Soul of a Demon

Chapter 10: The Demon Shines Through

Rated M

"Is that true, Dean?" asked a scared voice from the top of the stairs. All three of the guys sitting downstairs looked up at Abby, caught off guard that she could sneak up on them like that.

"Abby, are you okay?" asked Sam, completely ignoring her question, hoping that he could sidetrack her. Abby shook her head, as if to tell him to get real. She walked the rest of the way down the stairs.

"I asked if it was true, if it was possible," she asked, "don't sugar coat it, guys. I have a right to know," she was pleading with them, as she stood in the centre so that she was in the eye of all three of them. Dean quirked his head.

"Abby, we know you should know, we're not trying to keep anything from you." Said Dean, in the only way he could, "and I think that you know in your own mind what is going on. You're not telling us everything, are you," he said, more as a statement than a question. Abby turned her eyes on him, anger evident on her face.

"How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are, Winchester?" she yelled her whole demeanour changing right before their eyes. Her eyes started to turn a darker rouge.

"Abby, calm down," said Sam, as he went to get up, but Abby pushed him back down again.

"No, Sam, I am tired of you guys not trusting me," she said, "all I want is to be normal, I didn't ask for any of this, I didn't want to be some evil demon from hell," she yelled, frustrated, as tears started to come to her eyes.

"Abby, seriously," yelled Dean, as he looked closer to her face, seeing that those weren't tears, it was blood. Dean jumped up, and grabbed her shoulders, feeling the turmoil within her body. He grabbed her chin, and made her look into his eyes.

"Abby, look at me," he said, trying not to cringe at the sight before him. "You have to fight it; you have to push the hate, the evil down. Sam! Get the holy water, just in case," he yelled, not taking his eyes off of Abby, as the blood started to come from her ears as well.

"I don't think that I can do it, Dean," she growled, as her body started to convulse violently. The only thing holding her to the spot was Dean.

"Dean!" yelled Sam, as he came to his side, the holy water in his hands. "Do we?" he asked.

"No, not yet," said Bobby from beside him, "let's give her a chance! Abby, you have to fight it, you know that you can. You're a strong woman, stronger than any in our family. You know that if anyone can fight this, it's you," he said, trying to help the only family he had left. Abby tried to focus on his voice, and Dean's touch, knowing that is the only thing that was keeping her within her own body. She tried to fight the evil welling up within her, she could hear Michael's voice in her head, telling her to let go, that she would feel better. She tried to think of the fact that he was the reason why her family was close to extinction, and now he wanted to take her away from the only people she cared about in the entire world? Abby would not let this happen, she just found her family again, and she wasn't going to give them up now.

"NO!" she screamed, as the room filled with a blinding light, and threw Dean, Sam and Bobby clear across the room. As soon as the light faded, Abby collapsed to the ground, her world going dark.

"Okay, wow," said Sam, as he pushed himself up off of the ground. He dusted his shirt off as he walked over to Bobby, offering him a hand up. Bobby took it, looking at Sam sideways.

"That's an understatement," he said, as he felt his old knees creak as Sam helped him up. Dean just sat there, his eyes blank, as he stared at Abby's lifeless body, just lying there, in the middle of the living room.

"I can't tell if she won or not," said Dean, to no one in particular. His voice sounded gruff, as if he didn't even know he was using it.

"Dean?" said Sam, as he came to stand beside his brother.

"Are you okay?" when he didn't get a response, he snapped his finger in front of Dean's face. His brother just sat there, staring at her.

"Dean, seriously, dude, snap out of it! What's wrong with you?" he said, kicking his leg. Dean looked to him as if he just realized that he was in the room.

"How are we supposed to tell?" he asked pain in his eyes.

"Dean, what are you talking about?" he asked, looking slightly scared at his brother's reaction to the situation. Meanwhile Bobby had gone over to check on Abby, to see if she was still alive.

"We know because she is still breathing, Dean," said Bobby, from his crouched position by his niece, his fingers still on her neck, checking for a pulse. Dean looked immediately relieved, and Sam finally clued in to his brother's mind set.

