A/N: Ok the Dream Sequence is gonna be told in Abby's POV. The rest of the story is told in normarl POV. I hope you like the story and please read and review

DREAM SEQUENCE ABBY'S POV

I slowly walked up a stair case. I didn't recognize the stair case, but it felt familiar. I saw a picture frame with very familiar people. I reached up and touched the picture frame. "JOHN hurry she's in a hurry to get out," I looked up from the picture frame and saw my father running downstairs with Sam in his arms and Dean running closely behind. Dean had a little suit case in his hands. I walked down the stairs and saw a beautiful blonde woman standing with a very round belly standing in the fore she had a smile on her face.

The front door opened and my dad came back, "Mary I am so sorry." My dad repeated this over and over as he helped my mom to the family car. I watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and toward the hospital.

I stood in a nursery with a lot of babies in it. I saw a five year old boy standing over a small bassinet. I walked slowly to the boy and recognized him as Dean. I looked down and saw myself wrapped up in a pink blanket, with a little pink hat on. I smiled at my sleeping self.

"Hi Abigail I'm your oldest brother Dean. You have another brother his name is Sam. His asleep right now, but you'll see him soon. Abby I promise I will protect you the rest of my life, even if you tell me to stop I will keep an eye out for you," my little self opened her eyes and just smiled up at Dean.

My dad walked over to Dean, "Hey little man watching your little sister for me." Dean grinned up at Dad.

"Yea, because that is what big brothers' are supposed to do for their little sisters' right, Dad?" My dad grinned proudly at Dean.

"That's right, but you know what Dean your little sister also needs a friend. I want you to remember that." Dean looked at his dad then back at my little self.

"Yes, sir," a nice nurse walked over to Dad and Dean.

"Mr. Winchester I was filling out the birth certificate for your daughter, when I noticed that she didn't have a middle name. I was wondering if you were planning on giving her one." Dad looked at Dean for a second as he saw Dean talking once again to little me.

"Yes, we do please hold on," Dad walked over to Dean and got to Dean's level.

"Dean would you like to give your little sister her middle name?" Dean's eyes light up.

"Really?" Dad nodded his head at Dean. Dean turned over to look a little me for a second.

"Dad what was the name of that lady that just recently became a princess?" Dean asked Dad. Dad thought about it for a second.

"Diana," Dad answered Dean. Dean turned to my little self.

"Abigail Diana Winchester," Dean said out loud. I watched as my baby self gurgled up at Dean. I watched as Dad turned and looked up at the nurse. "Her middle name is gonna be Diana," the nurse smiled and thanked Dad and left.

Dad turned back to Dean, "Son why did you choose that name?"

"Because Abigail is a princess and more beautiful then the Princess Diana, so I though she should be named after a princess," I smiled to myself as I heard this. I was never told that Dean was the one that gave me the middle name Diana.

"MARY!" I heard Dad yelled as I stood on the stairs. A few seconds passed and Dad was running up the stairs pass me. I knew what night this was and I ran up following Dad.

Dad ran into the nursery and walked over to the cradle, "Sammy how did you get into Abby's cradle. Did Dean put you in here, again." I was confused if Sammy was in my room then where was I. I guess that dawned on Dad as he picked up Sammy. He looked around the room when he saw a red dot fall on the cradle.

Dad looked up and I did so, too. There was mom hovering over my cradle. "John……Abigail." Mom blew up in flames. Dad screamed no, but he quickly ran out of the nursery and toward the confused and frightened Dean. I heard him yell to Dean to run as fast as he could and not to look back.

Dean did as he was told. I watched as Dad ran all over the upstairs looking for me. I didn't follow him however. I ran into a different room. I don't know why, but I just had a feeling that I need to go into that room.

I didn't recognize the room, but I some how knew exactly who's room it was. I ran over to the bed and there I was sleeping soundly with pillows around me to protect me from falling. I saw a dark figure coming toward my little self. I ran towards the hallway to get Dad when my baby self started to cry. Dad heard my cry and ran into the room the dark figure was in.

I saw that Dad was frightened by the dark figure, but he didn't care he ran towards me and swept me up in his arms. Dad ran out of the room and I was gonna follow him when I saw the man from the mirror and diner.

"You see it is your destiny to die like your mother, in fact your mother wasn't even suppose to die that night. No that night was supposed to be your marking; the marking of when you where suppose to die. However your brother was in your cradle and the demon accidentally marked your brother and killed your mother earlier then plan." The man said.

"No you lie," I told the demon.

"No, that is why Jessica died. The demons of the night know that the Winchester males are not to be killed, so we go after the women; your mother, Jessica, and YOU!" The demon told me. I was frighten I didn't want to die yet.

"Don't be frighten it's not your night to die. No I want you to suffer a little bit longer." Everything became black

END OF SEQUENCE NORMAL POV

"MOM!" Abby yelled quickly sitting up from my spot on the ground. She turned to the alarm clock it was five o'clock. She slept passed the usual four twenty-one; something that hasn't happen in a very long time. Abby also remember this dream; a first in a very long time.

Abby looked around the room and saw that Dean was missing from the bed and Sam was still asleep. Abby slowly rose from my spot on the floor and stretched her body. Her shoulder was slightly sore, of course that happens when you sleep on a floor. Abby was massaging it when she heard the door open. Abby looked over and saw Dean with a box of Krispy Cream donuts and three cups of coffee.

