She is so happy. She never thought, she would see her parents the way, she did this morning. Affectionate toward each other. She has actually never seen that before. She is making more arrows. Her father taught her, how to use guns at a early age.
Yet, for some reason; she didn't favor them, like she had archery. So, her parents had trained her in that art instead. She keeps a multitude of arrows in her quiver. Depending on what, they have to hunt. She has different arrows coated with certain things. For vampires, it is dead man's blood; etc.
She is daddy's little girl. She had been born when Campbell had been six, and Jonathon five. She, like Campbell was born with red hair. Although, her eyes are grey. She thanks her mom's hazel eyes for that. Well, when she had still had her eyesight. She had been named Lynn Roberta Winchester. She knows Roberta, after her uncle Bobby.
Lynn, no clue. She met Bobby a few times, before he died. She is 6'. She is feminine in the way, she dresses. One wouldn't think she is a tomboy, for she is like her father. She shoots, asks questions later, per se. Once she feels, she has made enough arrows. She separates them. She soaks certain amounts in different liquids. Holy water, dead man's blood, etc.
She has joined her parents and Campbell for lunch. She has been having a nagging in the back of her head, that something isn't right. She doesn't realize that there is tension in the room. She asks that someone pass the salad. She is about to take a sip from her cup, when the table is split in two. They react instinctively. Their weapons trained on their intruders. They relax when they see who the two are.
Dean helps Castiel up. Campbell has Serafina in his arms. "Abigail, get some blankets…Lynn, some water." They carry out Dean's instructions without questions. When they enter the den, they see the two angels are on their couch. Laying down, asleep still. Exhausted from the travel and injuries. Lynn puts a wet towel on their foreheads.
"Do you think, they will be okay?" "They should Lynn…Their physical wounds look superficial…Their internal injuries, could be worse," Dean tells his daughter, Abigail is by his side. Her head on his shoulder. She is gripping his sleeve in her worry. "Campbell, Lynn, go lookout." They follow their father's request.
"Its okay…They are gone." Abigail tells them. Castiel opens his eyes. It is harder for Serafina, who is still worn out. Dean crosses his arms. "What happened?" Castiel speaks for Serafina. She is still too weak to do much of anything.
He picks the images from her mind. "He found Sam…Serafina, went to watch over him…Ruby had been with him…He knew that she was there…She had kept herself hidden…She revealed herself, to protect him…Since, she hadn't been visible to them. She could have denied it, and remain ignorant…She more or less, let herself be tortured…Only they did something, that prevented her from guarding John."
"Sam, tried to send her back…Only unlike when I went through it, what they were doing would have been permanent…She begged him, to spare John…To take her instead, she doesn't remember much after that." "Serafina, do you happen to know, where he took him?" Serafina slowly looks at Castiel. "No, and neither do I…I didn't make it to them in time…"
Dean and Abigail have retired for the night. Campbell and Lynn are asleep. Their parents went to their room, when they were assured that Castiel and Serafina were comfortable and resting. Dean held her hand. Once they entered the room, Abigail went to the bathroom. Dean is looking at the empty sky, when she comes out.
She puts her arms around him. She is at ease, putting her head on his shoulder. He turns around and pulls her into his embrace. He kisses her forehead. "Don't worry, sweetheart…We will get him back." Abigail starts crying. He silences through, a kiss. They wind up on the bed. Abigail quickly falls asleep. Sleep eludes him, he looks into the darkness, where the moon would have been. He hasn't thought of them in years. If only, Ash or Dad were still here; they would know where to find Sam.
He sighs. Despair isn't helping him, nor does his age. He is still in good shape, as is Abigail. But he has to face it, their lifestyle has always made them seem older than their age.
What's wrong?" "This whole situation…My brother…Our son…Maybe, I should have taken the opportunity to have a average life. Like you had asked me, when Campbell and John were children…We may even have had more children." She scoots to the end of the bed. "I don't know…Our lives are how they should be…I think we still look good for being in our fifties, doing what we do."
His shoulders are slumped. She knows that he is crying. "Sometimes, I don't know…Where did I go wrong…How could I let him fall through the cracks…I am his big brother, and now he has our son prisoner." She walks in front of him. She caresses his cheek. Tears still evident in his eyes. She wipes one away gently.
She smiles, reassuringly. "I can't say this is all your fault, as much as I want…Sam and I may have been very close, when we were younger…But he knew what he was doing, and when you finally gave him that ultimatum…He choose to walk out on this family." He holds her like a lifeline, if he lets her go. He fears she will simply vanish. "So, what do we do now?" "We get our son back." She replies, steel in her voice. "What about Campbell and Lynn?" "I don't want them to know…Your brother already has one of our children…That is more than enough…Start packing." Before she leaves, she kisses him.
