She didn't see Dean again till nightfall. She'd been under strict orders to lie down till they were sure she didn't have concussion, but it seemed that Dean was avoiding her completely. Sam had gone to God knows where, promising to pick up beer and with strict orders to bring back pie (from Dean of course), and Bobby was making calls to some hunter Abbie had never heard of before. Things had really changed since the last time she was here.

She pushed open the door to the spare room upstairs which was mainly used for storage nowadays, searching for her backpack which Bobby had kindly brought for her while she was in dreamland earlier. Just after walking through the door she looked up to see Dean, straight out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist as he went through a dark green duffel bag in search of fresh clothes.

"Well hello..." she winked, her hand still on the door handle.

"Oh, hey Abs." he said casually, only allowing himself to look up for a split second before returning his attention back to the search for clothes, his dark hair still wet from the shower.

"I was, erm...just...Oh yeah! Looking for my bag." She blushed, averting her eyes from Dean's half naked form as she spotted the black backpack laid just behind the door.

He really had changed. The scrawny, early teenage figure she remembered had gone. It was strange to see Dean so grown up, and even stranger to find herself still attracted to him. Seeing him in only a towel had just confirmed it. Grabbing her bag, she stumbled on an apology for walking in on him and silently left. Closing the door, she shook her head and grinned to herself, biting her bottom lip.

Dean, Dean, Dean.

Around a half hour later Bobby let Abbie and Dean know he was going out to collect something from the unknown hunter, asking if they wanted anything. A pizza was suggested but with a sarcastic comment, it was unclear whether he would actually bring one back or not. Abigail was sitting down by the desk, fiddling with her leather jacket, Dean was leaning against the fireplace.

"You didn't tell me you were going to hell", Abigail blurted out. Wishing she hadn't the second the words left her mouth. The silence had been going on for a few minutes and it seemed as though a spell had broken when she spoke.

"Are we really going to get into who didn't tell who what?" He commented.
The blow hit Abbie like a punch.

"Dean, don't."

"No, I think I should." His eyes still didn't meet her own.

"Why? Arguing over this isn't going to change anything! I can't change who I am, Dean."
Her, let's call it - "condition", caused her to have a short temper.

"You should have told me!" Dean yelled back at her, his heart racing, only he didn't understand why.

"Would it have changed anything? When you found out, you couldn't bear to look at me", Abigail calmed her voice, taking cautious steps over to Dean's tense body.

She stood before him, reaching out to rest her hand on his waist.

"You...and me...I... I didn't know what to do. Everything I knew told me to kill you. But, I mean, it was you, y'know? I'd known you forever. We made mud pies in the summer and you were my first..."

He didn't need to finish that trailed off sentence. They'd shared their first kisses together. And at 16, Dean had fallen in love. When he was away with his dad, he missed her like she was a piece of him he'd left behind. That's why when he found out her secret he'd tried so hard to forget her, so he wouldn't have to kill her just like every cell and instinct in his body implored him to. A recent hunt with Sam had made him see things differently though, and now he was ready for a second chance, although he'd never admit it to Abigail. He was too proud.

"Dean..." she whispered, slowly heightening herself on tiptoes, pulling her body closer to his.
She'd missed the closeness of someone else. Sure there'd been other guys, just like with Dean there'd been other girls, but she'd never felt the same way as how she'd felt when she was with Dean. It sounded cliché, but he felt like the missing part of her. The trouble was that Dean and Abigail were just as explosive and stubborn as eachother. Dean, however, loved it when she got mad. He loved the way her eyes exposed how vulnerable she really was, just like he loved the way he could press her against a wall and kiss her so hard it would make her forget why they were even fighting.

"I did love you" he confessed in a hushed voice, "I really did."

Abbie didn't reply, in words anyway. Dean's hand ran across the bruising on her cheek which was blossoming outwards from where he'd punched her. She tilted her face up to look into his eyes as he leaned down to meet her lips. Abigail flinched from the barely healing cut running down her lip as Dean kissed her. Years of angst, passion, and heartache pouring into that one kiss. It had summed up everything the pair had been trying to say since they re-united earlier that day.

When Abigail pulled away she saw the small smile that rested on Dean's lips.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want to lose you", she confessed.

"Tell me now", Dean replied in a soft voice, "Show me."

Show him? The last time she'd showed him the burden she'd carried all her life, they'd been in the middle of a massive fight. In hindsight she realised that the time wasn't exactly perfect, but it didn't change the fact that he'd left. Or the fact that he didn't even try to contact her for nearly ten years, probably more if they hadn't met by sheer luck on that day.
Stepping back a little, she perched on the edge of the desk and closed her eyes.

"You sure?"

He didn't answer straight away, and instead took her hand, leaning close to her. He whispered "yes" into her ear and confirmed his choice with a series of light kisses down her jaw.

"I'm not going to run from this", he smiled.

A few tears escaped her sapphire eyes, betraying her tough girl front as they defiantly rolled down her cheeks. Dean reached up to wipe them away, but she took hold of his hand and moved it away from her, her own hands shaking. Her lips were quivering as she fought to hold back the tears that were rapidly threatening to spill. She needed to get through this. She needed to reveal the monster the really was with at least a scrap of dignity.

Exhaling a shaky breath and forcefully wiping her cheeks with a trembling hand.
Dean watched as another set of teeth, these ones sharpened to a threatening point, descended from her gums.
A vampiric set of teeth that were specially bred for quick and efficient killings.

TBC
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