Abby didn't know what to say to Dean; a first for me seeing as how she usually told Dean everything, "Um I got some donuts."

Dean said as he stopped the acquired silence. Abby went over to the table and took a seat a cross from Dean and grabbed a donut. "Is one of those for me?" Abby asked; Dean as she pointed to a hot cup of coffee. Dean nodded his head and pushed the cup holder toward me. Abby grabbed one of the hot cups, and mumbled and thanks to him.

Dean shrugged his shoulders and just stared at the table. Abby watched him as her dream coming back to her. 'Did he really give me the name Diana?' she thought as she watched her brother grab his third donut.

"Why are you staring at me?" Dean demanded grumpily towards her as he took bite of his donut.

"Um… I was just wondering did you give me my middle name?" Abby asked Dean, even if they were mad at each other. Abby knew Dean would answer her if she asked him a question.

Dean set up and set his donut down on a napkin. "Who told you that, and why do you ask?"

"Just tell me Dean did your really give me the middle name Diana," Abby asked Dean again.

"Yes," Dean muttered under his breathe. Abby thought about this for a second, her big brother that Abby just tried to kick out of my life gave her, her middle name.

"Thank you," Abby told Dean, simple and quick. Dean looked up at me from the table. Abby just smiled at him and grabbed her cup of and a donut and took a seat on the bed. Abby rested myself on the head bored and relaxed as the hot liquid ran through my body.

"Mhmm I smell donuts," Abby couldn't help, but chuckle to herself as Sam slowly walked toward the table and shoved half a donut down his throat.

"You really are a prime example of 'the best way to get to a man's heart is through his stomach.'" Abby told Sam. He just ignored her and started on his seconded donut.

Abby looked to her right and saw the remote and picked it up. Abby turned it on and started to flip through the channels stopping on the country music channel. Abby heard Dean complain about her choice of TV, but just ignored it. It was Saturday morning and the country music top twenty was on. The number twelve slot went to Josh Turner 'Your Man'. Abby tapped her foot to the beat and song along. The song ended and Reba came on. Abby turned down the volume and looked over at Dean and Sam.

"So what is the plan today?" Abby asked Dean and Sam.

"Well we figure we would go to the library and look up some local information see what these people have in common," Sam told her. Abby shrugged her shoulders.

"That sounds like fun," Abby lied as she grabbed the laptop that lied next to her. Abby picked the laptop up and turned it on. Abby heard Dean mumble a yea right, but other then that the room was in silence.

Abby saw that she had a message from someone. Abby clicked on the message and saw that it was from her Dad.

Abby,

I'm so sorry about the lost, but don't let this get you down. This is exactly what the demon wants you to do. Remember think of happy thoughts and you will always be protected from evil.

Love,

Dad

"Hello Abby did you hear me," Abby looked up from the strange message to Sam.

"Um no what did you say?" Abby asked still not really paying attention to the Sam. 'What in the world is he talking about lost I haven't lost anything or anyone for that matter,' Abby thought to herself.

"ABIGAIL!" Abby jumped from her daydream and looked up at Dean.

"What," Abby snapped not really meaning to. Dean glared at Abby, "Sam and I are leaving will be back later." Abby nodded her head and watched as Dean and Sam walked outside.

DEANANDSAM

"What is with her this morning," Dean said out loud.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked Dean as Dean pulled out of the parking lot.

"Oh it's nothing," Dean said as they went toward the local library. Sam shrugged his shoulders at his older brother and stared out the window like he usually does, when the two aren't talking.

ABBY

Abby looked back down at the message and reread it. "Ok old man you are loosing your head." Abby said out loud before turning off and closing the laptop.

Abby chugged down the rest of her drink and got up from the bed. She turned up the volume and got ready for the day. Abby was done with herself when she noticed that the room was a pig sty. Abby cleaned up the room and through her brothers' dirty close in the corner of the room. It looked like she had another load of laundry she need to do.

Abby sighed tiredly as she was so sick of laundry. Abby put the dirty clothes in the dirty clothes bag. She tided up the top when it accord to her that she had no way to get to the local laundry place.

Then it hit Abby, Mark would probably be willing to give her a ride to the laundry place. She might even get him to stay with her so she wouldn't be bored to death. Abby left the dirty clothes bag in the room and quickly ran to the lobby.

Abby opened the door and saw that Mark wasn't in the front, so she went to the back. Mark said if she ever needed him just go to the back of the room, because that is most likely where he'll be. "Hey Mark I need your help! Mark! Mark!" Abby yelled as she went through the back of the lobby. He wasn't in his 'home', nor was he in the kitchen. The only other place he could be was the storage area.

Abby went to the storage area and looked around and saw that the place was a mess and that all the boxes and stuff were spread along the floor. Abby gulped feeling something build up in her stomach. Abby moved the boxes around and there she saw Mark.

DEANANDSAM

"Man what is up with this demon there is no consistence with it," Sam complained as he continued to search through old records.

"Yea I know," Dean said. Dean's phone started to ring and he got and evil glare from the old librarian. Dean picked up the phone and saw that it was Abby's number.

"Dude its Abby," Dean said as he flipped open the phone.

"Abby?" Dean asked into the phone. Dean rarely got a call from Abby when he was out on the job.

"Dean he's got white hair, his got white hair!" Abby yelled into Dean's phone as she cried.

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