is beyond me, but whatever made her happy I suppose. I put her bridle on, latched the lead to her bridle and lead her out of her stall where I then strapped the end of the lead to an iron loop, going back into the tack room and retrieved Alyssa's pink saddle. I shook my head at it as I did the same procedure on Snickerdoodle. Alyssa's semi-toothy grin, excluding two front teeth brought me great joy. I kneeled down beside the palomino mare and looked at my sister, "Alrighty, Alyssa. Come 'ere."
The little blonde haired child ran to me with a laugh that echoed throughout the whole stable, though it seemed to spook Snickerdoodle. She shied away slightly with a grunt, my hand instantly grabbing hold of her bridle, while my other hand wrapped Alyssa tightly against my body.
"Easy, Doodle." I said, "What's wrong with you?" After a moment, the little mare calmed down, though, warily, I looked down at my sister, "Be careful, Alyssa."
"I will, Abby!" She whined out, those puppy dog eyes of hers always got me. I smiled softly as I gave her a slight boost onto her pony. Straightening up, I turned to see Shelby leading her strawberry-roan Appaloosa mare, Dot, out. As much as I wanted to scold her, I knew that she was getting old enough to do things on her own.
I let out a small sigh, "Shelbs, you know I don't want you to get Dot out by yourself."
She looked at me, "Abby, I'm ten years old. I can do things by myself."
"I know this, but you know mom and Dad freak out when you do." I replied as I walked over to her and Dot, stroking the mare's nose. Shelby's piercing green eyes stood out from her freckled face, her curly brown hair pulled into a puffy ponytail. She pursed her lips in agitation.
"Well, I can do things on my own; I don't know why they don't see it!" She grumbled out, turning on her heel and walked into the tack room to get her saddle. I shook my head at my sister. As aggravating as she can be at times, I knew she meant well. I knew how she felt and I still do.
I stood back, watching every move she made, every buckle, latch, and strap she tightened, I watched intently to ensure she wouldn't get hurt. I was lenient compared to my parents, though at times, I would even say I was as strict as them. My brother and sisters were only kids. Hell, I was still only a kid. My father didn't see it though.
After I helped Shelby get onto Dot, despite the aggravated blows from her, I went back to Dunn's stall and got him out. The stunning sorrel stallion pranced his way out of the stall with a whinny as I patted his side. I only grabbed a blanket, throwing it over his back and hoisted myself onto him. The only thing that I had to keep him under control was his bridle and reigns, "Alright guys, do you want to go on the long trail or the short trail?"
"Long!" The three of the said in chorus, and with a roll of my eyes, I smiled.
"How did I know?" I muttered, placing a hand on my thigh where my Smith and Wesson .09 millimeter handgun was strapped securely. I never left without it, for the exception of school, "M'kay, Mikey, you're up front, Shelbs, you're in the middle, and Alyssa, you're in front of me."
My brother looked back at me with a smile as he nudged Oreo in the sides. The pinto gelding began walking, followed by the Appaloosa mare, then the little palomino. Gently nudging Dunn, he then began to walk, the sounds of hooves hitting the floor echoed until we made it outside until they were dull thumps. It was a beautiful day after all, so why not make the best of it?
As the day proceeded, the four of us enjoyed our day out in the sun. Resting beside the pond that was on our property, Oreo, Dunn, Dot, and Snickerdoodle stayed near the water's edge drinking as I kept an eye on my siblings who ran around and played tag, whilst I sat in the grass. I couldn't help but have an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I picked up on what spooked 'doodle, but whatever it was, I didn't like it. Something just told me to run or fight, and I frowned at that. Things like that don't normally happen to me while I'm home, but I guess as a hunter, you have to keep your wits about you. This world wasn't as safe as someone who didn't know about the dangers of the supernatural would put it.
Thirty minutes ticked by and the feeling still didn't leave. It sat hard and uncomfortable making me stand up. Dusting off the dirt and grass from my shorts and the backs of my thighs, I looked at my sisters and brother, "Guys, I think it's time to go. Something's not right."
Shelby threw her hands up in protest while Mikey groaned out, and Alyssa looked like she was about to cry.
"We just got here, Abigail!" Shelby complained.
