Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This chapter has information on the episodes up until 03/12/09. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice," followed with a new trilogy, starting with "Mission." This story takes place following the events in "Mission," and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes.

"Hey kid," he purred, gracefully pushing himself away from the wall with his boot.

"Stay back," she hissed, her hands clenching into fists. He took a deliberate step forward. "I said. Stay. Back."

With a devious grin, he put the other foot one step closer. April growled deep from her chest and jumped at him. Wes caught her mid leap and quickly had her back against his chest, his hand securely over her mouth.

"Shh," he whispered as he pulled around to the back of the building. She tried desperately to gain footing, just enough to kick and run. It wasn't going to happen; he was too damn strong and her feet weren't touching the ground. Instead, she extended her canines and bit down hard on his hand.

"Aggh, damn it," he swore. April jumped from his grasp and spun around in a defensive crouch. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Just stay away from me," April said. "Now, answer my question: what are you doing here?"

"I came to warn you," he said, wrapping his hand with a handkerchief he pulled from his jacket.

"That's laughable. You came to warn me that you were here," she raised an eyebrow.

"No," he hissed. "I came to warn you that you need to get out of town."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you," he said, his eyes looking dangerous. "Just, please, get out of here as soon as possible."

"No," she hissed, moving closer to him. "Why would I trust you after finding out what you did to Jesse and me? Do you think I'm some kinda of idiot?"

"Is that what you think," he said, his eyes wide in surprise. "You think that I think you're an idiot?"

"Yes. And do you admit what you did to me? The dream stalking?"

"Yes. But you have to understand, April. I - I had to do it."

"No, I don't understand," she said, approaching closer. "Why would you want to hurt me? I - I thought we were fri-"

"Friends? Friends come and go, April," he smirked, the smile not quite meeting his eyes.

"Wes, why did you do it," she said, approaching closer. "You hurt me."

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I had to do what I had to do -- but I meant what I said before. Leave town soon. You and your family are in danger."

He turned and sprinted into the darkness.

"Wait," April yelled, hurriedly chasing after him. It was too late, he was already gone. Strange, but there was something very weary in his voice and eyes; something that screamed that he wanted to be forgiven. Odd that Jesse had said almost the same thing when she confronted him; basically they were both keeping something from her. Perhaps it was best to be on her guard with either of them.



"April, is something wrong," Sam asked, looking up from his seat at the kitchenette in a corner of the suite. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something?"



"Ha. Ha," she tried to joke, her skin still tingling from her encounter with the vampire.



"Seriously, sis, you've been standing catatonic in the doorway now for a few minutes. What's up," Dylan pressed as he continued to lounge on the couch.



Huh? She looked to her left and right and discovered the door jam. Sure enough, she had somehow managed to walk back to the hotel room in a daze with absolutely no recollection of it. 

"We need to go," she said, rushing into the room to pack her bag. Her brother and uncle promptly went to her side.



"What," Sam said. She felt his hands grip her shoulders and he forced her to look him in the eye. "April, what's going on?"



"I'll tell you on the way home, alright," she said, shoving her last bit of clothes and weaponry in the bag. "Get packing you two. And Uncle Sammy, call Dad and tell him he and Mom need to skedaddle too."


"April," Sam sighed.



"Please, just believe me. I swear, I'll explain later."



"Ok," Sam replied. "Dyl, pack up. I'll give Dean a call."



"Why did April say we had to leave," Abby asked, dropping her bag in the new hotel room, her body still slightly shaky even after three days of getting the human blood out of her system.

"Sam didn't say. He just said that she told us to…skedaddle I think was the word. You ok," he questioned, locking the door securely behind him.



She nodded that she was alright.



"Awesome," he smirked. "Now, you go have some grub from the cooler, take a nap, and then shower and get ready. Whatever it is you chicks need to do."



"Ready," she asked, raising an eyebrow.



She tried to look into his mind, only to find him going through the lyrics of some Rush song.



"Ha. Ha. Blocked ya," he joked, plopping with exhaustion onto the opposite bed. "Stop snooping. It's a surprise."



"You're no fun anymore," she pouted, reaching into the cooler for a drink. 

She chugged it back, almost having to hold her nose to get it down. Abby's final answer; animal was swill compared to the sweet, aromatic, deliciousness of human -- Dean's pulse sounded loudly, taking focus in her mind.



'Calm yourself, Ab,' she warned. His pulse pounded in her ears from across the room, his breathing rhythmically slow. She cautiously glanced over to the other bed to see him sprawled out, his hand over his face. Her eyes traced his body from his feet up to his hair, until her gaze captured the pulsating vein in his neck. The canine teeth in her mouth elongated, slicing into her lower lip.



"No," she whispered to herself, turning away as quickly as possible. It was Dean she was looking at as food…and it would be all too easy to leap on top of him when he was defenseless like…"No."



"Hmm… you say somethin," Dean mumbled in his sleep, tossing and turning over in the bed.



Abby swiped another bag of blood and forced it down, making herself as full as a tick. Still, his blood was calling to her. She blurred quickly to the bathroom and locked the door, turning on the shower to drown out the whispered sound of his heart coming from the other room.



"That's Dean," she reminded herself as she covered her ears. "That's Dean. You won't hurt him. You can't hurt him. What is wrong with you?"



Wes' words ran through her head.
'Abby, humans are our food. When will you stop torturing yourself and give in?'



And she had given in to the need. The lust. The satisfaction. However, she could stop herself and not give into the ultimate temptation; she couldn't kill someone. But, even just to drink from Dean seemed…blasphemous. He had so much goddamned faith in her. It would destroy him spiritually to see her fail, and, in the end, she'd let him kill her and if he wouldn't, she'd handle it herself. There was no alternative.



