Abby rolled over in her sleep feeling an arm wrapped around her. She cocked an eyebrow and opened her eyes a little looking at the arm and then continued up the arm to the owner to see it was Dean. She blushed a little remembering how he told her the first night they shared a bed he wasn't the cuddling type but every time she woke up his arms would be around her or she would be lying on his chest with his hand rubbing her back.

Dean and Abby weren't in a relationship but they've gotten closer to each other. They were becoming good friends which sort of scared the both of them. They never really had any friends except for their own family.

Abby heard a noise behind her and turned her head feeling sleep about to take her over from the thoughts of Dean. She saw Sam walking around and she tried to wake herself up.

"Sam?"

"Uh, hey Abby, it's alright, I'm just going to get some coffee."

She smiled and turned into Deans chest. "Ok, don't stay out too long, Dean will have your head." She snuggled into Dean's chest and sighed falling back to sleep not hearing Sam leave.

"Abby, Abs, wake up," said Dean shaking her awake. "Abby come one!"

She groaned and rolled over seeing Dean over her. "What?"

"Sam's gone."

"No, he went to get coffee." She rolled back over.

He rolled her back to face him. "What? When did you see him?"

"Um, I guess early this morning, why?" She saw the fear in Dean's eyes and she sat up. "Dean what's wrong?"

"Like I said Sam is gone. He took his clothes, laptop, everything of his is gone. Now tell me did he need to take that stuff to get some coffee?"

Abby removed the covers and grabbed a pair of jeans. "Don't worry, Dean we'll find him. He can't be too far." She pulled on her jeans and heard the squeak of the bed. She turned to see him sitting there his head in his hands.

"It's all my fault," he said.

"Don't say that..."

"No, listen it is my fault. I shouldn't have told him what my father said to do to him." Abby walked over and crouched in front of him.

"We'll find him ok." She grabbed his hands and made him look at her. "Together, we can do it together." They stared into each others eyes hard until he nodded.

"Ok...ok..."

"Let me call my mom..." She said standing up.

"Wait, you're calling your mother?"

"Yeah, why?" She grabbed her phone and looked at him as he was putting a new shirt on.

"Just that you two didn't part on best terms..."

She laughed and gave him a peck on the lips. "It's ok...we're mother and daughter, even though we yell and scream we'll always be able to talk to each other."

He shook his head. "Women."

She dialed the Roadhouse and waited patiently. She swallowed when she heard her mothers voice. Harvelle's.

"Ma..."

Abby! Where are you?! You run off in the middle of the night! You disconnect your phone without telling me!

"Ma, calm down!" But Ellen didn't listen. She kept going on and on. She took her cell phone away from her ear and rolled her eyes as her mom kept nagging and yelling. Dean walked back in and stopped quickly hearing Ellen's voice echoing through the room. Abby saw his face and couldn't help but snicker but she stopped hearing her sisters name.

"Jo? Wait where's Jo?" she asked putting the phone back to her ear.

Haven't you been listening?! Jo left...she went out hunting. I told her as long as she's under my roof she aint. She left...stubborn just like you. Both my girls!

"So you haven't heard from her?" She asked now in a quiet voice and started playing with her necklace.

She sends postcards but I don't know where she is exactly.

Abby put her hand over her head and leaned on the table. "Ok...I'll find her mom. I promise...I'll bring her home...but right now, I need to know if you've seen Sam."

Sam? No, no I haven't. Her mother paused. Are you with those Winchester boys?!

"Ugh...Yes! Ma! Yes, I am with Sam and Dean Winchester!" She stood up from the chair nearly knocking the chair over. "Happy to hear it! I am with Sam and Dean! Would you also like to know that I've been sharing a bed with Dean?! Because I have!" Dean's eyes widened. Did she have to tell Ellen that?

Are you sleeping with him?! My God, I will have Ash trace this call and find you and kick his ass myself!

"No ma! I'm not sleeping with him! Jesus, no...ma please, we need to talk about Sam right now. Not my sex life." Dean raised his eyebrows and smirked. She just glared at him. "So you haven't seen or heard from him?"

She heard Ellen sigh. No, nothing.

"Please if you hear anything, call me or Dean."

Oh, I'll call Dean alright.

