Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction starts a week after "Lazarus Rising" and this chapter has information on the episodes up until 10/24/08. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the third story in my trilogy: "Possession" and "Broken."

Abby moaned as Dean kissed the too sensitive spot on her neck. He knew exactly where to torture her.

"Ready for round…whatever it is. I kinda lost count," she giggled.

He responded by crashing his lips onto hers. She was lost in the touch and feel of him, bare skin against bare skin. That is, until the name Jamie popped into his head. She pushed against his chest, causing him to lift off and hover over her.

"What's wrong," he asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Who's Jamie," Abby asked nonchalantly.

Dean's mind started to panic, and he didn't have time shield her. She saw everything that happened with the bar wench. He could tell by the look on her face that she now knew everything.

"It was in October, ok? Before I looked you up."

"Dean," she said, playing with his amulet, "I can't hold what you did against you after what I did…"

"But," he continued.

"But, I'm just more upset that you let this Jamie take your…'new' virginity," she said. "You couldn't wait for me?"

"Oh. Well, don't be upset about that. Believe me, it wasn't anything that special. Not like you," Dean smiled before giving her a kiss.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she said in a breathy, seductive way that immediately made him groan.

Their kiss deepened to that primal instinct and their tongues fought for dominance. Their hands roamed each others bodies as their hips grinded against one another. After a full night of foreplay, it didn't take much for them to both be ready. She slid her legs apart, welcoming him to her. Their eyes met as he slid inside her. Abby was surprised as they lovingly gazed at each other as their hips rocked against one another, creating the pleasurable friction between them. They panted with each, matching the others rhythm as they moved as one.

Abby moved her hands off of Dean as she was losing her self-control.

"No," Dean grunted. "I want you to put your hands on me."

She gazed up at him, fearful of hurting him.

"You won't hurt me," he answered, as if he read her mind. "I trust you." She smiled at the 'Please, God, don't let her hurt me,' that popped in his head. Funny thing was, it was mostly because he didn't want to hurt her feelings more so than get physically injured.

Reluctantly, she slid her hands back to Dean's back, delighting in the feel of his muscles moving under her fingertips. Feeling a little more adventurous, and remembering their uninhibited night in St. Augustine, she wrapped her legs lightly around him. Dean moaned into her shoulder, his thrusts becoming more erratic. She smiled as her body took over, the tight feeling in her abdomen releasing into relaxing pulsation. Her hands remained on his body, lovingly stroking his back and shoulders as he became unhinged.

He panted into her shoulder as he regained composure. As he found himself, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She smiled down on top of him, planting kisses on his face.

"I told ya you wouldn't hurt me," he smirked.

"I guess you were right."

He rolled her off of him and back down onto the bed. Dean flipped onto his side to look at her, propping himself up on his arm. Abby stared up at the all too familiar cheesy hotel wall. Did anyone even make paisley wallpaper anymore?

"So, how's Sam been when he visits," Dean asked.

That was a subject she didn't want to breach. Sam and Dean had been getting along and going on hunts for the last month. Hell, Dean was even shockingly positive when he went hunting now. He, like her, had discovered it's real meaning and purpose…and he discovered a sort of peace in the fact that they were saving people. But Sam - that was a different subject all together.

"He's been ok, I guess."

"Just ok," he asked concerned.

"I don't know," she said, rolling onto her side to face him.

"What's going on," he asked.

What wasn't going on, she thought. Around the kids, Sam was the same as ever. In fact, he had even gone out of his way to correct Dylan on the whole Dada issue, making her son fully aware of the difference between Sam and Dean.

Abby was keeping her thoughts under lock and key around him, as she could feel him forcefully trying to probe hers. For what, she could only guess. And sometimes, it was the way he looked at her. When her back was turned, she could feel his eyes staring…and she could swear it almost burned. But when she turned around, he'd be looking in the other direction.

Sam even seemed fine when Dean and Abby started making trips to see each other alone. They had been doing it since around Thanksgiving. Whenever Dean was close by on a hunt, she'd stay the night at his hotel room and Sam would go babysit the kids. The next day, Dean would go drive Abby back and he'd spend the day with the kids. Sam would either choose to hang around or go back to the hotel on his own. Either way, things had seemed relatively ordinary. After all, it was Sam that had suggested that they should go back to how it was before Dean was gone.

It was only until recently that he began making her feel on edge. She thought back to the week before. It was Christmas, and the boys decided to spend it at her house with the kids, both staying the night. The day had gone with out a hitch. Christmas Eve was spent playing in the snow, watching old Christmas specials on T.V. and having some hot chocolate and alcohol infused eggnog by the fire. Dean and Abby put the kids to bed and then Sam joined them to bring out the presents and place them under tree. They laughed, shushing each other to keep their cover, as they slid the brightly colored paper onto the skirt beneath the tree. The three sat in front of it, admiring their clever handiwork, until it got too late. Abby and Dean went up to her bedroom and Sam stayed in the guestroom down the hall.

That night, Abby had the strange feeling to go check on the kids. She woke up and walked softly towards their bedroom. As she turned their door handle, she was startled to see a shadowy figure to her left. She jumped.

"They're fine," he spat, leaning against the guestroom doorjamb.

"But how did you…"

"I heard your thoughts. I checked. They're fine. Go to bed," he said, glancing to the room he once shared with Abby.

It was at that second that she could swear his eyes flashed yellow. She hurried back to her room, turning around once more to take a glimpse of him still watching her. Abby quickly closed the door and curled up next to Dean in bed. He didn't wake up, but did grab her close, holding her protected in his arms.

She didn't tell Dean about it Christmas morning. Between the kids excitedly opening presents and the relative normalcy of the day, she had forgotten to mention it. Besides, she was pretty convinced it was combination of a trick of light and lack of sleep. It was Sam she was talking about after all. Her reliable Sam. There was no way he was…

"It's nothing," she reassured him, after escaping her inner thoughts. She could tell by the look on his face that he didn't buy it.

"Abby, that's horse shit and you know it," he said. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No. No. It's nothing I can't handle," she assumed, not meeting his stare.

He lifted her chin and his green eyes searched hers.

"You're a terrible liar. And I know when you're upset about something. You don't have to go home tonight you know," Dean said with all seriousness.

"Yeah, I do, Dean. I miss the kids. Plus, Sam doesn't need to watch them all night. I should be relieve him of his duty," she managed through a weak, unconvincing smile.

"Well at least let me go back with you."

"No. I'll be fine, Dean. I swear."

She gave him a wide grin and she only hoped that he didn't see right through it. He probably did, but gave her his adorable smile anyway.

"Fine," he conceded. "But, call me when you get back, ok?"

"Dean, I'm just going home. It's not like I'm going out on a hunt. I'll be fine," she said as she left the bed to get dressed. Once she managed to finally find all her clothes, she found her purse and grabbed her keys off of the nightstand. "I love you. I'll see you soon, right?"

"Yeah. I'll be back sometime next week. Say hi to the kids for me again," he smiled.

"I will," she promised closing the door to leave. Little did she know, her glimpse of Dean in the hotelbed would be the last time she'd see him for quite some time.