Chapter 2

Abby awoke the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She slipped out of the bed and walked over to the small kitchen room on the side of the hall and saw her Cousin, Sam, standing there. "Good morning Sammy"

"Good morning Abs." Sam said picking up the coffee pot

"Don't call me that." Abby replied as she watched Sam pour the hot coffee into one of the foam cups.

"Don't call me Sammy and I won't call you Abs." He put the pot back down on the maker and gave his cousin a smile.

"Whatever," Abby returned the smile, "so what is for breakfast?"

"Whatever Dean brings back."

As if on cue Dean walks in carrying a box of Krispy Kreame doughnuts and a cup filled with OJ.

"Yes! Doughnuts and Orange Juice, you just love me Dean don't you?" Abby took the cup of OJ from Dean as she said this.

"Yeah…sure…" Dean said really not sure how to reply to what she had said.

Sam walked over to Dean and took the doughnuts. Dean was left standing there in front of the open door. "Ok…so you guys are not hungry at all" He said sarcastically as he closed the door.

"Nope" Abby replied with a smile, "not at all" She took a doughnut from the box and sat down on the bed.

Dean just shook his head and walked over to get himself a doughnut. The three sat there enjoying their breakfast and talking about the plan for the day.

"Alright so this is the plan" Dean started "Sam and I will go around town and talk to the residents and stuff like that and Abby you can stay here and do the researchy thingy you are so good at on the internet."

"Researchy thingy?" Abby gave her cousin a questioning look.

"Yeah," Dean replied with a smile "then Sam and I will come back and together we'll go to the library. And Abby you are not to leave this room. You got that?"

"Yes sir," Abby answered saluting him.

Sam couldn't help it; he bent his head down and let a small laugh out. Dean just rolled his eyes at the younger two Winchesters. "You losers," he said in a whisper then said in a louder voice, "You ready to go Sammy"

"Yes Dean I am and the names Sam." He said getting off the bed.

"Whatever, bye Abs"

"Hey my name is not Abs" She replied giving him a fake angry look

"Don't ya just love me?" He said giving her a smile then let it fall and said in a serious tone "Don't forget what I said, Abby"

"Ok Dean" Abby replied rolling her eyes then said with a smile "and no I don't"

Dean and Sam smiled at her, said one last good bye and were out the door.

Abby took a nice long hot shower that morning. After getting out she twisted her hair into a bride. She then grabbed the laptop and began to search. Finding nothing she grew bored and began to draw. Her drawing was random. She had drawn a beautiful flower.

"I'm never going to find anything here." She said aloud to herself "I'm just going to leave for the little while. Dean will never know."

She grabbed her bag, got her shoes, and left the room. She walked the few blocks to library. As she was walking she passed an old Victorian style house with a beautiful garden in the front. Surrounding the garden was a pearly white fence. She looked over the fence and found the flower she had drawn.

"I've never seen this flower before" she whispered to herself. The gate was slightly open. Filled with curiosity she entered through the gate and walked over to the flower. She bent down and looked closely at the flower. She touched the pedals with her fingers. They felt as soft as a fleshly launder shirt. She let her hand move to the hidden stem to find out more. Not knowing that there had been thorns on the stem she cut her finger.

"Fudge" She whispered to herself as she jerked her hand away. Abby examined her finger. There was a small cut (a little bit deeper than a paper cut) bleeding. "Man that hurt." She put her finger in her mouth to stop a little of the bleeding then she took her finger and wiped it on the bottom of her t-shirt.

After dealing with the cut Abby left the yard and continued to the library.

The woman stood in her kitchen looking out the window watching the young girl look over her flower. "No" her cry was just above a whisper as she watch the girl cut her hand. 'Don't concern yourself with that girl' a voice inside head told her.

"No stop this; I don't want to do this anymore." She told the voice

'You can never stop. You wanted silence and now you got it.' The voice replied.

"She doesn't deserve this." Her eyes were filling with tears

'Yes she does. She and her friends shouldn't be poking their noses into other people's affairs.' The voice told her 'now go back into that room and get those boys out of here as quickly as possible.'

The woman collected herself and walked back into the living room to finish her talk with the two men that had come in.