"Ma..." She whined shaking her head. "Don't...just call me...alright?"

Yeah, alright, I love you Abigail.

"I love you too ma." She hung up and sighed. "Jesus I'm exhausted."

"Did you have to tell her about us sleeping in the same bed? I really don't want your mother coming after me. I have enough coming after me."

Abby smiled and walked up to him wrapping her arms around his neck. "Like I said the first day I met you, my mother's not the one you have to worry about." He chuckled knowing she would was the only one that would be able to make him smile during a rough time. "Plus I told her not to hurt you, so I think you'll be ok...now, let's go find that pain in the ass brother of yours."


Dean and Abby were driving in when his phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

It's Ellen. Dean swallowed hard and glanced at Abby. Dean, I'm not going to flip on you for kidnapping my daughter.

"I didn't kidnap her..."

I know, I know my daughter. I know Abby, she likes you and trust you. I think she sees her father in you." Dean looked over at Abby when something she said on the hunt in Philly popped in his head.

I will run up to him and he'd pick us up in his arms. I'd breath in that old leather jacket of his.

Dean looked down at his leather jacket and back at Abby.

But that's not the reason I called...I called because of Sam.

"Have you heard from him?"

I have, but...he made me promise not to tell you where he is.

"Come on Ellen, please! Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid."

Now, Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever. Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise and she sighed. Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana.

"Thanks." He hung up.

"Where is he?"

"Lafayette, Indiana." She nodded and felt the car speed up.


Dean pulled into the motel they had Ash trace his cell phone. He pulled outside the room and saw Sam through the window.

"Well, thank God you're ok," said Dean and Abby looked over. The two fo them watched Sam move and then saw a girl with him. Abby looked at Dean shocked as he chuckled. "Oh he's better than ok. Sam you sly dog."

"Wow, go Sam, at least he's getting some."

Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smirk on his face. She shoved his shoulder. "Shut up."

"What? I didn't say anything."

"I know you Dean Winchester, I know what you're thinking. I've been with you and your brother for a couple weeks now. I know how you two think." The two of them laughed and then there was an awkward silence between them, one they never had before.

They just looked at each other as Dean leaned closer to her. Something Ellen said touched him, how Abby felt like she could see her father in him and he wondered if she really felt that way. He liked the idea of someone needing him.

But they broke away from each other hearing gun fire. They looked around and heard it coming from the roof. Abby and Dean grabbed their guns and headed for the roof.

Once they were up there a man both of them knew as Gordon Walker was shooting at Sam and the girl in the room.

"Gordon!" Dean kicked and punched him. "You do that to my brother, I'll kill you!"

"Dean wait!" yelled Gordon.

Dean continued to punch Gordon as Gordon somehow was managed to grab his sniper and knocked Dean out. Abby stood their aiming the gun at Gordon.

"Drop it Gordon!"

Gordon turned around and smirked at her. "Abigail, Abigail, Abigail...you're looking good. What do you think your daddy would say seeing you with a Winchester?"

"Shut up! You have no right to talk about my father!"

"Put the gun down sweetie before you hurt yourself."

"Screw you!"

"Sweetie," he said now aiming the gun at her. "I suggest you put the gun down because both of us know that you won't have the trigger finger to pull it on a human, but me."

Abby swallowed looking between Gordon and Dean. Dean was unconscious and Gordon was aiming a sniper at her. She closed her eyes and lowered her gun.

"Good girl," he said smiling and she threw the gun over to him.

"What's this about Gordon?"

"Just get over there with your boyfriend and help me take him to the car."


Dean and Abby were tied to the chair as Gordon was doing something behind them.

"Are you ok?" Dean asked looking at her.

She nodded. "Fine, just always thought if I was going to be tied up next to you, we'd be alone together and doing something else."

He chuckled, she always tried to lighten the mood. "Once we get out of here, I can promise you, I'll tie you up all you want."

It was her turn to laugh and that's when they heard Dean's cell going off. Gordon came around them and grabbed it.

"Now, no funny business." He pointed the sniper gun to Abby's head and she closed her eyes.

"Hello?" answered Dean.

Dean.

"Sam, I've been looking for you."

Yeah, look, I'm in Indiana...Lafayette.

