Chapter 25
Dean pulled the impala into the driveway and shut it off. He shut off the engine off and hopped out of the car. He ran over and opened Lynlee's side of the door, offering her his hand.
"My lady." he smiled.
Lynlee laughed and handed him her hand. He helped her out of the car and they walked up to the front door. Dean opened the door and swept Lynlee up into his arms. He carried her over the threshold and closed the door behind them.
"Home sweet home, Mrs. Winchester." he said.
"Why thank you Mr. Winchester." she smiled.
Dean sat her down and wrapped his arms around her, embracing his lips with hers. They stood in the foyer, having a full on make-out session when the phone rang. Dean groaned and Lynlee only laughed.
"I'll get it." she said.
"You really don't have to." said Dean, wrapping his arms tighter around Lynlee.
"It could be Lilly." said Lynlee.
"Baby she's five, I highly doubt she's gonna call us." said Dean.
"Dean." she said.
"Ugh, fine." he said.
"Go start packing or else we'll miss our flight." she said.
"I don't know why we're flying, we could just drive somewhere." mumbled Dean, as he went upstairs.
Lynlee laughed as she went into the kitchen to grab the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey Lyn, it's Sam. I'm really sorry to bother you but, Lilly forgot her bear and she's having a bit of a meltdown." said Sam.
"Oh I completely forgot, I am so sorry! Uh, me and Dean will drop it off on our way to the airport." said Lynlee.
"Okay, thanks. And I must give you ultimate props for getting Dean to get on a plane." said Sam.
"Well, you just got to know how to talk to him." said Lynlee.
"I bet." joked Sam.
"Oh shush." laughed Lynlee.
There was a loud thud from upstairs that caught Lynlee's full attention.
"Listen Sam, I gotta go. See ya." she said, and hung up before Sam could answer.
She crept to the entryway of the kitchen and listened. She didn't hear much except for a another thud.
"Dean?" she called out.
When she didn't get an answer she stepped in front of a panel in the wall and pushed it, causing the panel to slid back and over, revealing a wall of every gun known to man, along with a few knives. Lynlee had them all over the house, and only her and Dean knew where they were.
She grabbed a sawed off shot gun off the wall and loaded a couple of rounds in. She locked it and checked around the bottom of the house, checking for sulfur. When she didn't she crept upstairs, making sure she didn't trip on her dress in the process. She stepped onto the second floor and flattened herself against the wall. She slid down the hall towards her bedroom and saw the door slightly ajar.
She looked inside to see Dean tied to one of the chairs, and a cloth in his mouth. He had a gash on his forehead that had blood trickling down his face and soaking into his collar. He head lulled to the side, and he looked as if he was drifting in and out of consciousness. She noticed a shadow on the wall and tried to make out the figure, but it was just a glob.
"I'm ashamed of you, Dean." said the unknown guest. "I would have thought you were better than this, seems you've got a little rusty over the years. But that's understandable. You've been busy, building your family and what not."
"Go to hell." said Dean, muffled by the cloth in his mouth.
"Well, unfortunately I have never been there, but I heard it is just lovely. But I am a little disappointed that you would think I am a demon, I thought you had a better eye than that."
Lynlee heard skin on skin and knew she had hit Dean. She heard him groan and cough and decided it was time to make herself known. She kicked open the door and walked in, shot gun pointing straight at the intruder.
"Oh well if it isn't Lynlee Winchester herself."
"Abigail." said Lynlee, her breathe escaping her.
"Wow, I'm surprised you remembered me." said Abigail, placing her hand over her heart in mock offense.
"Believe me I've tried." said Lynlee.
"Hm, I'm sure. Listen, I don't really have any time for chit chat. I've got some business to do so I would really appreciate it if you could leave us alone for a bit." said Abigail, motioning to herself and Dean.
"Well, see I would love to, but unfortunately, that is my husband, and if you want him, you're gonna have to go through me." said Lynlee, cocking her shot gun.
"Oh that's cute. You see, you should know something first, I'm not a demon, so your little rock salt, isn't gonna do much." said Abigail.
"No it won't." said Lynlee, shooting off a round into Abigail's chest, sending her crashing into the wall. "But it'll hurt like hell."
Lynlee popped out the cartridge and loaded another round while walking over to Abigail's shocked form. She looked down over her to see her twitching, the force of the blow causing her body to react. Lynlee flipped over the shot gun and slammed the butt end into Abigail's head, knocking her out.
Lynlee set down the gun and grabbed one of the chairs from the hallway. She dragged it into her bedroom and set it in front of Abigail. She untied Dean and took out the piece of cloth in his mouth. He ripped off the last piece of rope and grabbed Lynlee into a hug.
"I'm so glad you're here." he said.
"Well when you didn't answer I knew something was wrong." she said. "Come on, let's tie her up before she wakes up."