"What is going on between you and Ab?" he asked, as Dean got off of the floor, and made his way over to where Bobby was. Dean glared at his brother.

"Sam, just shut up, we have more important things to think about right now. As in how we're going to stop that evil sonofa bitch from taking Abby," he said as he picked her up off of the floor, and moved her to the couch. He lightly brushed a piece of hair from her face, as he put a pillow behind her head.

"Dean," said Bobby in a warning voice, "my niece? You have got to be kidding me,"

"Bobby, it isn't what you think," he said, trying to explain his actions.

"To hell it isn't," Bobby said as he made his way over to Dean. Bobby punched him in the face, knocking him backwards. Dean looked up at him from the floor, rubbing his chin with his hand.

"Bobby, seriously, way to let a guy explain," he said, as Sam helped him off the floor.

"No, Dean, you're going to do nothing but hurt her, and you know it! I know guys like you, how you just use women, but not my niece. I love ya Dean, but Abby comes first."

"I get it, she is family, but Bobby, you gotta know, that I have no intention on hurting her. I would never do that to her," he said sincerely, as he gestured to Abby.

"Dean, don't you get it? You are as good as dead," said Bobby, trying to get across to the boy. Dean's face fell, as if he hadn't wanted to think about that little tid bit.

"I know, you're right," he said, yielding, "I just wanted to be happy, just once I wanted to actually care about something, about someone. No offense, Sammy, but something bigger than myself," Sammy looked at his brother as if for the first time.

"I never knew you felt that way, Dean," said Sam, his voice quiet.

"I wasn't exactly going to broadcast it, dude, come on," said Dean, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

"I'm sorry Dean, but you have to understand how much it would kill her to watch you die," said Bobby, glad that Dean saw it his way. He felt awful, because he loved Dean like a son, but he needed to understand that it is hard to go on living when you lose someone that you love so much you would do anything for them.

"Yeah, but is it right to keep them apart if they, you know," said Sam, not wanting to say it out loud, that they could be in love. Dean would definitely slap him upside the head for that one.

"Loving someone is letting them go and all that crap," said Dean, answering before Bobby could field that one. Dean felt horrible, like his insides were being ripped in half. He was not in the business of airing his thoughts and feelings his brother, and Bobby. It didn't sit well with him. Maybe because speaking his inner thoughts made them real, Dean knew he wasn't ready for that.

"Shouldn't it be my decision?" asked a soft voice from the couch. The three looked to Abby. Her face was very pale, and her eyes were dark, but she seemed like she was going to be fine.

"Abby," Dean breathed, as he dared not move towards her with Bobby watching his every move.

"You're alright," said Bobby, as he came to stand beside the couch.

"Way to get around the question, Uncle," said Abby, trying to laugh, but merely starting a coughing fit. Dean went to go and get her some water from the kitchen, wanting to be useful.

"I asked shouldn't it be my decision whether or not I want to chance it with Dean? So what if he is a hunter. Ya, it's a dangerous job, but a noble one. Sure, he could die at any moment, but so could a mill worker." She said a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Ab, you don't really know everything," said Sam, as he came to stand beside Bobby. Abby looked at him, confused.

"What are you guys not telling me?" she asked, slightly scared.

"It's not really ours to tell," Bobby said, as Dean came walking in to the room, the water glass in his hand. Bobby and Sam looked to him, a sad look on their faces.

"Dude, guys, I'm not dead yet! Would you stop looking at me as if you were at my funeral?" he said, as he handed the glass to Sam to give to Abby.

"What are you talking about Dean?" asked Abby.

"Do you mind if I talk with her alone?" he asked permission from Bobby, out of respect. Bobby nodded, and left the room, followed by Sam, who gave an encouraging pat on the arm to his brother as he walked by. Dean walked over to Abby's side, as she pulled herself up into a sitting position, making room for him to sit beside her. Dean was silent, as he stared at her shoulder, not wanting to look in to her eyes.

"Dean, say something, or I am going to have to hurt you," she said, grabbing his chin and making him look at her.