"I know."

You do?

"Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town...you ditched me and Abs, Sammy."

Yeah, I'm sorry, look right now, there's someone after me.

"What? Who?" Dean glared at Gordon.

I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you guys?

"I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street. Why don't you meet us here?"

Yeah sure. Sam hung up and Gordon laughed taking the gun away from Abby's head.

"Now was that so hard?"

"Bite me!"

Gordon laughed and leaned against the wall beside Dean.

"Gordy...I know me and Sam ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme? Why don't you let Abby go huh? She's got nothing to do with this."

"What you think this is revenge?

"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days...which was awesome." He chuckled and winked at Abby. "Sorry I shouldn't laugh."

"Yeah I was definitely planning on whoopin your ass for that."

"Mm-hmm."

"But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game." He started to load his gun.

"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana...teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something about a coming war. Now, I don't think it meant to. It just kind of slipped out. But it was too late...peaked my interest. And you can really make a demon talk if you've got the right tools."

Abby glared at him feeling anger fill her. "And what happened to the girl it was possessing?"

"She didn't make it."

Abby sneered at him while Dean shook his head. "Well, you're a son of a bitch."

Grodon slapped him making Abby jump and stare at him angrily. "That's my mama you're talkin' about." He smirked. "Anyway, this demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war...humans fighting on hell's side, you believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still…what kind of worthless scumbag you've gotta be to turn against your own race. But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of 'em our very own Sammy Winchester."

Dean chuckled. "Oh this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."

"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know about Sam's visions. I know everything."

"Really? Because a demon told you? Yeah and it wasn't lying."

"Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place. About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."

"Yeah, did he kill anyone?"

"Besides Mr. Tinkles, the cat? No. but he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers, Dean. We've gotta take em all out. And that means Sammy, too." He cocked his gun and walked behind them.

"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?"

"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him. You really think I'm that stupid?" Dean and Abby smirked. "No…Sammy's gonna scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he's gonna take the back. And when he does, he'll hit the tripwire. Then…boom."

"Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire."

"Maybe you're right." Gordon took out another tripwire."That's why I'll have a second one." Abby swallowed hard while Dean stared him down. "Hey, look…I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth…it'll be quick." He walked away from them.

"Don't worry, Dean. Sam's smart, he knows what signs and what traps to look for," said Abby.

Dean nodded and they heard Gordon walking back to them.

"Come on, man. I know Sam better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn."

"Maybe you're right. But one day, he's gonna be a monster."

"How, huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster?" asked Abby trying to untie her ropes.

"Beats me, but he will."

"No," said Dean. "You don't know that!"

"I'm surprised at you, Dean...getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were cruisin' around in that car of yours, and you had Little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was gonna turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"

"That's not Sam."

"Yes, it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's his destiny. Look…I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. This has gotta hurt like hell for you. But here's the thing." He gagged Dean with a handkerchief and Abby started to scream for help. Once it was tied around Dean's head, Gordon back handed causing her lip to split and she knew a bruise was coming. Dean started yelling through the gag. Abby was seeing stars in her vision as Gordon gagged her with another handkerchief.

"You would've wrecked him," said Gordon. "But your Dad? If it really came right down to it, he would've had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me…you're not the man he is?"

Abby heard what he said and looked at the two of them. Dean was giving Gordon the coldest stare. Gordon walked away and Abby looked around feeling her head getting dizzy and fuzzy like. She shook it trying to get it out.

They hear someone start to pick a lock and Gordon comes back. "You hear him?" They hear the door open. "Here he comes." They heard an explosion go off and both Abby and Dean scream. "Oh no, not yet. Just wait and see." Tears started to fill her eyes thinking of Jo. Her baby sister was out there somewhere, she had to find her.

They hear a second explosion and debris went everywhere. Dean was breathing heavily and Abby's tears spilled onto her face.

"Sorry, Dean," he said picking up his rifle and walking into the next room.

"Drop the gun!" yelled Sam and Abby turned her head to see Sam having Gordon at gun point.

"You shouldn't take your shoes off around here, you might get tetanus," said Gordon.

"Put it down, now!" yelled Sam.