"I know, but, I-I don't know," I said, shaking my head, "I just have a bad feeling. Like something bad is gonna happen. Don't question me."
She growled out in agitation, grabbing up her helmet and clambered up Dot. Alyssa slowly walked up to me with her helmet, "Do we really have to go?"
I smiled sadly at my sister, "I'm afraid so, Alyssa. I don't question my gut. Let me get you on Doodle." She nodded slowly as I lifted her small frame up onto the palomino. Once again, the little pony shied with a small whinny and I frowned. What is with this horse? I thought as I ensured that my sister wouldn't get hurt, I'm going to have to talk to mom and dad when they get home.
Seeing that Mikey was on Oreo and secured, I made my way to Dunn and hoisted myself onto him, "Go to the stables, and I'll handle all of the horses. Get to the house." I said loud enough for them to hear. With unspoken nods, we all made it back to the stable double time. I hopped down, going to Alyssa, then to Mikey, and finally to Shelby.
Getting ready to open her mouth, I gave her a dark look, "Don't say a word, I mean it Shelby. Get to the house and start pouring salt at every door and window seal, Alyssa, Mikey, you do the same."
I took off all the saddles, and bridles to the horses and showed them back into their stalls. Patting each one on the rump, I shut the stable doors behind me pulling out my handgun. The feeling worsened by the minute as I slowly made my way around the house, checking its perimeter. With a shaky breath, my hands mimicked the action as well. Over the course of my perimeter check, my heart rate shot up. Seeing that it was all clear, I made my way back to the front of the house. The sky, by this time had turned into an ominous dark gray, lightning streaking every now and then in the distance.
Opening the door, I stepped over the line of well placed salt. My eyes flickered to each window and door, seeing lines of salt where they needed to be. That feeling ebbed away knowing that my siblings had done something right, and for that, I was relieved. Getting to the living room, I found the twins and Alyssa sitting on the couch, their backs turned to me. I blew out a sigh.
"You guys did well," I said, "I'm going to call Mom and Dad, see how long it's going to be when they get here."
"Oh, that isn't needed." A voice said from behind me. I spun around to see a man with coal-black eyes. My face paled the second his visage changed into a creature far more terrifying than anything that I had seen, "My, you're an interesting girl."
"How-how'd you-?" I stammered out, gripping my handgun tightly. The demon let out a menacing laugh as he flicked his hand, causing my weapon to fly from my hands. I gasped out in fright.
"Courtesy of Alyssa," he said, "Little thing broke a salt line in the kitchen." My head snapped in her direction, my heart hammering against my chest, "Oh, don't worry. They're not harmed… yet. Something tells me that your parents aren't far from home." The demon took a step towards me, causing me to back up. With a smirk, I found myself up against the back of the couch, "So, sit and relax."
I felt my body fall backwards and onto the couch, a heavy weight washing over me inhibiting my ability to move. It felt as if it was getting heavier and heavier by the second, causing me to gasp out for air. The man with black eyes stalked around the couch to where I could see him and grinned wickedly.
"Why are you here?" I found myself asking, trying to be brave for my brother and sisters.
The demon tilted his head, "I have a bone to pick with your parents, and for that to happen, I have you four. Especially you," He placed his hands on my shoulders, getting eye level with me. My breath hitched in my throat as he got closer to my face. I struggled to move my face away from the demon finding it futile to do so. Lifting up my chin with a hand, I heard Alyssa screaming as his head went backwards and a stream of black smoke flew out of his mouth. It circled around the living room before making its way back to me and slammed into my body. My eyes squeezed shut, wondering if this was it. Only to peek and see that it retreated back into the man.
A look of seething rage fueled by fear engrossed his face as he roared out causing Alyssa and Shelby to start crying. It pained me to see them looking at me with fear in their eyes. Mikey sobbed and screamed as they all struggled to move. The demon reeled back with another roar of anger, smashing a lamp next to my head. I flinched, feeling the shards of glass cut across my exposed skin.
"If you're going to kill me, then do it!" I shouted, "Leave my sisters and brother alone!"
"Oh, I don't want to kill you. You," he said, laughing, shaking his finger at me, "You are a prize!" He disappeared, only to reappear behind Mikey, grabbing him by his hair, thrusting his head backwards to expose his throat, "Him? He's nothing."