"Look, this is kind of a long story, well not really, just a crazy one," he started, as he pulled her hand away from his face, and kept it wrapped in his. Abby nodded to him encouragingly.

"A few months back Sam got into some trouble with the yellow eyed demon, and was killed," Abby looked completely confused because Sam was living and breathing in the next room, but Dean stopped her interruptions by going on, "I know, he's alive, but he was dead, I held him in my arms, all the life completely gone from his eyes. I could not handle his death, I could not live with the fact that I could have saved him, so I took a page from our dad's book and visited the crossroads demon. I bargained my life for Sam's, and the bitch only gave me a year before the hell hounds come and drag me down to be their chew toy for a life sentence." He finished, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction.

"You mean that really exists? I thought they give you ten years..." she started, "I-I don't really know how to react. You only have 10 months left?" she asked, looking straight in to his face, unflinching.

"Yep," he said, nodding his head.

"Can, Can we stop it? Is there anything that we can do?"

"We're working on it, but if I squelch out of this deal, Sam's dead again, I cannot go through his death again,"

"Ok. Then what has that got to do with us?" she said, her face becoming serious, "We could have ten months!"

"No, we can't start something that I can't finish." He said, shaking his head, "I can't let you do that to yourself.

"I'm sorry Dean, but you really have no say in what I do. It will be just as hard for me if I wasn't with you for those ten months. That little time should be spent together. Don't you want that?" she asked. Dean was silent again, in contemplation.

"Yeah, I do, but that would be selfish." He said, letting go of her hand. Abby's face completely fell when he let go of her hand, and tears started to well in her eyes. She shook her head, as if to clear it, trying to make the tears disappear. When she looked at Dean again, she had a determined glint to her eye.

"Ab, I'm really sorry, but that's the way it has to be," he could barely look at her when he said that because all he wanted to do was pull her close to him, and tell her that everything would be okay. Abby looked away from him, ending their conversation, and their relationship, however little it was. She pushed him away from her, and got off of the couch. Dean watched her walk up the stairs, her spine set in rigid defiance. If it was any other situation, he would have smiled at that, but it only made him miss her more. Once they figured this entire mess out, and Abby was safe, he would disappear. There was no way to save him, and he didn't want Sammy to try for it would only end in Sam dying too. It was just better if he left as soon as possible.

That night Abby lay awake in her bed, thinking about Dean, and how ridiculous he was being. Why couldn't they be together? Where does it say that you abandon the person you could possible love just because they were going to die in little under ten months? She growled out loud at the stupidity of Dean, and her uncle for that matter. The only one that seemed to be on her side was Sam, but he was a softy anyways and would of course feel they should be together. Through the yelling she was doing in her head, and curses towards Dean, she heard her door creak open slightly. She didn't feel Michael's presence, so she didn't jump up in alarm. She pretended she was sleeping in case it was her Uncle wanting to talk to her about what had happened today. He had tried to after dinner but she said she had a headache and high-tailed it upstairs to her bed. She knew she should have locked her door. The light from the hallway spilled into her room, as she heard footsteps come closer to her bed. Then she smelt him. It was Dean. What was he doing in her room? He had been completely shut off from her since their little talk that afternoon.

"Abby?" he said, in a whisper, "You awake?" Abby rolled over onto her side to face him, an annoyed look on her face.

"I am too busy cursing you in my head to sleep. What do you want?" she asked, not letting him see the excitement she felt whenever she saw him, even if they couldn't be together.

"Ab, I'm sorry,"

"I know!" she said, "is that all?"

"Abby, stop it," he said, anger flashing across his face.

"Stop what? "

"Stop being such a bitch to me, I am only trying to do what's right," he said. Abby rolled her eyes, and leaned back on her elbows so she could look Dean in the eye.

"Right for who? You? So this way you can use your last ten months to go gallivanting across the country and sleep with as many girls as you can?" that was the thought that had been plaguing her all afternoon.

"Abby, come on," he said, as he stepped closer to her bed, "you have to know that isn't true," Abby's face was defiant.