Gordon dropped the gun. "You wouldn't shoot me, would you Sam? Because your brother...he thinks you're some kind of saint."

"Yeah well I wouldnt be so sure."

"See that's what I said." Abby and Dean heard some struggling behind them as they tried to break out of the ropes that bound them to the chairs. They hear more wrestling and then silence. Soon footsteps were being heard through the next room and Abby looked over her shoulder to see Sam. She tried to say his name but the handkerchief was still in her mouth.

Sam unties Dean and Abby and they take the gags out of their mouth. Dean held his brother's face in his hands. "Son of a..." He turned away.

"Dean!" yelled Abby.

"Dean no!" yelled Sam.

"I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice," said Dean.

"Trust me, Gordon's taken care of. Come on."

Dean nodded and grabbed Abby's arm as the three of them walked out. But once they were outside Gordon comes out shooting at them. They ran towards the forest just outside the house.

"You call this taken care of?!" yelled Dean as they ducked behind a log. "What the hell are we doing?"

"Just trust me on this, all right?" asked Sam. They hear sirens coming down the road and the cops stop Gordon, surrounding him.

"Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees! Do it, now!"

Sam grinned at Dean as Abby laughed a little as they watching Gordon being handcuffed and the arsenal in his car.

"Anonymous tip," said Sam.

"You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam," said Dean. The three of them smile as Gordon gets taken away.


"Will you stop complaining and let me see?!" yelled Dean sitting next to Abby. She was on the couch in a motel room. He had an ice bag in his hand and for the last five minutes has been trying to put it on Abby's bruised and swollen face from Gordon back handing her.

"I told you I'm fin...OW!" She whined holding her cheek. "Why is it that a man knows how to hit a woman just right? Right up against the cheek...you see friggin' stars. What do they do? Pull you aside at school and teach you..." With her distracted from her rambling on Dean put the ice bag on her cheek. "Ow..." She pouted and then smiled slightly at him. "Thanks." She grabbed hold of it and he leaned closer to her to see if she's ok.

"You're welcome...now let me take care of you."

She laughed a little shaking her head.

"You're as stubborn as your mother you know that?"

"Usually I hear its from my father."

He laughed. "Great, so it's from both sides."

She nodded smiling a little but felt the cut on her lip break open. She sucked it in tasting the copper. Dean caressed her other cheek and she looked up at him. "I'm sorry for that."

She laughed. "Dean it's not your..." He bent down and kissed her tasting the copper from her cut. He let go hovering over her and she looked him in the eyes shocked. Well, maybe she shouldn't be that shocked, they've kissed before but this kiss seemed desperate, needy as if he wanted her to feel better.

"Thanks..."

He chuckled shaking his head. "Is that all I get is a thanks?"

She licked her lips and leaned up kissing him tenderly on the lips. His right hand cupped her left cheek, the one that wasn't bruised and held her face close to his. He licked at her lips tasting the slight copper now but when she opened her mouth his tongue darted in taking over her mouth. This was their first real kiss. She loved his lips against hers and his tongue tangled with hers. It just felt...right.

They let go breathing heavily and looking up at each other. She smiled up at him as he continued to caress her face. Jeez, what was he getting himself into? He knew he shouldn't be liking someone, caring for a girl. But Abby was different, she wasn't a girl. She was a woman, a hunter. Someone like him, someone who had lost a parent like him. They had certain things in common.

He would never tell anyone but when he saw Abby, the moment he saw her, he could have sworn he saw his mother walking through those doors but she disappeared and there was Abby standing in just a towel in her place. That's one of the reasons he was attracted to her, as if his mother was sending him a sign to know this woman, take care of her, find anything you can about her. She smelled like his mother too, fresh cut roses.

"Dean..."

"Hmmm," he said shaking out of his daze.

"You're staring."

He laughed. "Sorry."

"No, it's ok, just wondering why you're staring."

"Let's just say I was in my own little world there." She nodded and took his hand in hers. Their hands fit just right. He looked down at their entwined hands and then back at her. "I should...uh...call your mom and tell her what happened." She nodded letting go of his hand as he got up. She watched him walk off and then closed her eyes to try and sleep.

Dean walked outside and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Ellens number and waited.

Harvelles.

"Ellen...Dean."