"NO!" I screamed out, as the man suddenly pulled a knife out of nowhere and brought it across his throat. Scarlet blood gushed out as I watch my only brother die in mere seconds. The demon shoved his body to the floor, his blood pooling around him as Shelby and Alyssa both started to scream louder, "Mikey! No, please! No, no, no…" I whimpered out as I heard the door to the house slam open, "Mom! Dad!" I screamed out.
"Abigail!" I heard my father shout out as he and my mother ran into the living room, only to hear my mother cry out over Michael. I couldn't move my body to see their faces, but I could only imagine. Tears began to flow freely down my face as my breathing became harder and harder to process. I ended up blacking out shortly after, only to hear more shouts and screaming echoing in my subconscious.
With a gasp of breath, I jerked back into consciousness, sitting straight up. My head whipped around the room wildly, finding that I was able to move and stumbled clumsily to my feet catching sight of my brother and sisters on the floor in a bloody mess. I choked back a sob, stepping over them as I ventured into the dining area. I halted upon seeing my mother on the floor unmoving. Covering my mouth with my hands, I fought back hot tears continuing where I knew my father would've led the demon.
The room was dark, albeit the only lighting that had filtered through was the lightning that had streaked across the sky every now and then, "Dad?" I called out hoarsely.
After a few moments of silence, I heard a sinister chuckling from the far side of the room and coughing from my right, "Abigail, don't."
I jumped back, quickly running my hand on a switch revealing the demon standing in a devil's trap while my dad laid on the ground, a pool of blood around him, "Dad...No." I whimpered out, falling to my knees near him. Hearing the squelch of my knees sliding in his blood, I cringed inwardly, though I gently touched his chest, eyes falling on the knife that had wedged itself in his chest cavity. I knew in truth that he was slowly dying, and from the looks of it, he wasn't going to last long, maybe three hours tops.
"Well, lookie here." The demon said with a grin, "All that's left is you."
"Shut. Up." I ground out, not looking at the wicked creature inside the trap. My dad blinked several times trying to get his eyes to focus on me.
"Abigail, get out of here." He rasped out, "Call John. Just, get out of here."
I shook my head, "No, Dad… please, I can do this…"
He gave me a stern look, "Abigail, that's an order, leave."
I shook my head again, "No." Slowly standing up, I turned to face the demon. Anger and sorrow flourished within me in angry torrents as the demon smirked.
"Oh, how precious. Little angel, you can't do anything." He spoke with disdain.
I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus Spiritus," I spoke out slowly.
The demon began laughing, "Is that all you got?"
"Omnis satanica potestas," I continued the exorcism as if my life was ending. I could hear the demon curse at me and yell to obscure the exorcism. I knew my dad was counting on me. I had already failed him with my siblings. "omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," I opened my eyes to see the demon's face scrunch in pain, "omnis Legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." All at once, the demon fell to his knees, his head flying back in a scream as the black smoke billowed out of his mouth once more and engulfed the roof of the room when fire cracked through the smoke then it dissipated. I let out a shaky breath, turning to my father. He looked up at me with dull eyes.
"I told you to leave," he began watching me shake my head at him.
"I'm not going to leave you by yourself…" I said quietly, "it's my fault… I-I couldn't"
He raised his hand slowly touching my shoulder, "You did what you were supposed to. It was already waiting for you four…" He cringed, "I'm so sorry, Abigail."
I slowly shook my head as tears began to fall, "Dad, I could've done something…" My father coughed harshly before groaning out in pain, "Dad… don't… let me get the ambulance…"
He shook his head, "No, no ambulances…." He spoke out harshly, "John Winchester is a little over an hour out from here. Call him. He'll be here before Bobby or Rufus ever could…"
I nodded, getting up ignoring the fact that my legs were caked with my father's blood. I hurried into the kitchen where the phone was at and picked it up. Racking my brain through the several phone numbers that I knew, I tried so hard to remember John's.
Ugh! Why can't I remember his number?! I screamed out mentally as I finally came up with one. Dialing the number, I placed the phone to my ear and heard the phone begin to ring.
One ring… two rings… Oh, come on! I thought out on the brink of sobbing out of fear, "Hello?" I heard his gruff voice answer.