"And why do I have to know that? It's not like I have known you very long to know you wouldn't," Dean growled in frustration.

"This is not what I came here to do!" he said, scrunching his forehead.

"What do you want then?" she asked, sitting up completely in her bed, glaring at Dean. How could she be so mad at someone, but want them so badly at the same time?

"I don't know anymore," he said, his stance rigid "I am only sure of one thing,"

"Oh, and what's that?" she asked, her hands set defiantly at her hips, just daring him. Dean then came onto her bed, crushing her with his body, enticing every last part of her with his touch, and aroma.

"Dean, what are you doing?" she asked, shocked that he was on top of her, as they were just arguing a second ago.

"What I wanted to do, while you were yelling at me," he smirked, as he stopped her protest by pressing his lips on hers. Abby was on fire. Every touch sent shivers up and down her spine, contrasting the heat that was gathering within her. Dean expertly already had her boy shorts off of her, and was exploring her most sensitive spot, making her writhe with pleasure. Abby let her hands roam his chest, underneath his shirt. He leaned back up, and pulled off the offending shirt, giving Abby a full view. She smirked at him like a vixen, making him throb with need for her. He crashed down on top of her again, as she wrapped her legs around his middle. She rubbed against him, savouring the sensations. The roughness of his jeans, and the stiffness that she could feel underneath them, made her climax so strongly it shook her body. Her hand travelled down to the waist of his jeans, as she fiddled with the button there, the only thing keeping them apart at the moment. Dean smirked against her lips, as he obliged her by undoing the button for her. Abby smiled as she sneaked the zipper down slowly, gently grazing him on purpose with her finger. She was torturing him, and Dean wasn't sure how he felt about that. It was agony, as well as heaven at the same time. She pushed the jeans down his hips, as he wiggled out of them the rest of the way, until he was left in merely his boxers. Everything was happening so fast for the two, but Abby wasn't about to stop it, she knew that this is what she wanted. She knew that she felt something for Dean, and if this was all that he could give her for now, then she would take it. The rest of their clothes disappeared as quickly as the other articles, and Abby was on fire, every inch, every part of her. He kissed her neck, sending shivers up her spine, making her gasp. She wrapped her legs around his middle, trying to get as close to him as possible. Abby had never wanted anything so much before. He kissed her passionately, as he entered her for the first time, savouring every moment of pure ecstasy.

Everything about Abby was perfect; it felt so good to be with her, so right to be with her. He didn't want this to be it, but that little voice in the back of his head was finally making an appearance, telling him that this can't go any further than tonight. This was their beginning, and their goodbye. Dean shook his head as if to get that annoying voice to shove off, as he focused on the beautiful girl in his arms at that exact moment. He smiled down at her, as she moved slightly beneath him, adjusting to him. He leaned down, kissing her with abandon, as he started to move within her. The two lovers fit together perfectly, and Abby smiled at the thought of them doing this every night for the rest of their lives. The two lost themselves to the night, and each other.

Abby woke up the next morning feeling a very odd feeling, one that she didn't normally feel. She let her eyes creep open, and she lay there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking. She didn't feel scared, she felt sort of at peace at that moment. She could feel Dean's arm wrapped around her middle and decided that was why she felt safe. Abby thought it was ridiculous that she felt so protected, just by the mere fact that Dean was holding her close, his arm placed protectively around her middle. She shook off the feeling, knowing it was merely temporary, and looked at Dean. He looked so at peace, so himself, as he lay there on his stomach, one side of his face facing her. Abby tried to memorize every nuance, every inch of his face. She had no idea why she felt compelled to do this; it wasn't like it was going to stop the fact that in less than a year he wasn't going to be here anymore.

"Would you stop staring at me, it's creeping me out," said a muffled voice from the body beside her. Abby giggled at being caught, and snuggled back down beside him.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked coyly. Dean merely opened the eye facing her, as if to say whatever. Dean turned over onto his side, so he was facing her. Abby looked to him, not sure of herself anymore. What did this mean? Suddenly she could feel her anxiety escalate within her. What if he regretted it? What if he wanted to take it all back?

