20

"Bobby's gonna have Ritchie check out Ohio." Sam informed them, walking back into the room. "He's kinda surprised by you taking a break, he's worried one of us is hurt more than you told him last night, Dean."

"Our main thing was killing Yellow Eyes, now he's gone, I think we deserve a break." Dean explained. "I'll call Bobby, put his mind at ease."

"He worries too much." Abbie commented, coming out of the bathroom, towel drying her hair. "I can call Bobby, let him know we're all alive and kicking, once I have breakfast."

"Coffee and pancakes." Sam announced, placing the bag on the table.

"How's your shoulder?" Abbie asked, joining him at the table.

"It's a bit sore." He admitted, "It'll pass."

Abbie shot a worried look at Dean, who just shrugged. "Well, you be sure to let us know if it doesn't pass, ok?"

"This coming from the girl who's not out of hospital a week." Sam laughed, "I'll be fine, just need to rest it and keep up with the pain killers. How're you anyway?"

"My head or my non spleen?" She asked, laughing too. "I'm fine, Sam. And hungry, these look great."

"Taste great too." Dean agreed, his mouth full of pancake. "I say we spend the next two weeks here."

"We're not staying here for two weeks, Dean." Abbie told him, "Where's the excitement in that?"

"But these pancakes...." He argued. "They're to die for."

"Not funny." Abbie answered, picking up her coffee and walking over to the bed to grab her jacket and phone. "Back in a bit. I'll call Bobby when I'm out."

"What did I say?" Dean asked Sam, confused.

"The 'to die for' might have been a bit much given the current circumstance." Sam answered, sighing.

"I better go and see if she's ok." Dean stood up.

"I'll go, maybe she needs to talk about it with someone."

"Yeah, that's why I was gonna-"

"With someone who's not you." Sam interrupted, "Someone who understands."

"I understand, it's me who's dying, remember?"

"Yeah, and you may have made peace with that fact, not everyone else has." Sam reminded him. "I'll be back soon. You stay here." Sam walked out of the room, and frowned, not sure where to look first. He stopped when he seen a play park, and a lonely figure sitting on the swing set. He walked over, "Hey." Abbie was sitting on the swing, sipping her coffee. She looked up at him, eyes red.

"Hey." She answered simply. "Dean send you?"

"No, he wanted to come find you, but I figured maybe you wanted to talk to someone who understands." Sam explained, sitting on the swing next to her. "It's not easy, is it?"

"No, it's not. I'm trying to think positive, you know? We'll find a way out of it, if not, we'll try and have the best time we can until..." She sighed heavily. "We have to think of something, Sam."

"I've been trying, believe me. Books and books."

"Bobby said it can't be done. That your dad would've beaten it if it could've been done."

"Dad didn't have a year like Dean and it was Yellow Eyes that done the deal, totally different circumstances." Sam told her.

"I guess that's something." Abbie tried to smile.

"Yeah it is." Sam stood up from his swing, towering over her.

"I guess I need to not flip out every time someone mentions the word die." She laughed, standing up too.

"C'mere." Sam wrapped her in a hug, "I don't want to lose him either."

Dean watched the scene from the motel window, slightly jealous that Sam had been the one to comfort her, but also glad to see them support each other, because if they didn't find a way to break his deal, they would need each other.

"So, think Dean's eaten my pancakes?" Abbie asked, looking towards the motel room.

"We could stop by the diner and get more." Sam suggested.

"Kinda lost my appetite." Abbie admitted, "I'd better call Bobby." She pulled out her phone. "Hey Bobby. Yeah everyone's fine, just checking in with you to let you know we're all ok. Yeah, last night with those two guys was pretty scary, but Dean sorted them. Break? Yeah, well, it was Dean's idea, he said he was tired of this, and given what's going on, I don't think we should be denying him a few weeks. I know, Bobby. I'll call you and let you know where we're at tomorrow, ok. Take care of yourself. I will, bye Bobby."

"So, Bobby believes we're all ok and in one piece?" Dean asked, as they walked back in, Abbie nodded. "Everything cool?" Abbie nodded again, Dean looked up at Sam, not sure if she was ok.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"Abs?"

"I'm ok, sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have flipped out." Abbie sank down on the bed, "Did you enjoy my pancakes?" She asked, noting their disapearance.

"Well, you see, uh..." Dean stuttered.

"It's ok, coffee was enough for me anyway." She picked up a map, "So, what's the plan for today?"

"How about we head south?" Dean suggested, "Towards Brooklyn."

"What's in Brooklyn?" Sam was curious.

"Coney Island." Abbie answered, "Roller coasters."

"Roller coasters?" Sam smiled, "You wanna take a break to ride roller coasters?"

"He does."

"He's in the room, and capable of answering for himself." Dean mumbled. "So, what do you say, Sammy?" Sam nodded, "Abbie?"

"Count me in, I can hold the cotton candy while you and Sam go on the roller coasters."

"No roller coaster for you?" Dean asked, disappointed. "You'll go head to head with a demon, but you're scared of a roller coaster?"

"Yeah, so what?" Abbie answered, defensively. "Plus I still have sutures holding me together."

"You're so weird." Dean laughed.

"Yeah, I'm the weird one." She grabbed a book from the side of the bed, and started flicking through it. "When do we leave?"

"Let's get packed up and we can go."

(In the car)

"So, we spend the tonight there, then we spend a few days at the lake, then back to Bobby's for the rest of the time?" Sam asked, as they drove south.

"Sounds good to me." Abbie answered, not looking up from her book.

"Wonder how Ritchie's getting on?" Dean mused.

"Can we not talk about work?" Sam moaned, "I thought this was a vacation."

"It is." Abbie replied, "No work talk, sweetie." She reminded Dean, "This was your idea."

"It's just strange switching off I guess." He admitted, "Maybe you should distract me." He grinned at Abbie in the back seat.

"Maybe you should focus on the road." Abbie told him.

"Maybe you guys should get a room." Sam suggested, rolling his eyes.