Dean grabbed Abigail and hoisted her up, plopping her down onto the chair. Lynlee grabbed some rope from the closet and tossed it to Dean. He tied Abigail up and made sure the knots were tight. Lynlee grabbed her first aid kit from the bathroom and a towel.
"Come here." she said.
Dean sat down on the bed and Lynlee sat down next to him. She pulled out some bandages and some alcohol. She poured some onto a gauze pad and gently placed it on Dean's gash. He hissed in pain and backed away.
"Come on you big baby." she said.
"Yea, yea." he said.
Lynlee continued to clean his gash, getting all the blood off of his face and from around the cut. She grabbed a bandage and placed it gently over his injury. She took the towel and wiped off his face, making sure all blood was off.
"So I guess she is alive." said Dean, glancing over towards the unconscious Abigail.
"Yea, I just wish I knew why." said Lynlee.
"Yea." said Dean. "Look, let's get changed and then we can start looking in as to why she's here."
"Fine with me." she said.
Lynlee grabbed some gray dance pants and a black tank top from her drawer, along with a red zip up sweater. She went into the bathroom and Dean helped unbutton the back. He slid his hands over her shoulders and kissed each one.
"You looked beautiful today." he said.
"Thank you." she smiled. "You didn't look to bad yourself Mr. Winchester."
"Well I try my best." he said.
Lynlee laughed and stepped out of her dress, getting changed into more comfortable clothes. She slid on her pants and then slid on her tank top, pulling it over her ever growing belly. She pulled on her sweater when Dean placed his hands over her belly.
"He's growing." he said.
"Yea, thanks." she said.
"You look beautiful. Besides, I haven't had the opportunity to see you pregnant. I'm looking forward to being able to wait on you hand and foot." he said.
"Well, if you'd like, we can start know." she smiled.
Dean laughed and kissed her. They heard a soft groan from their bedroom , knowing that Abigail had regained consciousness. They stepped into the bedroom to see her glaring daggers at both of them.
"About time." she growled.
"If you'd like we can let you suffer for a little bit more, or we can end it all very quickly." said Dean.
"We can do whatever you wanna do, cutie." said Abigail.
"Sorry, I have other priorities." he said.
"Oh yes, always did choose that little tramp over me." she said.
"Who are you calling a tramp?" asked Lynlee.
"Oh please, you knew Dean and I were meant for each other. You felt so threatened that you would be all alone with no one by your side." said Abigail.
"Yea I did. I had insecurities, but I have my security blanket, where's yours?" asked Lynlee.
Abigail just glared at her. She tried getting out of the knots holding her to the chair, but she didn't get close. Dean grabbed his knife while Lynlee stood in the back, her shot gun resting on her shoulder.
"Listen Abigail." started Dean.
"Please, call me Abi." smiled Abigail.
Dean just looked at her not impressed in the least.
"Ok, Abigail." he said, clearly irritating the girl. "I really wanna know why you're hear. And I don't care if you're a demon or not, I will kill you. So either way, you can tell me why you're here and you can maybe live, or we can end it now. What's it gonna be?"
The room was quiet as they awaited the answer. Abigail seemed to think about her answer, which frightened and intrigued Dean and Lynlee.
"Fine, we'll do it the easy way." sighed Abigail, defeated.
"Fantastic." said Dean. "Let's start from the beginning shall we? Okay. First things first, why are you here?"
"I have my reasons." she said.
"I meant, how are you alive?" he asked.
"Well Dean, if you're gonna think someone's dead, you should make sure they're dead. Hell. I was pretty close, until someone paid me a visit. They told me that if I did them a favor, I could have anything I wanted." smirked Abigail, her eyes trained directly on Dean.
Lynlee grew a little jealous at the eyes being made at Dean so she decided to jump in. She walked over and pulled a chair directly in front of Abigail, and sat down straddling it.
"Who'd you make the deal with?" ordered Lynlee.
"My Lynlee, you've gotten fat." said Abigail.
"I'm pregnant you stupid bitch. Now tell me, who did you make the deal with." said Lynlee, pulling a handgun from behind her and pointing it directly at Abigail's forehead.
Abigail heaved a huge sigh out of annoyance and jealousy and rolled her eyes.
"I don't know, some guy." she said.
"Does this guy have a name?" asked Lynlee, quickly losing her patience.
"Something that started with a J." she said.
"Well that's helpful." said Dean, sarcastically.
Lynlee sat and thought about who could possibly be this secret man. Dean had asked Abigail something while Lynlee was zoning out.
"He had blue eyes like the ocean, and he was tall, blonde hair. He said if I could rid Lynlee of Dean, I'd get to keep my conquest." she said.
"Jared." whispered Lynlee.
"Yes! Jared. I guess you are a quick cookie." mocked Abigail.
"Tell me, when did you make this deal?" asked Lynlee.
"Years ago." smiled Abigail.
"Humor me." said Lynlee.
"About six or seven years ago. He said when my job was done, he'd come to personally, and let me have what I've wanted for so long." she said.
