She swirled the creamer in her coffee as she waited for Sam. She glanced down at her watch. One a.m. He was late.
Abby suddenly thought that maybe he got confused as to what diner to meet at, but she was pretty sure there was only one Bob's Diner in Clifton, PA. Plus, he did have a long drive from Queens, NY. She told herself to stop worrying and took a sip of her decaffeinated coffee.
Finally, she saw him pull up in a rented beater. He ran through the rain, shaking off his brown coat and shaggy hair as he entered.
She smiled up at him. He took the empty booth seat in front of her table, placing his wet jacket on the hook next to the table.
"Hey, Abby," he said smiling. "How are you?"
"Fine," she said stoically. "Long time, no see. What's it been now…two months?"
"Yeah, something like that," Sam said. "So, what did you call me all the way out here to tell me? What's wrong?"
"Well, I'm more worried about you first. How did you get shot in the shoulder, Sam?"
Sam told her about their latest case involving a cursed rabbit's foot.
"Did Dean scratch off a million lottery tickets," she smirked, causing Sam to laugh. She knew his brother all too well.
"Well, not a million, but a few," he laughed, before continuing on about how he became shot.
"Bela Talbot…I've heard of a Bela but not a Talbot. Perhaps she uses aliases? She really got you good," she said as she glanced at his arm.
She sighed. She didn't know who else to turn to in her moment of weakness. Well she did know. Abby wanted to turn to Dean, but she was too much of a coward to do it. So, she went for the next best thing; his brother.
"How's Dean," she asked instinctually.
Sam's reaction was strange. He was blocking her. She shouldn't have told him she had regained some of her telepathy. Although, she didn't need to read his mind to tell it was turning.
"Sam…what's wrong?"
"No, you first," he demanded.
"No…what's wrong with Dean," she gasped, seeing a reaction in his thoughts.
Sam looked up at the ceiling of the diner, his eyes towards the heavens.
"You remember the big devil's gate fiasco a few weeks ago?"
"With the big fight I couldn't join? Yeah, I remember. Dean called after he left that morning to tell me about the omens that you two were going to follow. The vampires were having their own battles with demons the night the gate opened too. It was pretty brutal, from what I heard. We lost many people. Well, what about it?"
"So," Sam started. "You know about our involvement? That we were there when it opened?"
"Yeah, so? Sam, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"
Sam told her of Azazel's plan and the wrangling of the psychic children to choose a successor. They were to fight to the death; the last one standing was the leader of the new demon army.
"I died, Abby. I was stabbed and I lost. And when I came back…any powers I had were gone. Absolutely, totally gone."
Part of Abby didn't believe him. He was emitting something in his aura. Something was…different about him. There wasn't that same power, but there was something powerful still in him.
"Well, then how the hell are you here," Abby demanded.
"Dean…he just couldn't move on. He…he sold his soul at the crossroads."
Her heart sank and she felt as if she was going to throw up, not like that wasn't something she was accustomed to over the last month or so.
"How long did he get," she asked stoically.
"One year."
They sat silent across from each other, but were both far away. Abby felt herself starting to break apart, her own crisis far away in comparison to Dean's.
"Sam, I gotta go," she said as she grabbed her purse. "Just forget we met here ok? And don't tell Dean about this!"
"Abby, what's wrong," he asked, following her through the diner.
"Just leave me alone, Sam!"
She ran out to the parking lot with the rain pouring down on her life. She felt strong arms around her and she found herself spun around to face him. Sam looked down at her with concerned eyes.
"Abby, what's wrong? You called me out here for something, now what the hell is it?! What's going on?"
"Sam, just drop it," she pleaded.
"No, goddamn it! What's wrong?"
"Sam, I'm pregnant," she blurted.