"Is this John?" I asked quickly.
"Yeah, who is this?"
"John, I have no time to talk, it's Abigail… something bad's happened to dad and mom," A sob ripped through my throat as I pressed my forehead to the wall, "Please, hurry…. I don't think Dad's gonna make it."
Instantly I heard the roar of the Impala's engine get louder, "Stay close to your Dad, Abigail. Do. Not. Leave him for any reason. Do you hear me?"
"Yes… please hurry," I whimpered out.
"I'm on my way." I heard the phone click and I started sobbing, placing the phone on the hook. Everything was happening so fast that I couldn't even think. Wiping my tears with the back of my arm, I gathered myself and went into the bathroom grabbing an armful of towels. Practically running back into the room where my father was at, he looked up at me with furrowed brows.
"Did you call John?" He asked weakly as relief seemed to wash over him when I nodded. I kneeled beside him and placed a few towels under his head as a way to give him a pillow. I then noticed his body shaking, and I knew that he was growing cold from the impending blood loss. Laying the rest of the towels over him, I sat and looked at him numbly. My entire family was about to be gone in the matter of hours or minutes.
His chuckling broke me from the numbness, "I remember when you were born, Abby…" he said softly, gripping my hand, though I barely felt his grasp, "You were so beautiful… just like your mother, you still are… You've made me so proud."
My lip trembled, forcing out a small laugh, "Dad…"
"Remember when you were five and we were making your mother a cake?" He asked and I nodded.
"Yeah," I said quietly stroking his cold face, "You sang me Hank Williams…"
He gave me a bloody smile, "Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'? How's about cooking somethin' up with me?" He coughed harshly, but continued to sing, "Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe, We can find us a brand new recipe?"
"I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill, And I know a spot right over the hill," I joined in, "There's soda pop and the dancing's free, So if you wanna have fun, come along with… me." My voice cracked horribly when I heard a series of boots hitting the hardwood floor from the other rooms.
"Abigail?" I heard John's voice call out with urgency. I slowly turned my head.
"In here," I called back hoarsely, when the sound of boots became faster and stopped.
My father looked up, seeing John and grinned, "Well, look who it is." He said with a weak grin.
John looked at him with pity, but nonetheless smiled back at his friend, "You look like shit."
My dad began laughing, only to stop when a surge of pain went through him, "Too bad you were already born that way, Winchester." He bit out with a lopsided smile.
John crouched, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, "Get you a bag and start packing," John said, "I'm going to speak with your father."
I looked up at him, teary eyed and nodded slowly, standing. I slowly emerged into the living room where John's two kids, Dean and Sam looked at me. Sure, I knew them well, though Dean and I didn't really get along. Sam and I however, we were pretty close since he was closer to Michael's age.
Dean looked at me in bewilderment, his eyes on the blood that had covered my clothes and legs. Sam gave me a pitiful look that told me instantly that he was crushed about what had happened. I merely nodded at the two of them, then cast my gaze to the floor as I made my way to the stairs that was nearby.
"Hey," I heard Dean's voice call out. I paused and looked at him with tears in my eyes, "You gonna be okay?" I knew he meant well, but I shook my head slowly, unable to speak without fear of me falling apart in front of them. I pushed my chocolate brown hair behind my ear as I climbed the stairs and onto the landing where I shuffled into my room.
Shutting the door behind me, I slid down the door and began crying. I curled up, bringing my blood covered knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them as I sobbed. After a good five minutes of sobbing, I stood up moving to my full length mirror. I looked awful as I peeled my shirt off, bringing it down on my legs in an attempt to clean my father's blood off of my legs. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until a good bit of it came off. A soft knock pecked on my door as I straightened up, pulling my shirt back over me, and slowly opened the door to see that it was Sam.
Without saying a word, he hugged me tightly around the waist and began crying. Holding him close, I fought back tears, "Hey," I said softly, "Do you want to help me pack?"
He nodded against my chest, "I-I can't believe this happened to you, Abigail."
"I'm fine," I replied softly. Of course, that was a lie and a half. I was nowhere near fine, "I promise." Big brown eyes looked up at me with tears in them as I wiped them away with my hands, "C'mon." I turned to my closet, digging out two duffel bags and handed one to Sam, "Just find my pants, shirts… things like that, alright? I've got everything else covered."