Everything ok? You find Sam?

"Yeah...Gordon Walker was hunting him."

Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?

"Yeah, he almost killed us both. He almost killed Abby 'cause somebody over there can't keep their frickin' mouth shut!"

Dean, do you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way. Especially if my daughter is with you?

"Well, who else knows about Sam? Huh? I mean, you must've been talking to somebody!"

Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we aren't disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this.

"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen."

And this Roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart, they're good trackers...each of them with their own patterns and connections. Hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together. I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe.

Dean sighed and ran a hand across his face. "Alright, alright..."

How's Abby?

"She's good for Gordon back handing her and using her as a rag doll."

That son of bitch...I'll kill him.

"He's good right now...he's in jail. Thanks to Sammy."

Is she ok?

Dean laughed. "Yes, Ellen she's fine...she's with me and Sammy. We're taking good care of her. I promise."

You sure it's not the other way around?

He laughed again. "She has her moments..." He wanted to ask her about Abby and her father's relationship. Was she really looking for someone like her father? Was Dean the one she was looking for to replace her father but for something more? Was Dean what she wanted? But the timing was bad...was off. "We'll keep in touch Ellen."

Better, I'll have Ash track your ass's if I have to. They hung up and Dean walked back into the motel to find Abby sleeping.

"Abs, come on, we got to get going." She rolled over in her sleep and he smiled. He picked her up and took her to the car. He put her in the back seat before getting in himself.

"Hey, Ava," said Sam on the phone. "Call me when you get this. Just wanna make sure you got home ok. Alright, bye." He hung up.

"Everything alright?" asked Dean driving out of the parking lot and to the main road.

"Yeah, I hope so."

"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years, at least."

"Yeah if they pin Scott Careys murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out."

There was silence in the car. "Dude, you ever take off like that again..."

"What? You'd kill me?

"That's so not funny." Sam laughed.

"Alright, so where to next then?"

"One word...Amsterdam."

"Dean..."

"Come on, man, I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee. And," he glanced behind him. "I bet Abby won't mind. You heard her when we found that bong in the back of Andy's van."

"I'm not gonna just ditch the job."

"Screw the job. Screw it man. I'm sick of the job anyway. We don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck."

"Well, come on, dude. You're a hunter. It's what you were meant to do."

"No, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap."

"You mean you don't believe in my destiny."

"Well, whatever."

"Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me."

"Well I can try."

"Thanks for that." Dean nodded. "Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. Whatever's coming, I'm taking it head on. So if you really wanna watch my back then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."

"Bitch."

"Jerk." He looked in the back. "How she doing?"

"She's been better."

"Dude, I see the way you look at her."

"What?"

Sam laughed. "At first I just thought of it as the old Dean Winchester attraction, you know, charm the pants off of them a few times then never talk to them again...but she came on that hunt with us on Andy then the one in Philly and look she dropped her drifter way to come with us..."

"You have a point Sammy?" He glanced at his brother who was smiling at him.

"You really like her."

"No, man...you know I can't."

"Why?"

"Because of this life."

"She grew up in this life, she is in this life."

Dean didn't answer him. He did want Abby, really bad. He didn't understand what was coming over him. These feelings for Abby, everything about Abby. Abby was everything he needed and he was everything she needed.

Dean noticed Sam pick up his phone again. "You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something." He smirked.

"She's engaged Dean."

"So? What's the point of saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while huh?" He laughed but noticed Sam frowning. "What?"

"Just a feeling...how far is it to Peoria?"

In a couple hours, Abby was awake and they got to Ava's house. They entered the house and looked around.

"Hello? Is anybody home?" The place was silent. The walked into the bedroom to see Ava's fiancee lying in bed dead.

"Oh my God," said Abby covering her mouth with her head. There was blood everywhere. Dean walked to a window seeing something on it. It was a yellow residue. He wiped it on his fingers.

"Hey," he said holding his hand up. "Sulfur. Demon's been here."

Sam stepped on something and bends over to pick it up. It was Ava's engagement ring. He looked at it in complete shock. "Ava?" Abby and Dean looked at each other wondering what the hell happened here?

AN: I know pretty long, but I loved this chapter =]...lots of love J.B.