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Sam's POV

The road flew past us as Dean drove down the asphalt.

"Where'd you learn that song anyway?" I heard Dean ask.

I was silent for a few seconds before answering.

"When we were on the road with Dad, in some motel. You were outside talking or getting food and this movie came on. It had the song in it and I liked it. So I went on the Internet and learned it."

"And you still remember it?"

"I've got good memory."

It was Dean's turn to be silent.

"Teach me."

"What?"

"Teach me the song."

"Why?"

"Because you can't hold onto the kid forever and when I'm left with her and she needs to go to bed, I can... You know."

"You don't have to."

"I see the way you are, how kids can... Automatically trust you. They shut me off but you, you get the hugs and the thank you's. This song obviously helps her and I want to... Get her to trust me, like she trusts you."

I sat there, bewildered.

"I mean, I don't want to be you or anything. But... She needs to be able to trust other guys, and I want to help." Dean continued.

My mouth lifted up into a smile.

"She's making you soft."

Dean looked pissed. "No! I mean-"

"Shh." I looked back down at Abby as she twitched and shivered.

Her tiny arms wrapped tighter around my neck, her hands curling into fists.

"I mean..." Dean said again, quieter. "You can't hold on forever."

"I'll teach you, it's fine."

"I mean it's not Bon Jovi or ACDC-"

"It's fine."

Dean focused his gaze back on the road while I stared out the window, occasionally checking on Abby. After I had been looking out the window for a few minutes, I felt a strange wetness on my shirt. I looked at Abby to see a tear trail on either side of her cheek, and her eyelashes glistening wet with tears as they flowed down and landed onto my shirt.

"Bad dream?" Dean asked, noticing the wetness of my shirt.

"I guess, a month of living with demons will do that."

I carefully moved her until she was laying more on her back than her side, and gently used my sleeve to dry her tears. She trembled slightly at my touch, but I started humming the song near her ear until she grew still again.

"Good move." I said.

"What?"

"Back at the restaurant. With the salad."

"That was my sharp mind thinking." Dean grinned.

"For a minute there when you ordered the salad I thought I was going to die from shock."

Dean had a smug grin plastered on his face as he looked between the road and me.

"Same with me for the burger thing you pulled."

"It got her to eat."

"Able to slay demons, destroy ghosts, yet found a challenge in trying to get an 8 year old to eat food." Dean smirked.

"We're going to have to be more cunning now. She'll need large meals like this on a regular basis to build up her body fat again."

"Yeah, she is really small, and I can bet the demon didn't feed her properly, or often."

"Dean?"

"What."

"Aren't you a bit surprised no one asked about her bruises? I mean, her clothes cover it a little, but her face is swollen."

"Maybe the waitress was a demon."

"Why though?"

"I don't know... But let's just quiet down, so she doesn't wake up." Dean glanced down at Abby again and she nuzzled closer to me.

I quietly sidestepped into the room while holding Abby tightly. She was still asleep, the food must of knocked her out. Dean locked the door behind him and immediately headed for the first bed, where he pulled the covers down. Slowly, and carefully, I laid her down and had to pry her hands to unclench them from around my neck. I gently pulled the covers until they reached her chin, her small body disappearing underneath the large, soft covers. I heard a stifled laugh.

"Dude, she looks like she's a disembodied head put on a pillow to look like someone sleeping." Dean chuckled.

"Dean, that's gross."

"Yeah but... Whatever. You said there was a few cases?"

"Yeah, I found something in some surrounding states that look like our type of gig. Omens, demons probably."

"Then we should head out tomorrow morning." Dean said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"You sure we should take her with us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Demons, Dean. We basically just rescued her from a demonic rapist and you want to go hunt one?"

"We won't be taking her on the freaking hunt." He gritted his teeth.

"But it could track her."

"She'll be fine. We put up some protection and draw a anti-possession mark on her arm in black marker."

"I just don't know."

"Would you rather leave her alone where she's more vulnerable to get picked up by another demon and possibly raped again?"

"No!" I defended.

"Well?"

"I just think we should drop her down at Bobby's, she'd be safer there than on the road with us."

"How far until Sioux Falls?"

I grumbled. "Why do you want her on the road with us?"

"We can protect her if she stays close." Dean said, pulling a beer out of the mini fridge.

He uncapped it and took a small drink.

"Sam?" He asked for assurance.

Abby would be safer if she stayed with Bobby, out of harms way. If we brought her with us, she'd be in a direct line of fire. But some extra precautions, demon blocks, locks to keep her in, bribing the motel owner to watch her... I ran my hands over my face then glanced at Abby. She looked so small and innocent. She was our responsibility and I didn't want her hurt. But Dean and I would be gone most of the day, and who would watch her? Unless she realized the danger of leaving and just stayed put. But when were things that easy? We would have to tell her what was out there for her to get it, she'd already seen demons, this would be beneficial... Probably. We'd just have to trust her.

"Fine."

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