With a small nod, Sam started grabbing my jeans from my closet, rolling them up in the best way possible to cram whatever clothes I was taking with me… which brought me to the question, where was I going? I frowned, standing at my dresser as I pulled out my underwear, bras, socks, and a small jewelry box that my parents had given me when I was five. Placing everything into the duffel bag that Sam was stuffing several shirts and jeans into. I then moved to my bed, getting down on all fours and pulled out a large travel backpack. Sam's brows furrowed.
"What is that?" He asked, pausing what he was doing. I looked up at him and unzipped the backpack revealing all of my hunting equipment; maps, journals, GPS, flares, even MREs and extra handgun clips. His brows rose, impressed, "Whoa."
I smiled softly, "Yeah… always prepared for something… just… not this. I don't think anyone is prepared for this…" I shook my head, "I'm alone now." I felt Sam grab hold of my arm.
"No, you have me, Dean, and Dad." He replied, "We'll take care of you."
I shook my head, "I highly doubt that, Sammy…"
"I'm serious, Abigail," he replied with sincerity in his voice, "I-I'll talk to Dad."
I only ruffled his hair, "I'm sure, Sammy." I stuffed the last of my things into the second duffle bag. I bit my lip, "I'm going to clean myself up… If your Dad asks, I'm just finishing up."
With a nod, Sam looked at me sadly before walking out of my room. Getting both duffle bags and backpack, I drag them into my parent's room where I pulled out a few of my father's shirts stuffing all but one in them. I slipped into their master bathroom, twisting the hot water knob in their shower. Peeling off my shirt, shorts and undergarments, I stepped into the scalding hot stream of water and just stood there. My body was so numb, I wondered to myself how I was even functioning before I willed myself to grab a bar of soap. I started to scrub my body as hard as I could to the point I could actually feel pain. I scrubbed till I felt as if I was clean from everything. If I was dreaming, then this was one hell of a nightmare and it was working. Scrubbing my head with shampoo didn't seem to do any good either. I was sure that I had started bleeding from digging my nails into my scalp over and over again.
Once I was done, I stepped out to envelop myself in a towel drying my body off. Putting on a bra and underwear, I stepped into a pair of my mother's lounge pants, pulling on my father's shirt by means of comfort. My wet hair hung loosely when I pulled it up into a half-assed bun and walked out. By the time I walked out of the master bath, I could hear Dean and John's voices very loudly as if they were in an argument.
Great. I mused, picking up my bags. I stopped in front of my mother's jewelry box and managed to stuff all of her things into mine. This was it. I was alone for good. I took a large breath as I picked up my bags and walked down the stairs, seeing John and Dean look up at her from their argument.
"Did you get everything you wanted?" John asked curtly. I nodded at the man, glancing to the room where my father was in. I knew he was gone, "Dean, help her with her things. End of discussion."
He rolled his eyes at his father, less than thrilled about his decision, and started to approach me, "Let me get it."
"I'm fine," I spoke quickly, stopping Dean. I looked between the two men, "Really, I am."
John's brows furrowed, though he gave me a look of pity and merely nodded, "Alright. Put your things in the back of the Impala."
I willed my legs to start walking, and I did. Everything I did, I did so that the Winchester's couldn't see me break down little by little. I held my head up high as I walked by Dean and out the door. Sam sat on the front steps with a sour look, telling me that his father and he had words as well, though, he brightened up somewhat as I walked by him.
"Get this, Abigail, Dad's letting you stay with us!" Sam said with a smile. I stopped looking at him.
"Seriously?" I asked a little taken aback, "How?"
He shrugged, "He won't say."
I nodded, "Alright…" I looked at the black Impala sitting within a few feet of me.
My new home. I gazed over to the stables sadly.
"That demon," he said, looking over at the stables as well, "it killed them…"
Tears pricked at my eyes once more, "What?"
Sam shrugged, "Dean checked, there before coming inside, that's what he said."
