'Looks like our thieving friend isnt home' observed Dean as we walked around the cemetary.

'You feeling anything?' he asked me in reference to my powers. I shook my head slowly.

'I don't know, exactly...I mean, I'm getting something but its like nothing I've ever come across before...its wierd...'

'Strangely enough' he muttered, looking around.

I couldn't shake the feeling I had. I had no idea what it even was...I couldn't even tell if it was coming from me or the demon...it was just this feeling of cold dread that was enveloping my insides, and I didn't know why...

An hour and a half later we met back in the centre of the cemetary.

Still nothing.

'This is friggin' ridiculous!' shouted Dean into the blackness. 'I feel like Buffy the freakin' Vampire Slayer...Jesus...'

'You're not as pretty as Buffy' I joked, poking him lightly. He shrugged.

'She's not that hot. Blondes don't really do it for me anymore'

I was glad that it was dark so that he couldn't see me blush, even though I knew his comment wasn't directed at me.

Just then Sam and Bobby appeared from the right.

'Anything?' I asked

Both shook their heads. Bobby leaned against the headstone across from the tombstone Dean and I were sitting on. Sam paced back and forward, muttering to himself.

I looked around nervously. I just couldn't put my finger on the wierd feeling I was experiancing...

'You OK?' I started and looked up to find Dean looking at me, his expression worried.

'Somethings wrong...' I whispered 'I just know it'

'Hey, its OK' he said putting an arm around my shoulders. Just then I heard something and my head shot up. My senses flared and I knew She was coming.

'She's here' I said quietly, staring at the dark clump of trees behind Sam and Bobby.

Dean looked startled. 'Abbi...who?Who's she?'

'She is the cats mother. I do have names, you know. But it would take too long to go through them all'

We all stared as a woman of about thirty stepped out from the darkness. Her eyes were as black as the sky, her skin tanned. Dark hair and a black flowing dress. Her voice sounded normal but it sent shivers down my spine.

'And who the hell might you be?' Asked Dean, standing up and staring at her defiantly.

'Oh I can be anything you want me to be, Dean. Every fantasy you've ever had all in one...I could even take the form of someone else, if you know what I mean' she said softly walking toward us.

'You touch her and you're dust' Dean growled, stepping in front of me. I had no idea what they were talking about...

'Hmm. Cute.' she answered, sweeping her gaze over us. 'I know all about you, Dean. And your brother, and Mr Singer...and of course you're sad little crush on her' she looked pointedly at me and I stared back in bewilderment.

'Oh don't be so naive, Abbi. Don't you know how much Dean loves you?How much he thinks about you? How much he worries about you?Pathetic, wouldn't you say?Of course-' she continued, turning to face us '-he knows that someone like him could never deserve the love of someone like you. And still he follows you around like a sad little puppy dog, just waiting to be your knight in shining armour' she sneered at Dean, who had his back to me and lowered his head.

I wanted to kill her. Right now.

'Oh, sit down' she told me, as the thought crossed my mind. 'How strange. You want to kill me for bad mouthing Dean...but of course we all know that you're just as needy and in love with him as he is with you!' She clapped her hands in mock glee. 'What a shame...and you've been waiting all this time to tell him! But you didn't because you're weak. Just like you're brother.'

I sprang up from the headstone, pulling my dagger from my belt but Dean held me back gently. She smiled cruelly.

'Dear Jason. What a guy. He was hot, I'l give you that. All smouldering dark looks...and he loved you so much. Even gave up his life to protect you . That's why he's dead, isnt it? Because of you?' She looked at me quizzically.

'I'm going to send you back to what ever pit you crawled out of' I hissed. She laughed derisively.

'I thought as much' she said amusedly. Suddenly she raised her hand Bobby went flying across the headstone where he lay still on the ground.

At once we all rushed forward. None of us had ever dealt with anything like this before, and it was carnage. It was like no matter what we did we couldn't get her.

She screamed a high pitched scream that ripped through my ears as Dean swung at her with his knife, before shooting at her. The shot hit her in the arm and she looked up, her eyes blazing with fury. She screamed and pointed at me. I tried to move but was rooted to the spot.

Suddenly Dean threw himself in front of me, pushing me to the ground. A blast of something hit him and he lay still. In panic I grabbed his colt and shot her in the forehead. Another ripping scream and she dissolved in a fury of black smoke. I threw the gun away and dropped to Dean's side.

'Dean?Dean!Wake up!' I lifted his head onto my lap but he stayed still. I felt for a pulse. Nothing. Fear crept over me like cold water.

'Dean...' I whispered 'It's me...I love you.You have to wake up'

Sam appeared and began checking his breath and pulse.

After a minute he looked up at me, his face white and his voice hoarse.

'He's...gone' he whispered, as though he didnt believe his own voice.

'No' I whispered. 'No.Dean!Dean!' I screamed his name over and over and crouched over him, holding him in my arms as I cried.