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, as he pulled her closer to him, "You suddenly went all pale." Abby merely snuggled into him, breathing in his essence, trying to hold onto whatever time she had left with him. She somehow knew that it wasn't going to last, despite how much she wanted it to. Abby felt this unnerving urge to cry, but she held strong against the tears that threatened to fall. That would only increase Dean's anxiety towards them being together. She felt him wrap his arms even tighter around her, as if he sensed that her anxiety was not going away.

"Did you have another night terror?" he asked, knowing that she suffered from these vivid nightmares.

"No," she said, her voice sounding foreign to her, "nothing like that, I just had this feeling wash over me, this feeling of complete hopelessness. I can't explain it," she said. Dean knew where she had gotten that from. Him. He was feeling hopeless, and completely lost. He wanted nothing more than to continue with Abby, but he knew that was not plausible. He had no idea how to tell her. He didn't want to, he knew it would break her heart.

"Don't worry, Abby," was all he could say. He had no other words. Abby leaned her head up, and smiled at him. He took that opportunity to kiss her firmly, trying to convey everything he didn't have words to. Abby answered his kiss with one filled with passion, and all of the things she wanted to be true. As their kiss deepened, the more they got lost in themselves, and the more that they forget their previous digression, their previous doubts. Everything came second to all of the feelings they were experiencing by merely touching each other. Abby wanted this feeling to last for the rest of her life, and that was when she knew that she was falling in love with Dean Winchester. Of all the people that she was to fall in love with, it was a demon hunter. She would have laughed at that thought, except for the fact that Dean was caressing her, making her forget all of her inner musings, and focus on the spiralling sensations he was providing in her.

They made love most of the morning until they heard movement outside the door, knowing that the other two inhabitants of the house were awakening. Abby wanted nothing more than to ask Dean what this meant; did he feel the same as her? Did he have the same doubt as she did? That they were never to really be together? She revelled in their post-coitus cuddling, pulling herself closer to his person, trying to memorize every moment, every feeling, every touch. She knew deep down that this was it. This was all the time that she was going to get with the love of her life. Yes, perhaps it was a bit dramatic to say that he was the love of her life, but Abby felt that he was. Perhaps she was showing her lack of knowledge in these sorts of matters, but she thought that if she just listened to her heart, it would not lie to her. Dean let his hand flow languidly over her naked back, having an overwhelming need to touch her. He knew that she was having doubts. He could feel her tense slightly at times, and knew that she was wondering what would happen next. He wished he knew. He pondered whether or not he should go to Sam with his predicament. If he did he knew that he should be aware of the fact that he would most likely get a morality lecture from his younger brother. He sighed, as he pulled Abby closer. He had never wanted to stay in one place for too long, always got antsy, but Abby made him want to stay, to settle down.

"Abby," he started, as he brushed some hair that had matted to her face, during their formidable love making. "I think that we should be getting up soon, before the others get suspicious of our whereabouts." He felt Abby nod against his chest, and yet in contradiction to her acquiescence, she pulled herself closer to him. They lay there for a moment longer, until they heard a knock on the door. Dean knew that was going to happen eventually.

"Dean, I know that you're in there with Abby, you guys better get up before Bobby realizes what is going on," said Sam, concern in his voice, but also disappointment directed to his brother. Dean bristled at that, for Sam had no idea what his brother was going through. When Dean did not answer, Abby looked to him, concerned.

"Um, okay, Sam," she answered, and she heard him walk away, appeased.

