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Chapter 9

General Point of View

"I'm telling you the other shoe is going to drop, something needs to be done," Dean brought up while taking a long swig from his beer.

"Like what?" Sam questioned taking a seat at the table across from his brother.

"She needs some stability," Dean answered in a loud whisper motioning to the upstairs where his sister was tucking in his niece, or so he thought.

"Well she is welcome to stay here as long as she needs or wants," Bobby offered, "They both are. I know it's not much but that little one seems like she can get along fine just about anywhere."

"That she can," John sighed running a tired hand over his face, "it's Abigail I'm worried about."

"It's still all very fresh for her. She needs time to figure out how to deal with it all," Sam tried to explain to the men in the room, thinking about his own loss though he and Jessica never had a child to worry about.

"That's the problem though," John spoke up again, "she isn't trying to deal with it and I don't know if I like where her head is at right now. We're going to have to keep a close eye on her."

The brothers nodded, already having planned to do that, when they heard the unmistakable sound of tires on the gravel. They all ran out the front door in time to see the dust settling back down on the driveway.

"Other shoe!" Dean yelled motioning to where the truck had disappeared.

Sam had agreed to stay with Bobby in case Emma woke up while Dean and John got into the Impala to go looking for Abigail.

Not knowing where Abigail had gone or why Dean started in the direction that they had come from thinking maybe she was going back to New York.

Sam tried her cell phone several times but each time it went directly to voice mail. He paced the living room mentally kicking himself for not saying something to her, anything that might have helped, when an ear piercing scream came from Emma's room. Both hunters immediately took the stairs two at a time thinking the worst when they entered the small girl's room.

"Emma, what happened?" Sam asked breathlessly as he scooped her up in his arms holding her close to his chest while Bobby did a quick sweep of the room.

"Momma's in trouble, Uncle Sammy, momma's in big trouble," she cried her whole little body trembling with fear.

"Why do you say that?" Sam questioned rubbing small circles on her back trying desperately to calm her down before she made herself sick.

"Daddy told me."

Abigail's Point of View

"I was wondering when I would get you alone," a voice from the corner of the room spoke up and as he switched the light on I saw his black eyes. "Nice to see you again, Winchester."

"Well, here I am," I plastered on a smile as I got off the bed in hopes of showing I wasn't afraid of him.

"Pretty reckless running off on your own like that, I thought your daddy would have taught you better but I guess revenge can be a pretty good motivator, can't it?" He said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why are you doing this to my family? Why do you want my daughter? Why did you take my husband away? What do you want from me?" I shouted my breathing getting more staggered with each question as the anger boiled inside of me.

"I didn't know we were playing twenty questions. I'm not one for games. I'll make it easy, I want you."

"Why?"

"Because like I said revenge is a great motivator and you are going to feel every ounce of pain my brother felt when you tortured him for information," he told me with a sickening smirk on his face as he advanced on me knocking me back against the wall.

"Nope, not ringing any bells." I forced out on a huff as I felt all the air leave my lungs with a whoosh. "You're brother couldn't have been very useful to us. Maybe I just did it for fun."

I knew I was probably treading a thin and dangerous line, but I couldn't bring myself to care anymore. Chris was gone with no chance of ever coming back, and Emma was safe with Sam and Dean. Maybe it would even give my brothers the chance to start the normal life they both needed and deserved.

Pain washed over me in agonizing waves as the demon's eyes all but burned red while he shot me death glares, watching me with gleeful maliciousness as I squirmed against the wall.

"Is that all you've got?" I panted, trying to laugh in an attempt to show him he wasn't winning, but he only grinned at me.

"Oh little girl," he tutted, shaking his head "I'm only just getting started…"

General P.O.V.

"No Dad, I don't know where she might have gone!" Dean yelled after his father had once again asked him. The road whizzed past them in a blur as they sped down the road, though they had no real destination in mind. Only desperation to find Abigail.

"Well think Dean, think!" John hollered back, irritation lacing his tone. Dean seethed as he tried to think of an answer, angry not only at his father for repeatedly asking him the same questions, but also at himself for not having any answers to give him. However, before he managed to say anything in response, his phone shrilled in his pocket, and he dig it out quickly, momentarily glancing at the screen and breathing a small, somewhat apprehensive sigh of relief at the sight of Sam's name.

"What's going on?" he asked hurriedly "Please tell me she's come back?"

"No she hasn't." Sam blurted, sounding flustered, "but dude, you've got to get back here. Emma's freaking out; she says that Abby's in trouble. I've never seen her so scared before."

"How the hell does she know that?" Dean exclaimed incredulously though he couldn't miss the desperate cries coming from his niece somewhere in the background.

"I don't know, man. She says Christian told her, but she was sleeping so it must have been a dream. I think the only way to get her to calm down is to find Abby and bring her back. We can cover more ground if you come and pick me up and the three of us take separate cars."