Knock. Knock. Knock.



She froze.



"Abby," his voice called to her, still raw with sleep. "Hey, babe, are you ok?"


"Fine," her voice cracked. She listened for his pulse, finding she could still hear it but the need was gone. Thank god.



"Ok," Dean replied with a tone that said he didn't believe her. "It's just, you've been in there for over an hour…I was just checkin. Holler if you need me." 



'God do I need you, Dean. Maybe a little too much.'



It was only then that she noticed the water sprinkling onto her flesh was freezing cold. He was right; she had been in there for quite some time.



"Dean," she called as she literally jumped out of the shower, blindly reaching for something to dry off with. "When you said to get ready, what did you mean? What should I wear?"



"Look nice I guess," he chuckled from the room.

She finished with her towel and wrapped it around herself, her damp, dark hair tumbling down her back in smooth, black waves. Abby opened the bathroom door and entered their shared room, moving over to her suitcase on the bed to put together an outfit.


"What does 'nice' mean," she teased, her hands carefully organizing a casual evening look. He didn't answer. "Hello? Earth to Dean?"



Abby curiously turned her head to the side and stared at him through her strands of wet hair. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, looking at her with lust in his eyes. Dean was eyeing her in a way that he personally hadn't in almost a year. His gaze spoke of a want; of a primal need. The hunter in her could see it a mile a way, the vampire in her was filled with the pride of attraction and the woman in her wanted him to take her.

With a sly smile, she straightened herself up and dropped the towel. Abby dipped down and put her heels on first, not having to look up to notice Dean was enjoying her tease. With a slight slinkiness, she stood up and pulled a halter dress over her head. She spun around in front of him, her arms out, seeking approval.



"Well, is this 'nice?'" 

Dean walked closer to her, his eyes focused on her own. His stare made her catch her breathe. 



'Not yet,' his thoughts yelled. 'Don't do it yet. Trust. Trust. Trust…'



"I gotta go shower," Dean hurriedly said, walking around her and heading towards the bathroom. 'A very cold shower.'



Abby plopped down on the bed and pulled her knees up to her chest, pondering Dean's thoughts as he had maneuvered around her. Trust, he had repeated. Was he looking for her trust? Did he trust her?



'Maybe he shouldn't,' she sighed, reminding herself of the near slip-up earlier in the day. 'Maybe it would be best if he didn't trust me at all. At least I would know he'd be safe.'




Dean cracked the door open and looked into the room to find Abby on the bed watching TV. With a subtle click from the remote, he knew she had heard him.


"Thanks for putting the clothes in the bathroom," he said, smoothing out his shirt. "Didn't hear you come in."



"That was the point," she sighed. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You look nice."



"Thanks. You too." Well, truth was, she looked more than nice; she looked sexy as hell.



He was surprised to find a neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter as he strolled out of the shower. But, at the same time, that was Abby; always tryin' to help. She knew Dean planned something 'nice,' so he had to look 'nice' with her. A pair of nice dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and a gray-green long sleeved shirt rounded out the pile. He had to admit, she knew how to make him feel comfortable and look good without making him look like a tool.



"So, where are we going," she said, getting up from the bed and gathering up her purse.



"To the car," he smiled, opening the door for her. She huffed and rolled her eyes.



"Stop blocking me," she said as she slammed the passenger door of the Impala shut. He couldn't help but laugh at her. After all, a frustrated Abby was…well fun. Fun and totally attractive.



"What, you don't like that song, Ab?"



She lightly whacked him in the arm.



"That's abuse you know," he crookedly smiled.



"What, you gonna go all Lifetime movie on me now," she joked.

He put on some tunes as he continued driving. Dean couldn't hold back a smile as Abby sighed heavily in the seat next to him. She was getting restless.



"Well, I guess I let you in on my secret," Dean said. "We're going out to dinner."



"Dinner," she questioned, leaning forward purposefully so he could see her as he drove. "Dinner?"



"Yep, at a restaurant. Thought, maybe, you were ready to be around people again."



"You're TESTING me?! Brilliant. Fucking super. Dean -- this is so not a good idea," she said, setting her head back in the headrest of the passenger seat, her body clearly strained.



"Tell me why not? It's been over five days now, longer than it took for April to get better."



"Yeah, but I've been indulging for a lot longer than she had, Dean! I -- I don't know if I can do this."



"Why," Dean snapped as he pulled the car over to the side of the road outside their destination city's limits. "Why the fuck not?"



He parked the car and twisted in his seat and watched her rigid form next to him. She looked like she was in pain. He instantly regretted his move.



"Dean -- it's hard enough to be in the same car with you right now…and now -- now I'll be in the same place with a ton of people…people I don't care enough to stop from ripping out their throats," she panted, tilting her head towards him, her dark eyes penetrating. "That's the only reason I'm not hurting you right now. It's so much harder this time, Dean."



"Hey, hey, look at me," he said, tilting her chin up so their gaze met. "You're not gonna hurt anyone. At some point, you're gonna have to get back out in the real world again. I can't parent alone, Ab. And, for fuck's sake, I can't go to another one of those horrible Parent Teacher things for Jamie. You always said that would be your job. We just need you to be ok enough to talk and not want to rip her throat out…although last time I wanted to kill her myself --"



"This isn't something to joke about," Abby replied, deadly serious. "This is real. I don't know if I can restrain myself with so many people around…"



"You can. You've been doing good so far. Plus, I trust you…and I promise, I won't let you do anything to those people. Got it," he smirked.



With a heavy sigh of remorse, she nodded in accord.



"Good. Buckle up," Dean said as he put the car back into gear and headed into town.