"Dean, what's wrong?" she asked. Abby lifted her hand to caress his face, to bring his attention back, for it looked as if he had turned to stone. Something Sam had said, had upset him, but she did not understand what that was. It seemed merely that Sam was looking out for his brother, and by association, herself. Dean refused to look at her, as he pushed her hand away, and got out of the bed. Abby shrunk back into the covers, completely lost, and confused by his affront. What had she done to deserve his cold shoulder? She waited for him to put on his clothes, and leave, without a backwards glance, before she let the tears she was holding in come out. Ab thought that things were going to be different from now on; he had treated her with such lovingness, and care that she couldn't help but feel safe and protected. Now, she just felt tossed aside and used, and alone. She was used to being alone, but she wanted so much for her loneliness to end. She figured that Dean, and her uncle Bobby, even Sam, were the end to that. Turns out she was just a means to an end for Dean. Had he really said those things to her last night? Obviously he hadn't meant them, and she should have realized that, but she let her girl emotions get the better of her. Damn. How could she be so naïve? She had seen enough of this world to know that nothing was what it seemed, and almost everything left, taking pieces of you with them. That was how it was, and Abby was smart enough to know this, especially now. This merely solidified her against Dean. Abby wiped her face so that it was dry, and with stony determination, she proceeded to go about her day without any more distractions, or thoughts of a normal life.

Dean stood in the shower, motionless, his forehead pressed against the fibreglass. The cold of the shower wall and the heat of the water were a good combination of numbing and sobering qualities. How could he have done that? Not just the fact that he had started it, but the fact that he had just left her there, in bed, alone, and confused. Why did he always have to be so emotionally stunted? He had no answers to his questions, so he turned off the water reluctantly. He knew that once he left this bathroom that he would have to face the rest of his day. And her. Abby. Damn. There wasn't any turning back now, he wasn't one to take back anything, or apologize, it wasn't his thing. And she would probably say something girly, like love is never having to say you're sorry. Which is complete Oprah bull shit. Everyone makes mistakes, and she should see that, and know that was just how he was. Why couldn't girls just see that that is how guys are? Dean wrapped the towel around his waist, and started to dry his hair with the other towel. He walked out of the bathroom, only to come face to face with the person who had been occupying his every thought since he woke up that morning.

"Dean," she said, making him freeze in his tracks. He tried to speak, but the words died in his throat.

"Nothing to say, well, what else is new," she said, pushing past him angrily and going in to the bathroom. Abby slammed the door, making the hinges rattle. Dean grimaced, and continued to his room. It was better this way, anyways. This way there wasn't any long conversation, resulting in nothing but regret, this way it was a clean break. Clean as in there weren't many touchy feely moments. Not Dean's forté. He coerced himself into believing that this was the best course of action. For some odd reason he couldn't silence that voice inside his head, the one that was telling him that he shouldn't be such a dumbass, and tell her the truth. Dean shook his head, trying to clear it, only to become more confused. With his brother by his side Dean had faced Demons, ghosts, and creepy doctors in search of immortality, why was he so scared of one little girl?

Abby couldn't believe it, she had just spent the night with Dean, and now he was acting as if nothing had happened. Did she attract these kinds of men or something? Did she have a jerk magnet on her person somewhere that she wasn't aware of? Honestly. Abby had hoped that somehow Dean was different, and wouldn't sleep with her and not mean it. Surprise, Surprise, Abby was wrong, yet again. Why hadn't she gone for the considerate and caring brother, and not the one with a chip on his shoulder, and mommy issues? She pondered this as she let the water run, to get it warm enough, close to scalding, to eliminate Dean from her body. Everywhere he had touched, or kissed was still aflame, and needed to be expunged. She wished she could forget what had happened between them, but she knew that she would always look fondly back at that memory, despite her better judgment. Abby knew that she loved him, despite every part of her telling her it was stupid, and would amount to nothing, she still did. She wasn't going to deny that fact anymore, but she knew that it wouldn't make a difference for he did not feel that way about her, which was apparent by the way he treated her this morning. If he thought that he was going to get away with this so easily, he had another thing coming. If he thought demons were scary, then he had never met a woman scorned.

"You just wait, Dean Winchester," she laughed to herself. Maybe the demon part of her was getting too strong.

A/N: Hey all! Sorry for the long delay in this chapter...I left it longer to make up for it...well, long for me ^^ I was kind of disheartened by this story... not thinking people liked it too much, but then I thought I should just finish it because I liked it, and maybe some others would too :D Anyways Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who read the last chapter ^^ Hope you liked this one. XoXo Rainy