I nodded again, then started to walk to the car, Sam is running ahead of me to pop the trunk. I managed to get my foot under it, and swiftly lifted the trunk lid as it rose; catching it with my chin. Sam laughed a little bit at my workmanship causing me to smile lightly at him. Placing all of my things into the trunk, I slammed the lid down at the sound of a match being struck, turning around. John tossed down a lighted match watching a trail of fire rush into the house. He and Dean rushed off of the porch and grabbed the both of us-Dean with Sam, John with me-and shoved us into the backseat of the Impala.
"We need to be out of here quick," Dean said, "This place is about to blow, and the cops are going to be crawling all over." He sent me a quick glance laced with hidden pity, before turning back to his dad, "Are you sure this is a good idea bringing her along with us?"
John sent him a glare, "Yes. It's the least we can do."
Dean let out a harsh breath as the Impala sped down my old driveway; a loud explosion from my old home shook the Impala. I clenched my jaw to prevent me from crying and lowered my head when it finally hit home.
Sam looked at me with a soft grin, placing a hand on mine, "Welcome to the family," He whispered. I glanced at him momentarily with tears in my eyes and smiled lightly at him.
The ride away from everything was quiet, for the exception of the radio playing a Guns N Roses song. I couldn't help but notice John glancing at me every now and then through the rearview mirror. I would avert his gaze to out in the night, watching the sky turn from an array of blues and purples to the blackness of night. The moon hung in the sky ever so lonely, stars twinkling and spreading out as the ride progressed.
Sam had long since been asleep, curled up in the back seat with his head on my lap as I stroked his hair absent-mindedly as I had done with Mikey. I couldn't help but look up to see Dean's head turned towards me, eyes staring into mine for a moment then turned back to the front. I felt like I was being pitied by what had happened. At the moment, I didn't care. In one hand, I held my mother's rosary, fingers running over the crucifix in a silly attempt to be comforted, while my other hand laid on Sam's shoulder.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep.
Black, soulless eyes stared back at me with glittering malice through greasy, shoulder-length, black hair. Upon paper white skin, thick blood had dried in large splattering patterns across their hands, arms, and face. Their face held a wicked grin with dark intent, however the illusions of that face had faded into the creature that had killed my parents and siblings.
Icy tendrils of terror had torn through my body as I stood frozen in my place. I couldn't move. I tried to scream for John, only to realize that a sound never came out. The creature sprang forward, slamming me into the ground with immense strength. Its claws and teeth stained with blood, my family's blood. My heart hammered within my chest, watching in terror as it raised its clawed hand to deliver the final blow.
"Abigail!" John's voice cuts through my screams and I woke up with wide, tear soaked eyes. My chest heaved with every pain-filled breath I took. I was still alive. I looked around frantically, seeing Sam standing off a few feet with wide eyes as John and Dean had me held down onto the bed, breathing hard as well.
"What happened?" I croaked out, shaking. Dean had let me go taking a step back with a deep frown on his face. John let me go as well, straightening up.
"Apparently you had a nightmare," John explained, eyeing me carefully as if I were going to go into another onslaught of fits. Slowly, I sat up.
Dean scoffed at his father, "Had a nightmare? She practically beat Sam in her sleep!"
John's eyes narrowed at his son, "Dean, watch your tone."
"No. You should've never brought her with us, Dad." Dean's hazel eyes bored holes into me with anger, "She'll only get in our way!" I hung my head fighting the urge to cry. I couldn't. Not in front of everyone.
Sam frowned at his brother, "Dean, she didn't mean it!" I heard Sam say, "Leave her alone."
"Enough." John snarled at the two arguing boys. Instantly, Dean shrank back with a sour look and threw me a glare. John looked back at me with a softened look, "Go back to sleep and we'll address everything that has happened tomorrow." I nodded slowly, watching as Dean stalked over to the other bed and climbed in, turning his back to me and John.
"I can't believe they're gone…" I whispered, feeling John put a hand on my shoulder.
Without another word, John nodded and turned, crossing the room to get back to the couch as Sam crawled back into bed with me.
A lone tear escaped, "I'm so sorry, Sam." I said, looking over at him.
He smiled a little, "It's okay. You didn't mean it." He wrapped his arms around me tightly, "G'night, Abigail."
I nodded, watching him slide under the covers and turned his back to me as well. Instead of going back to sleep, I remained awake for the remainder of the night—terrified that I would see the demon that had killed my family again.