Chapter 8
After a long night spent catching up and generally laughing at each other, plus some research on the laptop, Sam slowly woke up to an arm flung across his face and dripping with sweat due to sleeping in underwear and a t-shirt, which is one item of clothing too many in Sams opinion. Abbie lay on her back, practically diagonally across the bed, and with half the quilt with her. Not a quilt hogger indeed, Sam quietly laughed to himself. He gently removed Abbies arm and got out of the bed, rearranging the quilt so it covered her properly. She stirred and shifted position. Watching, the need to protect in Sam was overwhelming. He almost felt like her Dad or something. All he knew was he felt happier than he had in ages all because of this fiesty piece that suddenly entered his and Deans lives!
Dean
lay snoring on the shabby sofa, one leg hanging off in a position
that looked very awkward. He had on just black boxers. Sam promised
himself that no matter how much big brother protested about sleeping
in the same bed as his sister, Dean was gonna get a decent nights
sleep tonight.
The research had turned up relatively simple
answers about the murders. It was most probably the spirit of a
vengeful young woman called Sally Anne Murphy. Her violent partner
had stabbed her to death in a drunken rage one night last year, then
driven with guilt had taken his own life a month later. Since then,
Sally Anne had a problem with men whom she percieved to be "in
control" of their partners, and dealt with them as she saw fit.
All 3 agreed it was a simple matter of dealing with the bones,
which was to be done sometime tonight.
An hour later, Dean,
Sam and Abs were dressed and showered, and headed out for breakfast.
Ava collered them at the desk.
"Glad to say I heard no
shenanigans through the night" she said nastily. Sam and Dean
stopped. Abbie slowly walked up to her.
"I beg your pardon
maam?" it was said in an icy tone, and Abbie felt a pins and
needles type tingling in her fingertips. Shed felt it yesterday too
during the first confrontation with this piece of shit.
"I
said, I gladly didnt hear any carrying on from you people missy"
Abbie wanted to smash her in the mouth.
"Ya know what
lady? I think your DISAPPOINTED you didnt!" with that, her hand
had risen involuntarily, the tingling suddenly got more painful
rather than tingly, and the old cows mug of coffee shot across the
counter and smashed into the wall.
Ava looked suitably horrified.
Dean said to Sam "Did she throw it?"
"She never
touched it"
Abbie looked at her brothers. "What
the...?"
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