Foamys be Yummy In The Tummy

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Dean frowned as he looked at Abby. She was sitting on the couch next to him nursing her 3rd beer. The pizza lay on the coffee table in front of them as they watched "The Mummy", more than half off it was gone but Abby hadn't touched it yet. Her eyes were red and puffy and Dean had pretended not to notice she'd been crying when she came back after finally picking out an outfit for her grandmother. As soon as she'd picked out the outfit, it hit her and it hit her hard, her grandmother was gone, she'd curled up on grandmother's bed and grieved for the woman who had been good to her and her brother for so long. Abby finished her beer and walked to the kitchen, Dean watched her go and hoped she was going to eat something. His hope was dashed when she came out with another beer. He wanted to tell her to eat something, but he wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject. He remembered how irrational he could get when he'd lost someone but still, he had to say something. He wished for a moment that Sam was there, Sam would know what to do, he was better at this whole talking thing. Dean decided to just say the first thing that popped into his head.

She plopped down on the couch next to him and tried to open the beer but her fingers slid around the top, missing their mark. She squinted at it as she tried to focus her vision. Dean almost laughed out loud when her mask of concentration transformed into a delighted expression as she managed to open it, she was downright adorable.

"You should eat something." blurted Dean.

"I will." she said as she took a sip of her beer.

"That much beer on an empty stomach'll make you sick." said Dean

"I don't get sick, this thing here is a steel trap." joked Abby as she patted her stomach before taking another sip.

"I don't doubt that but you really should eat." repeated Dean.

"And you should really . .. uh. .. get a monkey." said Abby.

"A what?" asked Dean taken aback.

"A monkey, you know, cute little furry creature, long tail, chatters a lot." said Abby as she puffed her cheeks and pushed her ears foreward with her hands to imitate a monkey. Dean shook his head, an incredulous look on his face.

"Why a monkey?" asked Dean curiously.

"Cuz you've got this mischievous look about you." said Abby as she grinned at him.

"I look mischievous?" asked Dean, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yep." said Abby, popping the p.

"Hang on, no changing the subject, you still need to eat something." said Dean.

"I will, after I finish this one." said Abby as she shook her beer bottle before taking another sip.

"No, I think you've had enough." said Dean as he tried to take the bottle from her. She wrapped her hands tightly around it and pouted at him.

"You can't take my foamy away." she said, her bottom lip sticking out as she shot him a puppy dog look that rivalled Sam's.

"Foamy?" asked Dean.

"Yeah, cuz it's all. .. .foamy and yummy in my tummy." she said as she peered into the bottle.

"I don't know you well enough to say if you're drunk or not, but I think you should really let me have that. .. foamy." said Dean, grinning as he said the last word.

"That's right, you don't know me very well, so you shouldn't care if I drink or not." she said, sticking her tongue out at him before trying to lift the beer to her lips but Dean clasped his hands over hers and held on tight preventing her from shifting the beer.

"I do care because you're one of my girls." said Dean.

"Huh?" asked Abby raising an eyebrow at him, she wasn't quite sure why that simple statement sent her heart racing into overdrive even as his fingers covered hers.

"I saved you so that means I'm responsible for you now." said Dean as he attempted to pry the bottle from her long fingers.

"So if you saved an old lady's cat from a rabid . .. triceratops, would you claim the cat or give it back to that sweet little old lady?" asked Abby as she tilted her head sideways and looked at him.

"I would. . . hang on, a rabid triceratops?" asked Dean in suprise.

"It could happen." she said with a shrug, "What would you do?" she asked.

"I'd give her back the cat of course." said Dean.

"Exactly so while I'm extremely grateful that you saved me, you gave me back, wait, that doesn't sound right. Makes me sound like property or an old sandwich." said Abby with a thoughtful frown as she tried to find an appropriate comparison.

"Speaking of sandwich, will you please eat?" asked Dean.

"I don't feel hungry." said Abby as she looked at him with wide, sad eyes.

"I get it, I know how you feel but if your grandmother was here she'd want you take care of yourself." said Dean as he managed to slowly pry the bottle out of her grasp.

