The Soul of a Demon
Chapter three: Fight of Wills
Sam and Dean sat at the opposite end of the table as Abby, back at the Roadhouse. Abby never once looked at them, her head always down. Dean and Sam couldn't stop looking at her. They were waiting for Bobby to come back, for Sam had called him and told him they really needed him on a case back home. We didn't tell him that it hit pretty close to home for him, though. That's something better saved for an in person conversation.
"You guys, I hate to admit it, but I'm pretty scared right now." Abby stammered, not lifting her head at all. Sam's face softened.
"You have every right to be," he stated softly, "We have never encountered this before," Abby looked up when he said that, her eyes dark with shame.
"Why would you encounter this before? What are you guys? Heros?" she asked, wanting to know everything that could be related to her. Dean scoffed.
"What are we? What in the Devil's name are you?" he asked, not so sweetly. Sam elbowed him.
"Dean, seriously, be nice! She has been through a lot," said Sam, merely getting a roll of the eyes as a rebuttal.
"Sam, come' on we hunt things like her for a.." he trailed off, looking to Abby, fearing that he had let too much slip. She looked to him, completely broken. He wanted her dead; he wanted nothing more to do with her. To him, she was sure, that she was just something to be eradicated. She fought the tears that threatened her vision. She would not cry for him.
"Abby, you deserve to know that truth. We are Hunters." He stated, waiting for recognition to come across her face. None came, so he continued.
"Sam," Dean said in a warning voice, "we don't know if this was all a set up, you shouldn't tell her anything."
"If it was a set up, then she would already know what I am about to tell her, so what is the big deal?" he stated, using his know it all tone that Dean loved so much. He merely crossed his arms across his chest.
"We basically hunt anything and everything that is supernatural. Like that thing that attacked you today," he started, looking to Dean, and then back to Abby, "we believe that he was a Demon." Abby looked at them, realization in her eyes.
"This is actually making a lot of sense. Look, I'm sorry guys, for everything that has happened since I came here. I have no idea what is going on with me." She looked to them both, "But I could really use your help, especially because you guys know about this kind of stuff." The hope and fear in her eyes made Dean think twice about his dislike of her, and what she is. He then snapped out of it, Demon's were deceptive. They had come across that time and time again. He wasn't going to fall for it.
"No." Dean stated firmly before Sam could get them in any deeper. "We have other cases that need attention," Abby's face fell.
"You're calling me a case? Where do you get off?" she yelled, anger settling into her features once again. She tried to back off though, in case that is what triggers her...episodes. Dean looked to her sharply.
"Look, your lucky we're leaving you alive, demon," he seethed, disdain dripping from every syllable. Abby suddenly became dizzy, the room spinning. They weren't going to help her.
"Fine," she stated, done trying to win them over, "I'll leave, and you'll never hear from me again. Just please let my uncle know that his sister is dead, and now I know why. Oh, and I know why his mom and dad died, and why his wife was murdered. I know it all now, and tell him that I'm sorry." She got up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. The brothers watched her leave, as she dropped that bomb on them. Dean came to his senses first.
"What do you mean, you know it all now?" asked Dean, his need to know why everything happens taking over his need to have Abby out of his sight. Dean couldn't decide whether to kill her, or kiss her. Literally. She never even turned around.
"Because when that Demon came to me, he made me remember everything, and showed me everything." She kept walking leaving the boys in their seats, completely at a loss of their next move.
"Dean, don't just sit there, go after her!" Sam yelled, pushing at Dean.
"Dude, don't touch the merchandise," he stated, still following his brother's instructions. Dean ran out the door of the roadhouse, to see Abby backing out of her stall.
"Wait," he yelled, as he waved at her. She merely ignored him, so Dean jumped in her way. Abby slammed on the breaks, barely missing him. She got out of the car, steaming.
"What the hell, Dean! DO you really want me to kill you? That's twice now," she yelled, slamming her car door behind her. Dean smirked.
"Well, maybe you'll get it right on the third try." He said, as he walked towards her, ever cautious in case she really wanted to try to for that third time.
"You know what they say, third times a charm," she smirked, as he came closer, "and you can take your hand off of the knife in your jacket pocket, I'm not going to kill you," she said, pointing to his jacket.
"What knife?" he asked, charmingly, as he let his hand drop to beside him.
"Whatever Dean, now what do you want so badly?" He stepped a little closer, leaving little space between them. Despite herself, and how angry she was at him, she still found it hard to breathe with him that close to her.
"Sam thinks we should help you, and from what you said before, you might be able to help Bobby. He is like a father to us." He said. Abby swallowed as his eyes bore into hers. Why was he acting like this, now after all that he had said?
"So, you don't want me to come back, just Sam." She stated, crossing her arms across her chest, as if to use it as a barrier between him and her. She leaned as far back as possible against her car as well.
"Yeah, well, I still don't know if I can trust you," he said, not backing down.
"Then why should I come back then? I am not going to be in a place where there is someone watching me all the time," she stated, on the defensive again.
"Now, Abby don't think of it like that, think of it as helping out what is left of your family," he smirked, knowing that she couldn't say no to that.
"Dean, you're incorrigible," she stated, glaring at him.
"I will take that as a compliment," he smirked. She growled, and pushed him away from her. Dean was not ready for her new found strength, and fell straight on his perfectly shaped butt. Abby smiled down at Dean, as a beat up Camaro pulled into the lot. The guy jumped out of the car, going straight for Dean.
"How many times do I have to tell you Dean, do not try to pick up hunters, you'll only end up flat on your ass!" he grumbled, as he went and helped Dean up from the ground. Dean nodded in Abby's direction.
"She's not a hunter, Bobby, she's something else though," he stated, rubbing his backside. Abby started at the mention of this guy's name. She stood there, unable to move. This was it; this was her uncle, her last family member alive. If she went away right now, maybe he wouldn't be touched. Maybe the Demon wouldn't come after him too.
"Well, anyone who can put this guy in his place is a friend of mine," he stated, putting his hand out to her to take. Abby looked at it, a moral dilemma waging war within her. She looked up at her uncle, and then at Dean, who merely shrugged at her unasked question. She looked back at the hand. She felt the tears come to her eyes, as she stepped towards him, throwing her arms around him, startling him to death.
"Wha-!" he yelled, causing Dean to laugh.
"Bobby, meet your niece, Abby,"
AN: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading and reviewing XD I always love to hear what you're thinking about the story and your theories, so review or PM thanks! and sorry for the shortness, the next one will be longer XD
XoXo Rainy