"Yeah, alright Sammy, we'll be right there." Dean assured him. John had heard some of the conversation and was already doubling back to the salvage yard.

Abigail's P.O.V.

My breaths came out labored as used the back of my hand to wipe the blood from my mouth. "I don't know," I pushed myself off the floor, "I thought torture was supposed to be painful, that barely tickled." The demon's eyes turned black with anger as he pulled a knife from his jacket. "Oh, now we get to play with toys too?"

"You are going to be praying for daddy to come save you when I'm peeling the skin from your bones," he seethed taking a step closer to me.

"Go ahead," I almost dared him. I wasn't just going to roll over and let him win, I was going to fight but truly not caring if I came out of this alive or not made my every move less calculated than it should have been.

The demon slashed my arms a few times and I had to bite my bottom lip from screaming out in pain. That's when I saw a sickeningly sweet smile spread across his face. "I've got an idea." I watched as he walked over to the bedside table and turned my cell phone on before tossing it in my direction landing right by my feet. "A brother for a brother."

"What?" I questioned, ignoring the stinging in my arms and the pain in my heart.

"Only seems fair. I mean you destroyed my brother, I should have the chance to return the favor. I'll even let you choose which one will die along side their sister."

"No," I growled, this was not part of the plan. "You have me, you do whatever you have to but you leave my family alone."

"Choose or I go after little Emma…again," he smirked bending down to grab my phone. He held it out to me as he put the knife to my throat. "What's it going to be? Your brother or your daughter?"

General P.O.V.

The moment John and Dean came through the front door at Bobby's Emma launched herself at Dean's knees holding on for dear life as her tears soaked his jeans in mere seconds.

"Shh," Dean scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tightly, "it's alright, sweetheart, just breathe."

"M-m-momma's in b-b-big t-t-trouble," Emma hiccupped into his shoulder as Dean and Sam shared the same lost look.

"Em, how do you know that?" John asked as gently as he could but time was running against them.

"D-d-daddy told me," she repeated the same thing she had told Sam earlier.

"Did he say anything else? Did he say where you mom is?" John almost demanded but the harshness in his tone scared Emma even more as she clung to Dean looking for comfort. The men in the room barely saw her shake her head 'no' to the questions before starting another crying fit.

"U-u-uncle De, momma's going to leave me like daddy did," Emma sobbed.

Dean had heard enough and he wasn't sure his own heart could take it anymore. He set Emma on the ground and crouched down to her level taking her face gently in his hands using his thumbs to wipe away her tears. "Emma Deanne, I want you to look at me. I'm going to bring your mom home, you hear me? I promise you if it's the last thing I do you will not lose your mom." Dean stood with his hand on her shoulder and through the tears still flowed from her eyes she wasn't as hysterical as she had been. "You're going to stay with Bobby and you're going to watch cartoons while we go get your mom."

Emma looked over warily at the old hunter and Sam picked up on her apprehension. "He's not so scary," he whispered in her ear. "He'll even give you some of the chocolate he keeps hidden in his desk drawer if you ask real nicely."

Bobby glanced up to the clock on the wall trying to pretend he didn't just hear the little conversation.

"Bobby," Dean started.

"I know, boy, I'll keep her safe," Bobby assured him quickly, knowing exactly what the younger man was going to say.

With a nod of acknowledgement, Dean strode purposefully out the door, determination etched into his features as he met his father and brother outside.

The three men spread out, each taking a car and a different direction making sure to check every bar and motel they came across before moving onto the next.

Dean couldn't get Emma's devastated cries out of his head. The only thing he tried to think about was his promise to bring Abigail home but he couldn't help the guilt that filled him. Did he push her into this? Was he too harsh? Should he, as her big brother, done something different to protect her?

He was pulled out of his thoughts as his phone rang. He dug it out of his jacket pocket and answered it without checking who was calling figuring it would be his dad or Sam.

"Yeah?"

"Dean?" Abigail's voice came out broken and weak from the other end, and in his surprise, the car shuddered and veered on to the road slightly until Dean could right it again.

"Abby? Where are you? Are you alright?" Dean demanded his heart feeling as if it would beat out of his chest. Something was definitely wrong.

"I need you to come to The Ponds Motel on route thirty two, I'm in room fifteen…Dean, it's a real funky motel you can't miss it."

And with that the call was dropped. Dean pressed his foot even harder against the gas pedal hearing the old code word they had made up when they were kids, slightly surprised that after all these years Abby still remembered it.

But he quickly pushed the thought from his mind, there was no time to ponder how Abby's memories of their childhood tongue had lasted so long, she needed him and needed him now. Dean knew exactly where to find her and there wasn't a force on the planet that was going to stop him getting to her.