"She'd smack me behind my head and tell me to behave or she'd make me scrub the kitchen floor with a toothbrush." said Abby, grinning as she remembered her grandmother and the threats that she'd never follow through on. Tears filled her eyes as she realised she would never hear her grandmother's voice again. She quickly looked down at her hands so he wouldn't see her cry.

"I'll be right back." she said quickly. Dean felt his stomach clench, he felt like kicking himself for making her cry again. She got to her feet, tottering slightly as she attempted to go to the bathroom. Dean quickly stood to help her, something tugged inside him as he caught sight of her face. She looked so lost and sad he reached out on impulse and pulled her to him. She stood rigid for a second before burying her face in his chest and letting the tears run freely, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs as she gripped the front of his shirt.

"It's all gonna be alright." he murmured in her ear as he gently ran his hands over her back in a comforting manner.

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"I miss Abby." sighed Willow as she put her chin on the table and drew shapes on the table with her fingers.

"It's only been. .." Sam checked his watch. "6 hours." he commented.

"We used to talk for hours and hours, most times were usually arguements but I still liked our talks." said Willow as she turned her head sideways, pressing her cheek against the table.

"Captive audience huh?" commented Sam as she continued to flip through the large book in front of him. Suddenly Willow lifted her head and twisted around to look at her back.

"What's wrong?" asked Sam.

"I felt like something was digging into my ba. . . . oooowww!" she exclaimed as she jerked foreward and tried to see her back.

"What's wrong?" asked Sam.

"Something keeps . .oh look, blood." said Willow as she looked at the hand she'd touched her back with. "I haven't bled in ages . . ." she trailed off as she collapsed foreward onto the table.

"Bobby!" yelled Sam as he quickly got up and ran over to her side of the table.

"What the hell happened? I know she was a little touchy feely but did you have to knock her out?" asked Bobby.

"I didn't do this, she started flinching and she was bleeding then she passed out." said Sam as he tried to wake her up. Sam frowned as he looked at her back, the green dress was stained with 3 long red stripes.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Bobby as a 4th stripe began to appear, slowly moving down her back from her left shoulder to her right hip.

"I have no idea." said Sam as he looked at Bobby who was staring back at him, his look of confusion mirroring Sam's.

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"Where is it?" asked Myra in a cheerful voice as she slowly ran a long dark purple nail with white tips across the back of the nymph tied to a tree in front of her.

"I don't know, please, stop." sobbed the nymph, her green dress was ripped at the back and hang on her, held together by the few bits of cloth that hadn't been shredded by Myra's long nails.

"I know you know where it is, tell me now before I lose my temper." said Myra in a dangerously low voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about." sobbed the nymph.

"Boss, she's telling the truth, our scouts just sent word, turns out she's not a full blooded nymph, she's half elf, the secret woudn't have been passed on to her." said Mark as he walked over to Myra.

"So I ruined my manicure on this USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" said Myra, yelling out the last words as she dug her nail even deeper into the creature in front of her.

"I'm afraid so, sorry boss." said Mark.

"Don't be sorry." said Myra, as she cupped his face in her blood stained hands. "Get me RESULTS!" she screamed as she slapped him hard across the face sending him face first into a tree a few feet away. The few remaining demons and vampires slowly edged away, not wanting to be on the receiving end on the boss' wrath.

"Oh Mark, I'm so sorry." said Myra as she ran over to Mark and sat on the ground next to him. She pulled his unconscious body to her and cradled his head in her lap.

"I need you to wake up now, we have work to do." said Myra as she stroked his hair. "Ok fine, be lazy, let this be the first and last time." she said as she laid him none too gently on the ground again. "I guess I'll just have to kill some time with you until he wakes up." said Myra as she walked over to the whimpering nymph/elf who couldn't see anything that was happening behind her but had heard it all.

"Please, no." she sobbed as Myra moved up behind her.

"Maybe I'll just kill you along with the time." said Myra as she licked her blood covered fingers. She raised her hand over her head and was about to drive her hand through the creature's back when she suddenly disappeared, leaving Myra to rake her nails into the tree. Myra screamed in rage as her hand cut clear through the tree, effectively choping it in half.

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ooooh *blinks* where'd the nymph go ? *goes off to consult my muse, she's got me in the dark on this one for now *mutters about secretive muses hiding all the cookies*

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