"Hm, well, Abigail, I hate to burst your bubble, again, but I'm sorry to say that Jared died, five years ago, so your little deal with him is over." said Lynlee.
"What? No, he told me that when I completed my task that I could have Dean, that he would be mine!" shouted Abigail.
"Yes but unfortunately, Jared's dead. Sent his ass back to hell." said Lynlee.
"You bitch!" shouted Abigail.
She started rocking back and forth on the chair, trying to get free. Dean pulled Lynlee away form her, pushing her behind him. Abigail's head shot up, eyes as black as night.
"You should have rethought your actions. Now you're gonna pay for what I went through for you." said Abigail.
Lynlee looked at Abigail and noticed her eyes flash an electric blue. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked deeper. She walked around from Dean and approached Abigail.
"Jared?" asked Lynlee.
"I always knew you were smart Lynlee. I just never knew how smart." said Abigail, clearly controlled by Jared's spirit.
"How'd you get out?" asked Lynlee.
"You're not the only clever one." said Abigail.
Abigail ripped her hands from the chair, ripping the rope away from her wrists. Dean grabbed Lynlee and pulled her back as Abigail started to approach the two. Suddenly, Abigail stopped, clearly confused.
"You're not the only clever one Jared." said Dean.
Dean looked up to the ceiling as did Abigail. A Devil's Trap was written along the ceiling, trapping Abigail's body.
"I'm sending you back to hell, for good." said Lynlee.
"I'll just crawl back out." said Abigail.
"I don't think so." said Dean.
Somewhere in the interrogation, Dean had grabbed the Latin spell to send the spirit back to hell, for good. Dean opened the book and began reading, and Abigail began to flinch. This spell was greater than the ones they've used before, and Abigail knew it.
Abigail began to scream and flinch. She shook as the demon inside of her erupted from her mouth, flying through the air and going straight to hell. The body of Abigail fell to the floor, the skin turning white and the lips black. They eyes stared lifeless up at Dean and Lynlee, causing them both to shiver.
Lynlee felt faint and sat down, breathing heavily. Dean grabbed the towel that was used to wipe his face and placed it over Abigail's eyes. He turned around to see Lynlee shaking, her face white as a ghost. He walked over to her and bent down, bringing her into his arms. He ran his hands along her back, trying to calm her down.
"I thought it was all over." she said.
"It is know." said Dean.
"But you heard him Dean. He came back once, what makes you think he won't again?" she asked.
"Even if he does, I will hunt that son of a bitch down and kill him over and over and over again until he gets the message that if he messes with us, he messes with me, personally. And he won't like what I'll do to him." said Dean.
Lynlee looked over to Dean, tears in her eyes. She smiled at him and layed her head on his shoulder. He ran his hands through her hair.
"You know, we don't have to go on our honeymoon. We can just stay here." said Dean.
"Oh no, we're going." she said.
"Baby come on, you know I hate flying." said Dean.
"Hm, I was really hoping we could join the mile high club. But, since, you don't feel comfortable flying, then we can just forget about it." said Lynlee.
"Wow, wow, wow. Let's not be hasty. I mean, it's the mile high club, that's a heavy thing to miss out on ya know?" said Dean, clearly turned on.
"Great! So let's finish packing so we can get it on." smirked Lynlee. "Oh and call Sam to uh, get rid of that."
Dean turned around to see the body of Abigail still on the floor. Dean sighed and stepped over her to grab the phone. Lynlee went to walk out when Dean called back to her.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine. I just had a little meltdown, but, I really am okay." she said.
"Alright, go pack so we can get it on!" he said enthusiastically.
Lynlee left the room, laughing. Dean called Sam and told him everything that had happened. He mentioned that he had some burying to do and that he should get over there as soon as possible. After he hung up, he quickly packed everything he thought he would need into his suitcase and rushed out of the bedroom. He threw his stuff into the car and rushed back inside to help Lynlee with anything else.
"I'm almost done chachi, settle down." she laughed.
He threw everything she had into a suitcase with much protest from Lynlee and rushed her down the stairs and outside. He wanted to get this honeymoon on, and if rushing Lynlee out was the way to do it, then he would do it.
He sped to the airport and after some inspiring words from Lynlee and some promised passionate things, Dean got on the plane. He put on his headphones and listened to Metallica, trying to calm himself down. Lynlee held his hand all the way through take off and half way through the flight. He finally persuaded her and they both became members of the mile high club, twice over.
They're life together started once again, and Dean was thankful for everything he had. Yes it had been rough in the beginning, but through all the hardships and emotional train wrecks, it was all worth it.
Okay...so even I was a little confused when writing this chapter...Jared is inside of Abigail's body, I know that some parts were confusing when referring to Abigail and Jared, but they're the same person...just Jared is inside of Abigail...which sounds really dirty...lol...but please let me know what you think! I think I'm gonna post one more chapter kind of like a flash in the future or something of that nature. So yea...please review!! Thanks!