A/N: Sorry about the long wait this chapter had baout five different typs of drafts. Well please read and review and also give me idea's about what you think should happen next.

"Alright it has been a week since the last murder," Sam said as he set in the room. Abby was typing away on her computer doing some homework for a class. She managed to talk her dean into letting her do assignments on the rode, so she wouldn't get behind in school. The dean was a little apprehensive, but finally agreed when she offered to do twice as hard work and get it in on time, just as if she was in school.

"Yea I know it weird it's like the bump just went away," Dean stated out loud as he looked through his dad's journal again.

"I know, but something is telling me that it isn't gone," Sam said. Dean agreed with him and continued to do his search through the book. Abby looked up at her brothers for a second before going back to her task.

A few minutes passed by and Sam started to complain about being hungry. "Alright let's just go somewhere to eat then, I'm getting hungry myself. What about you Abby," Abby looked up from Sam's laptop. She glanced down at the clock and saw that it was six-thirty. Mark was gonna be there in two hours.

"Um actually I have plans tonight," Abby told her brothers as she saved her essay about different knifes and the when to best use them.

"Plans? What plans?" Dean asked as he looked up from tying his brown shoes.

"Well not that is any of your business, but Mark asked me to go dancing with him in the town over," Abby closed the laptop and got up from her seat on at the table.

"And you think it is a good idea to go with this guy, and not even bother to tell us," Sam asked Abby. Abby shrugged her shoulders and dug threw her bag looking for her bathrobe.

"Yep, after all I am an adult it's not like I have to tell you guys anything," Abby said as rebellion started to run through her veins. Abby started to remember her childhood and how she wasn't really a loud to date a lot. After all she was always off on her weekends with her family, and she wasn't aloud to go out on school nights.

"Like hell you don't have to tell us what is going on," Dean said as he got up from the bed. Abby sighed she knew what was gonna happen.

"Dean I am nineteen years old," Abby told Dean trying to avoid fighting with Dean.

"That's right nineteen years old. You are still just a baby," Sam said cutting off the now agitated Dean, as he followed Abby into the bathroom.

"I am not a baby!" Abby yelled to Sam as she turned to him.

"The hell you aren't. Abby you are nineteen years old. You have only been an adult for hardly a full two years. You are still a baby," Dean told Abby. Abby glared at Dean.

"I am not!" Abby yelled to Dean.

"Yes you are and as your oldest brother it is my job to protect you," Dean told Abby. Abby grunted in frustration at Dean.

"I am not fifteen years old Dean. I can take care of myself so just stop trying to protect me from the big bad world," Abby told Dean. Dean glared at Abby.

"Is that really what you want?" Dean asked Abby. Abby looked at Dean's face for a second.

"Yes that is what I want," Abby told Dean.

"Fine then Sam and I will let you go out with Mark tonight, and we will stop protecting you." Dean told Abby before quickly turning his back to Abby and walking out of the motel room.

Abby turned to Sam surprised at what just happened. "Sam what just happened?" Abby asked. Sam turned too looked at Abby.

"I don't know," Sam said as he and Abby stood there for a second.

"SAM COME ON LET'S GET SOMETHING TO EAT!" They both heard Dean yell. Sam turned to Abby giving her a reassuring smile before leaving the motel room.

Abby stood in the motel room not able to believe at just what happen. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was seven o'clock. Abby quickly jumped into the shower and got ready for her date.

It was eight o'clock and Abby had been sitting on the bed for a while waiting for Mark to come. Abby was also hoping that Dean would come back with Sam and food, and he would try to make her stay.

Dean never came and when she heard a knock on the door Abby grabbed her purse and walked over to the door.

"Hey," Abby said as the door opened to reveal Mark dressed up in a light somewhat bag jeans and a black button up top. Mark looked great and Abby couldn't help, but smile at him.

"You look beautiful," Mark said to Abby. Abby blushed and told Mark that he looked good himself. Abby was dressed in dark blue jeans with rhinestones on the butt pockets. She had a light blue top on that was in shape of a halter top.

"Well my lady," Mark held out his arm to Abby. Abby took his arms, closed the door behind her, and let Mark walk her to his nice Ford Truck. Mark helped Abby into his car before quickly running around and jumping in him self. Mark grinned over at Abby, "Ready for a good time?"

Abby grinned at Mark letting herself forget about her brothers, "You know it." Mark turned the car on and soon he and Abby were pulling out of the parking lot and heading over to the next town over.

DEANANDSAM

Dean and Sam had a very stiff and quiet dinner that night. Sam wondering what in the hell was going through Dean's head. Dean was more angry and upset with his baby sister.

