Chapter 9
An hour later, Sam stood by the front door with his arms crossed across his chest and a stern look plastered on his face. He was watching Abigail interact with Clay what appeared to be lovingly on the couch from a distance. She had a suitcase in each hand, one propped next to her on the couch, as the other one sagged to the floor.
She looked down at Clay, who couldn't seem to bring himself to look her in the eye.
Dean walked over to Sam's side with a look of concern on his face as he stared into his brothers' hard face.
"You alright, Sam?" Dean whispered.
Sam nodded feverishly, "M'fine," He mumbled, his expression never wavered, "it's just how could you do that to a child?"
It was Dean's turn to shrug, "I dunno, Sam."
"I mean you only get one mom, so how could she be so selfish?" Sam snapped in a whisper.
"Sam, I kinda get it, I mean I hate to say it but I do. She didn't know what to do when she learned that her son was psychic, I think she just lost it when you told her you were too." Dean elucidated with wide eyes.
"Still," Sam responded with a shrug, "this is her kid, Dean. Why would she just leave when he needs her the most?"
"I don't know Sam!" Dean snapped.
Sam knew, he could see the hurt on Clay's face as he stood his distance. He knew what Clay was feeling coming from his mother right now, and truthfully it made Sam sick to his stomach. She was never so cold when he met her.
xXx
It was a rather nice night. Sam was hanging out with Abigail tonight. He refused to call it a date because he had just met her.
They were sitting on the couch watching a movie in the main room of their motel room that was their home for the next few weeks. Sam had to do some hardcore begging to get Dean to leave for the night, while their dad was already off on a hunt.
Tonight she looked amazing, Sam noted. She had her hair down, which really showed off how long it truly was. It reached well past the middle of her back. She had on a white spaghetti strap shirt, and a pair of tight dark blue jeans.
Abigail turned her attention from the small screen to look at Sam who was deliberately not looking at her. He found himself too nervous to look her in the eye.
She put a gentle hand on his lap as she cuddled in closer to him. That got his attention as he looked over at her wide-eyed, and completely clueless as how to play it off.
"Uh, Abigail?" Sam questioned nervously.
"Sorry, I'm a bit cold." She replied with a chuckle as they locked eyes.
Sam nodded feverishly and then turned his attention back to the movie flickering on the television screen.
Abigail blinked in confusion, and then looked back up at Sam's face.
"You can call my 'Abbey' ya know…that's what everyone calls me." Abigail tried in a whisper.
Sam nodded again, "Okay…Abbey." He replied as a thin sheet of nervous sweat appeared on his brow.
"Sam, is this a date or a hang out?" Abigail asked a bit more forcefully.
Sam looked down at her with curiosity.
"Um…well I thought you'd want to take it slow." Sam said shakily.
"Why would I want to go slow? You were the one who told me that your dad moves you around a lot…we may not have enough time to take this slow." Abigail pushed.
"So what would you suggest?" Sam asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.
A small smile appeared on Abigail's face, as the hand she had so gently placed on Sam's lap began to slowly travel to his groin.
Sam's eyes widened.
"What are you doing?" Sam practically shouted as he jumped away from her.
An offended look replaced Abigail's smile.
"Speeding things up." She said simply.
"Isn't this…a little too fast?" Sam asked nervously.
Abigail chuckled dryly, "You're not like most guys, are you?"
"Guess not." Sam admitted.
"I want this," Abigail whispered intently, "don't you?"
Sam nodded sheepishly, but didn't reply.
Abigail smiled, and then leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Then just go with it." She whispered as she leaned back in and straddled his lap.
Sam shrugged and then succumbed. Why not? Dean wouldn't be home till the morning anyway.
xXx
Sam blinked the memory away as Abigail pulled away from her son and got to her feet. Clay looked completely at ease, almost like he didn't care that his mother was leaving him.
Abigail walked over to Sam, and he felt her fear and deep rooted hatred peek and swell to the surface. Her face however, looked sad, like her insides were tearing.
"I'll be back in a few days…maybe a couple weeks." Abigail admitted with a whisper.
Sam nodded; he wanted nothing more than to lash out at her. How could she be so cruel as to leave her own child?
"Alright," Sam replied simply, "I guess this is good-bye then."
"Bye, Sam…I'm sorry." Abigail whispered.
Nowhere in her deep pit of emotions, did Sam detect a hint of sorrow. He scoffed, but didn't reply, not even when she leaned in to give him a hug.
When she pulled away from him, she nodded courteously to Dean and then walked past Sam out the front door.
Sam looked over at Clay, his demeanor completely changed. He was now sympathetic, and choked up as he looked at his son, who still had a hardened expression on his face.
"Don't worry about it Clay," Sam said confidently, "everything's gonna be just fine."
Clay nodded curtly, but didn't respond.
Sam cocked his head, and then took a few steps forward, hoping to get a read on Clay's emotional state.
Clay looked up at him angrily as he immediately knew what Sam was up to.
"Mind your own business!" Clay snapped as he rose from the couch and stormed off into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Sam shrugged, and then turned to face Dean.
Dean looked at Sam and sighed.
"I'll go out to get you us some lunch…maybe he'll come out for food?" Dean offered.
Sam shrugged again, "Hopefully," he muttered.
Dean nodded and then turned and walked out the front door, closing it behind him.
Sam knew that Clay would come out eventually. He just hoped that it was sooner rather than later so he could explain why his mother left.
Although, Sam knew there was nothing he could say that would make that pain go away.
That, and Sam knew absolutely nothing about kids. This was going to be an interesting few days.
