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 right after "Road Kill," (approx. end of Feb. '06) and ends before "Lazarus Rising" (season 4). This story has some spoilers of Season 2 and 3. This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."
Sam leaned over his brother's lifeless body, cradling him in his arms.
"Dean," Sam sobbed as he looked into his brothers green eyes that now held no hint of life.
The screams of demons from outside the house caught his attention. He placed Dean reverently down on the floor as the screeches and shredding of a fight sounded from outside. The door blew open as a demon was kicked into the house. A blur appeared on top of him suddenly, chanting Latin, before the demon was exorcised. The form sitting atop the demon was tackled. It rebounded back to a fighting stance and attacked with its canines lengthened. The creature fought with its fangs, going for the jugular, before the other vampire forced its teeth into its victim's neck. The second vampire fell to the floor with the first standing over it, kicking it in the side.
As she approached with her colleague, Sam hardly recognized her. She was dressed in tight black and looked as strong as ever. She was once again the warrior they had first met in Chicago.
Another demon attacked from behind, and this time her partner pinned him to the wall while she chanted Latin as quickly as possible before dowsing him with holy water. The demon was quickly expelled into the night as the thick black smoke they were all far too accustomed.
She blurred back to the door to yell a command at her hunting party.
"Take as many alive as you can! We need answers from these demon assholes," she demanded.
She zoomed back into the room next to her female partner.
"Dean? Sam," she yelled in desperation
"Abby," Sam asked in a choked voice.
"Sam," she yelped relieved.
"Abby, don't come in here," Sam said, blocking her view of the body on the floor.
"Abby," Lenore whispered. "You're hurt." She pointed to the blood oozing from the younger vampire's shoulder. Her arm was twisted at an unnatural angle and Sam winced as Abby popped it back into place without so much as a whimper.
She continued her pursuit towards him as he shielded his grief stricken thoughts from her as best as he could.
"Don't," he pleaded with more tears flowing down his face.
She waltzed up to him determined. Her eyes glanced down to the floor behind Sam and she took a sudden intake of breathe.
"Let me pass, Sam," she demanded.
"No."
She pushed Sam out of the way by force, knocking him clear into the adjacent wall. He slumped down and looked out the window onto New Harmony, out onto a world he never knew before. It was a world without Dean.
Her agonized shriek brought him back to the gruesome scene.
Abby knelt before him, tenderly caressing his face.
"Dean, Dean," she repeated. She shook him to illicit a response. His body shook from her force but then slowly stopped all involuntary movement.
"NO," she screeched, more animal than man.
She threw herself on top of his brother, throwing his lifeless arm over her body, cradling herself in his dead hands.
"Abby," Sam choked in his bereavement as he reluctantly approached her.
She turned towards him and growled with her canines lengthened.
"There's too much of his blood in here," Lenore whispered somberly to Sam. "We need to get her out of here."
Abby rocked herself in Dean's arm, absently stroking his face. Her hair was matted in his blood as she laid on his ripped chest, apparently listening for a heartbeat.
Sam approached her slowly and touched her back. She snarled and threw her arm back into his chest, breaking one of his ribs.
"Abby," Sam winced. "I'm sorry, he's gone."
"No, no, he's just sleeping." She kissed his cold cheek waiting for a reaction. When she didn't get one, she sobbed uncontrollably into his torso.
Sam was horrified at her face covered in his brother's blood as she grieved. Her nails gripped his skin so tight that he could see the flesh slightly tear from her force. Her own lips bled from the force of her sharp fangs against her lower lip. It was then that he truly realized she wasn't human and he couldn't bear to see another thing slash away at his brother, no matter how unintentional.
"Get her out of here, Lenore," Sam ordered. "Now."
Lenore took hold of Abby, grabbing her forcefully by the shoulders. Despite her best protests, Lenore dragged her back from Dean.
"NO," Abby screamed kicking and screaming all the while slashing at Lenore. "I'm not leaving him!"
Abby tore at Lenore not caring that she was her friend. Sam looked at her stoically although his mind was clear; she was a monster and he wanted her gone.
She hissed at his thoughts as her eyes never left the two bodies on the floor. Dean and Ruby. Dead.
She had vowed that she was going to save Dean or it would kill her…and she was right. Whatever amount of humanity that had existed because of her love for Dean was gone. Sam was right, she was just another supernatural creature.
A growl escaped from deep within her chest and she pushed Lenore off her. She gazed at Sam, meeting his soft, sad eyes. Abby wanted to say she was sorry she failed. She wanted to hug him hard and tell him she understood what it meant to lose a brother. But, she didn't.
She wiped the blood off lip and ran out the door.
Abby blurred through the woods near New Harmony, Indiana with no real intention except escape. She needed to think of a solution. Her mind raced with thoughts and images of the night. She pumped her legs as fast as she could while she easily hopped over any natural obstacles in her path.
Her senses were open to the wildlife running around in the forest. A rabbit crossed the trail in front of her before darting for shelter. A fox stealthily hunted a family of opossums.
Then the scent hit her with enough force to stop her in her tracks. Human. She zoomed to a safe spot to watch a human girl running through the woods on a paved path. Sweat dripped off of her body as the runner kept pace to the Ipod in her ears.
Abby listened for that semi-human part of her mind to warn her not to hurt the soul, but it never answered. She stalked the brown hair girl from afar, steadily becoming hungrier as the taste of perfume and sweat wafted down her throat with every inhale.
'Screw it,' she thought. With Dean gone, there was no noble reason to be good.
Any intention she had of walking away vanished. Silently, she tracked her unknowing prey.
With a rumbled growl, she crouched and pounced.
The girl screamed slightly before Abby had time to put a hand over her mouth. She sank her canines into the young woman's throat, feeling her own grief subside with every sip. Her lips drank from the girl with every intention of the kill, until an idea dawned on her.
The young woman started to go limp in her arms and she reluctantly pulled away before her heart stopped. Her heart couldn't stop; Abby would need her alive. In her delirious state, she was determined to still save Dean from Hell. That was her promise, now more than ever, no matter what the consequences.
Abby picked up the young jogger and held her tight against her as she ran to a safe place where she could do the necessary ritual. She knew in order to rescue Dean, she would need someone who had been to Hell. She had to find a way to summon Ruby.
THE END.
Well, that's it for "Broken." Thank you all for reading! I had a blast writing it and I appreciate all the reviews. This story will be a trilogy, so look for the third, currently untitled, installment sometime soon. I will post a link on this story when I decide to upload it.
The play list for "Broken" will be up soon!
Thanks again! Lauren
