Chapter 6

Dean and Sam went to Abby the next morning to try and talk to her.

"Abby can we talk?" Dean asked her.

"Yeah…sure" she relied, knowing what they wanted to talk about. She hadn't given them all the info yesterday. It was only matter of time before they would figure something out. "Why don't we go for a walk" Abby said making it more of a statement then a question. "Mom we'll back in a little bit we are going for a walk."

"Ok don't be too long" came the reply

"Don't worry Aunt Riley we won't." Sam said back to his Aunt. Then the trio walked out of the house and began walking down the sidewalk to the park.

The grouped walked in silence until they reached the park then Dean broke the silence. "Abby we know you didn't tell us everything yesterday. What are you not telling us?"

Abby had been walking in front if the brothers so neither of them had seen the tears that had been falling on her face. When Dean asked the question she just kept walking wanting to avoid telling her cousin, she didn't want them to worry about her she had enough people doing that already.

Sam walked in front of Abby forcing her to stop. He lifts her chin up so that she is looking at his face. Then he notices the tears that are falling from her Hazel eyes. "Abby what is wrong?" he asked in concern as she turned her head away from Sam so that he could no longer look at her face.

"Abby you need to tell us what is going on." Dean said in a soft voice "so that we can help."

"I can't." Abby stated walking over to the bench that was on the side of the park path. She let her head hang down and folded her hands on her lap.

Sam went to her and crouched down to be at the same level as her. Dean soon followed; both waiting to see if she would talk.

Abby could feel them right in front of her now. 'Well I guess I have to tell them now' she thought to herself. "She was supposed to die that day. The day the fire killed her parents, the day that the judge lost his daughter. She was supposed to die in that fire." The words came out in a whisper.

"Abby" Sam lifted her chin again and pushed back the long brown hair that covered her face. "Who was supposed to die?" he asked her.

Abby stayed quiet for a minute then replied in a whisper "Mom, mom was supposed to die. She snuck out of the house to see friends and she came back she watch the fire burn the house down; the house that contained the sleeping family that she had."

"Abby!" Dean started to talk realizing what she was trying to say. He had tears falling down his face as did Sam. "You're saying that this sprit is going to go after Aunt Riley again and kill you in the process?"

"Well I am a descendant of the honorable judge Raymond North." She replied "So he wants me dead too. But I don't know if he will attack now he has waited thirty years and not done a thing while we have lived here the last thirty years. He might come he might not. I just don't know. Sam, Dean I'm scared." She made this last statement then let the sobs that she had been holding in come out.

Sam pulled her into a hug. Dean just sat next to them in silence not knowing what to say.

Abby cried for a good ten minutes then the sobs began to quiet then stop all together. "Well we better get back to the house before mom sends out a search party. You know how she is when I am out of her sight." She said while collecting herself after her good cry.

"Yeah you're right let's go" Dean said and then walked back to the house to enjoy a day together.