'Stop trying to protect me from the big bag world!' Dean heard over and over in his head still not able to get over how his baby sister didn't want him to be her knight in shinny armor anymore.

Dean just couldn't seemed to forget how when he was eighteen she was just turning twelve and she still need him to kill the bugs, or she would sneak into his room cause she was scared something bump in the night would get her.

"Dean, Dean, DEAN!" Dean was pulled out of his memory from his other younger sibling calling for him.

"What?" Dean snapped at Sam. Sam was unfazed by the snap.

"It's time to go," Sam told Dean before getting up from the chair and heading out toward the car. Dean looked down at his half eaten burger. Dean wrapped up the burger and saved the fries and put them back in the paper bag. Dean tried to tell himself that it was for him later, but deep down he knew he was saving it just in case Abby got hungry.

Dean walked out of the fast-food restaurant waving good-bye to the good looking broad at the counter. He got in his car and set the paper bag next to the heater to keep the food warm. Sam looked at Dean with a raised eyebrow, but didn't ask anything.

Sam knew that the burger and left over fires were for Abby, but he also knew that Dean was still angry. So Sam just kept his mouth shut and looked out the car window.

ABBY

Abby was dancing like crazy with Mark, bumping and grinding with each other in all the fast songs. "YOU KNOW YOU ARE A GREAT DANCER!" Abby yelled to Dean.

"THANKS NOT SO BAD YOURSELF!" Mark yelled back to Abby grinned at Mark. Abby did this quick move and she knew just what it did to Mark. Sure Abby didn't want to have sex tonight, but she did want to have fun with teasing Mark.

Mark glared at Abby for he knew just what that girl was trying to do to him and it seemed to be working. Abby and Mark continued to dance that night away.

DEANANDSAM

"What are you looking up?" Sam asked Dean as they set on the bed watching info-mercials.

"Just some stuff on this guy, Mark." Dean said as he continued to type away on the internet.

"Oh really and have you found anything odd about him." Dean glared at the smirking Sam.

"Shut up, you are just mad that I though about it before you did." It was true Sam didn't like this boy, Mark, either. Mark just gave Sam this weird feeling and something about him was fishy.

However, Mark also didn't seem like he was a bad guy. Sam just got this feeling that Mark wasn't telling Abby everything about himself. Sam also worried that Abby might start getting attached to Mark. He didn't want his little sister's heart to be broken when they had to move on and deal with a different bump in the night.

Sam was pulled out of his thought by an angry sighing Dean. "This boy has nothing, not even a stupid speeding ticket." Dean complained as he set the laptop on the table that set between the beds.

Sam found this odd for his gut was rarely wrong about things. "Well you know I guess our sister can pick ok ones," Sam said trying to lighten up Dean. Dean grunted at Sam and turned on his side to go to sleep. Dean noticed that tonight he left no room what-so-ever for Abby.

Sam sighed tiredly and looked over at the alarm clock, it read twelve o'clock. Sam sighed and rested his head on the pillow and started to flip through the channels.

ABBY

"I had a great time tonight Mark, thank you." Mark shyly smiled at Abby.

"Well I had a great time, too." Mark told Abby. Abby grinned happily up at Mark. She looked at the green door that led to her brothers. Abby glanced down at her watch and saw that is was two in the morning.

"I guess I should go inside and get to bed," Abby said as she still stood in front of Mark.

"Yea and I should get over to the lobby," Abby uh-huh Mark. The two still hadn't moved from the spot.

"Well goodnight," Abby said as she kissed Mark on the cheek and rushed off inside the motel room. Abby glanced through the peep whole and saw that Mark was holding the cheek she kissed him on with a big smile on her face.

Abby grinned to herself and turned away from the door. Abby smiled fail a little as she saw that Dean had taken the whole bed to himself. Abby sighed sadly and walked over to the bathroom closet and pulled down the extra blanket and pillow.

Abby made a pallet with the two comforts and put the pillow on the floor and through the extra blanket on the floor, too. Abby then changed into comfy clothes, pulled up her hair, brushed her teeth, and took off her make up.

When all her tasked were done; Abby walked over to her 'bed' and laid down on it. Abby sighed tiredly and soon fell into a horrible sleep.

A/N: Hey if anyone is thinking that the cheek kiss sucked, well I just don't think Abby would want to kiss on the first date. I don't know something about the way I see Abby tells me that it would have been out of her personality to kiss on the lips. Please fill free to voice your opinion on this matter.