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"Get what you needed to get?" Bobby asked Abbie, eyeing the various bags.
"Think so." She answered as they walked back into his house. "How'd the translation go?"
"About halfway there." He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Want me to have a look at it?" She offered, dumping her bags on the couch.
"Feel free." Bobby smiled at her, "Want some dinner?"
"Yeah, let me just get changed then I'll have a look at the texts." She grabbed her bags and headed up to her bedroom, changed quickly then went back downstairs.
"Dean call you yet?" Bobby asked, seeing how the rain had turned to snow.
"Umm, no." She frowned, "I'll call him." She dialled the number.
"Dean Winchester." He answered.
"Hey."
"What's happened?" He asked, panic clear. "Are you ok? The-"
"I'm fine, calm down. Just wondered how the drive was going. Much snow? In fact, I'd feel better if you either pulled over or gave the phone to Sam." She told him, worrying about him driving.
"K, here's Sammy. It's Abbie." He told him, handing him the phone.
"Hi Sam. I was just checking in with you guys. No biggie. How's the weather?"
"Weather's getting worse by the second." He admitted, "Still got another 10 hours driving until we hit Seattle though."
"Can't you guys turn back?"
"I already suggested it to Dean, but he wants to get to the bottom of this...I shouldn't have mentioned it this morning. Any way, how are things back at the ranch? Get all your shopping done?"
"Yeah, I'm just about to start on Bobby's text." She explained, "Will you please book into a motel or something until the weather eases off?"
"Yes mom." Sam laughed, "We were gonna do that anyway, I'll get Dean to call once we've stopped, ok?"
"Thanks Sam."
"No problem, speak to you later."
"Bye Abs." She could hear Dean shout as Sam hung up.
"They ok out there?" Bobby asked, seeing her walking back into the living room.
"Yeah, about to book into a motel until the snow eases." Abbie told him, looking at his bookshelf.
"Looking for something?"
"No." She answered a little too quickly.
"Yeah right." Bobby commented, "You wanna tell me what happened at the mall and who you were talking to?"
"You saw him?"
"Hell yes I saw him." Bobby answered, "Spill it girl."
"Bobby..." Abbie sighed, "I don't think-"
"Dean wanted me to look after you when he wasn't here, I can't do that unless I know what's going on, now who was he?"
"You're not gonna believe me."
"I'm not gonna believe you? Abbie, I saw him with my own eyes, there's not a lot I don't believe in." Bobby sat down on his couch, waiting for Abbie to sit beside him.
"His name is Castiel, and he's an angel." Abbie started, "He's been charged with protecting me and the baby, the continuation of the Winchester line."
"And you told Dean when you called him." Bobby assumed.
"No, he thinks Dean wouldn't understand. Wants me to not tell him."
"You think that's wise? Dean's gonna go nuts if he finds out." Bobby warned.
"Which is why he's not gonna find out." Abbie told him. "Please Bobby."
"Well, we'd better see what we can find out about your so called angel." Bobby stood up and grabbed a book from his shelf. He leafed through, "Well, if he ain't an angel, he's certainly read up on them. Castiel is an angel, well, if he is Castiel that is."
"I thought angels wore white and had halos." Abbie frowned. "Not trenchcoats."
"Hell, I wasn't even sure they existed, but everything you've said..." Bobby sighed, "I dunno kid, I'm finding it hard to believe."
"Me too, but you gotta take the good stuff when you can, huh?" Abbie reasoned, "I mean, is it so bad having someone to look out for us?"
"I guess not." Bobby decided not to pursue the matter, seeing Abbie looked relaxed for the first time in weeks.
(At the motel)
"Abbie get all the shopping done that she needed?" Dean asked Sam, as they watched TV.
"She said so, yeah." Sam replied, "You dodged the shopping bullet, well done."
"I'd much rather have went to the mall than be stuck here." Dean grumbled, "We'd better be back for Christmas."
"Maybe we should just turn back." Sam suggested.
"And let more kids lose their father?" Dean questioned, "We're checking this out."
"Ok." Sam replied, picking up a book to read.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"You think Abbie seems like the kind of girl to get married?"
"Whoa, what?" Sam almost choked.
"I said-"
"I heard ya." Sam replied, "Umm I don't know. You hardly seem like the marrying type and it's hard to think of her with someone else..."
"Maybe I've changed." Dean mused, "Do you think she'd marry me?"
"She's having your baby, so I'd say definitely maybe."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Dean mumbled.
"You gonna ask?"
"Is it stupid to want to get married when I'll maybe be gone in less than 5 months?"
"No, no. I think it's a great idea." Sam smiled, "Proper family and all that."
"What do you think?" Dean pulled a ring box out of his pocket, "Think she'll like it?"
"Wow, you're serious." Sam stated.
"As a heart attack." Dean laughed, then turned serious. "So?"
"She'll love it, and I'm pretty sure she'll say yes." Sam thought for a moment, "One problem. We're kinda on the most wanted list."
"Gonna be a problem, hmmm?"
"Well, she could kinda change her name legally from West to Winchester, no questions asked..." Sam suggested, "When did you get the ring?"
"A week or so ago, told her I was picking up some dinner for us all and stopped by the store, and picked up a couple of other things too."
"Like?"
"Well, I was thinking, this time next year, will be the baby's first Christmas, they'll be seven months old and I won't be here, but I want to be a part of it. If that makes sense. In the trunk, there are some gifts for them, put them under the tree for me?"
"Dean..."
"Please, Sammy."
"Course I will." Sam smiled, sadly.
