Worlds collide
When Abigail was 18 she spent the summer semester working at Singer Salvage with Bobby. She wanted extra cash to supplement what her parents had saved to put her thru university. In Newfoundland jobs were scarce since the cod fishery had been closed by the federal government. A teenager couldn't really compete in a job market where former fish plant accounting staff were willing to work minimum wage cashier jobs. So when Bobby said he needed a hand getting the office in order she jumped at the offer. Spending the summer in a warmer climate, easy office job, extra cash and time with Uncle Bobby what more could a girl ask for?
A mop, apparently. Bobby had been neglecting the house for quite some time and it showed. There were stacks of books everywhere; dust covering every surface, there was more grease in the kitchen than in a fast food joint and the office. It looked like the filing cabinet had exploded. She was afraid to look in the bathroom.
After making a survey of the damage, she turned to Bobby and said "I want twelve dollars an hour and you had better clean that bathroom before I even step a foot in that direction."
Bobby had the good sense to look chagrined. He was quickly realizing that beneath the sweet exterior the girl had a steel backbone.
"You know you're just like your mom." He said as he walked away to find the cleaning supplies.
After spending the first week scrubbing the house from top to bottom, while creatively cursing Bobby, Abigail settled into the mind numbingly boring job of creating order from the chaos that was Bobby's office. She managed to get Bobby to get rid of the receipts from the 60's and was working on clearing out the 70's. She kept having to remind him that the IRS could only go back 7 years if they did an audit. He tended to look dubious when she mentioned this fact.
Sometimes when overwhelmed by the shear mass of paper Abigail would head out to the yard and help Bobby strip parts for resale. It was on one of those afternoons she first laid eyes on the Winchester men. Abigail was under an old Ford pickup taking bolts out of the base pan when she heard the roar of a muscle car engine. Given the nature of the salvage business it wasn't an unusual sound so she kept on working. She heard car doors slam and a chorus of "Hey Bobby" issued from her left. She dropped the last nut into the bucket and slid out from under the pickup holding the base pan.
Three very startled sets of eyes regarded her, clear brown, soft hazel and sharp green. Family, she thought. The owner of the clear brown was the father, quickly introduced as John. The soft hazel belonged to Sammy a gangly 13 and the sharp green eyes were Dean's 16 and, by the way he stood, full of himself she noted. She smiled at them before turning to Bobby and gesturing to the base pan.
"Bobby I know we promised this one to Mike for his truck but I think this is worse than the one he took off yesterday." Abigail stated as she pointed to the spots where rust had eaten thru the metal.
"Call him anyway he'll take the news better from you."
"Sure no problem," She smiled and turned to the Winchesters "Will you gentlemen be staying for supper tonight?"
"Is Bobby cooking?" Sam asked.
"Good Lord no" Abby looked appalled at the thought.
Both boys looking in askance to their father who replied straight faced, "Well as long as Bobby's not cooking."
Abby laughed "See Bobby I told you. Your cooking is God awful."
Bobby sighed and pointed to the house and said "Go on, and call Mike about that damn base pan before he calls again."
"Aye, aye Cap'n'", She saluted and sauntered away shooting a mischievous grin at John, Sam and Dean.
"What's up John?" Bobby asked, "Not that's not great to see you and the boys but it is strange to have you drop in out of the blue like this."
"Well we ran into something we've never encountered before and we were hoping you might have some information on how to kill it." John replied as he flipped open his journal to a sketch.
Bobby took the book and studied it. "I'm not sure I've seen this before either. I'll take a look in the books. Sam, Dean run up to the house and show Abby the sketch. Damn girl reorganized my books and now I can't find anything."
At 13 Sam's hormones had gone into overdrive in the past year he had shot up 6 inches, all his baby fat had fallen away and he could think about were girls. When he saw those long legs sticking out from in under the truck his dirty little mind had kicked into overdrive thinking about what would emerge from beneath the truck. He wasn't disappointed. She was above average height, 5'8" he'd guess. With black hair that was shot thru with red in the sun. Her eyes were the color of good chocolate, her skin looked like cream. At first she had been wearing one of Bobby's old shop coats but as she walked away she stripped it off to reveal the body of Jayne Mansfield, the 50's movie star. He was dying to get close to her any excuse would do even if it was to find out how to kill that thing in the forest.
Sam poked Dean and told him to come on. Dean hadn't been paying attention to the exchange between his dad and Bobby. He was still looking in the direction the Abigail had gone. Despite her fantastic ass, there was something odd about her that Dean just couldn't place. Maybe it was the accent, it sounded vaguely British but not quite. Maybe it was the fact she'd been working on one of Bobby's old wrecks. Or maybe it was the fact she made Bobby look happy, that wasn't something Dean was used to seeing.
Both boys were amazed at the transformation inside the house. Gone were the precarious stacks of books that looked ready to topple at a sneeze. Dust bunnies no longer frolicked on the floor, and the kitchen didn't look like in the inside of a bad fast food joint. The office, where the found Abigail, looked remarkably clean years of invoices were neatly stacked and labeled by year. The top of the desk was actually clean with room enough to house the phone, calculator and notepad.
Abigail smiled up at Sam and Dean as they entered the office. She said goodbye to her customer and hung up before addressing them.
"Hey guys what can I do for you?"
Oh so many things Sam thought as he gazed down the V of her tank top. He managed to pull his eyes up to her face but not before he was caught. She gave him a small shake of the head and a look that said do it again and I'll break something. Dean had also caught Sam's gaze and smacked him up the side of the head and grabbed John's journal and passed it to Abby.
"Do you think you could find one of Bobby's books that might have information on this?" Dean asked politely making an effort not to look at her remarkable cleavage.
Abby looked at the sketches one was of a man with antlers growing out of his head and the other showed a man with a stag head. "I don't think Bobby has any books about this guy but I'll take a look. What do you need to know?"
"Umm… I guess who or what it is, what it does and how to kill it." Sam replied
"I'll see what I can find after supper. I need to get things started, if you'll excuse me?" Abigail stated as she stood up to leave the office.
As Dean watched her leave he was struck by the feeling that she knew something about the guy with the horns. He left the office to tell his father his suspicions. He found his dad working on the Impala in the yard. When Dean told John about his gut reaction to Abby's attitude and the way she had gazed, almost longingly, at the sketch John nodded and told Dean he'd take care of it.