Chapter 12

The soda can incident caused nothing more major than Abbie smacking Dean upside the head a few times, and Dean laughing harder if at all possible. Deans reasoning was simple. Well to him anyway... she was his baby sister, put on this earth for him to torment as he sees fit! And, he explained, Sam owed Abbie thanks for him not being the object of Deans torment anymore! Abbie stalked off to shower and change and mumbled something about the "freakin flawed logic of men" ... then Sam cuffed him upside the head for humiliating her.
"Aaaaaah she loves it dude!" laughed Dean.
"Oh, yeah. Sure she does..." Sam scoffed.
All was quiet in Chez Winchester. Sam reading, Dean and Abbie lying on the bed watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit in surprising companiable silence after "Sodagate". Unbeknown to Sam, he had said sorry to her like he meant it. No way would he do that infront of geekboy though, and asked Abbie not to say anything to him. She shook her head, agreed and punched him on the arm in a friendly manner.
Now it was 9.15 and they were all bored.
"Hey guys I got an idea. Lets go to that bar up the road! It looks... well only half bad!"
"That works" said Dean.

Sam said he couldnt be bothered. Abbie pleaded with him but no, he just wasnt up for it tonight. She said she she understood, hugged him and got her coat, walked to the door where Dean stood waiting.
They said bye to Sammy, and walked towards the bar.
"You do know Im not buying your beer for you sis dont you?" said Dean
"Hey dont worry, I have my own cash"
"I dont mean that sweetheart. I mean youre underage in this state. Im not having the cops busting my chops yeah? Can do without that"
"Dean, sweety. Do I look under 21 to you?"
Dean thought. Nope. No she didnt.
"Suppose you do look older than that... just saying is all"
"Chill man! Im looking forward to it!"

The bar was pretty full. It smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, and weed.
There was miraculously one small table left at back. Abbie told Dean to grab it while she went to the bar.
"2 bottles of Bud thanks" she shouted to the bar tender. No problemo! she laughed inwardly.
The man standing next to her openely stared at her. She did look nice she thought. Black shoestring vest with an inbuilt push up bra which was awesome, jeans and tan cowboy boots.
"Hey there pretty missy" Slimeball drawled at her. She turned her head and gave him a small smile. Jesus where are the beers she thought.
"Quiet arent you?" Slimey continued.
"I have to be in the mood for smalltalk" Abbie told him politely. At last! She paid for the beers, and wound her way back to Dean, who as usual had a blonde sat with him, in the midst of pocketing his cell number. She took one look at Abbies mutinous face and scarpered quickly.

"Why did you give her that face Sis! I was in there!"
"Cos you came out to spend quality time with your baby Sister, not to perv on space cadets"
Eyeroll and loud tut from Dean.
Dean asked Abbie if Sam was ok. She explained what they had talked about earlier, and Dean told her Jesss death had hit Sam very hard.
A while passed and Dean went to the bar this time. It really was busy now. Suddenly Slimey clocked her from accross the room. Oh Jesus H Christ thought Abbie to herself. I cannot be bothered with this tonight.
"Sat by yourself angel eyes?"
"No. My brother is at the bar"
"Why dontcha come and sit with me and my boys over there!"
"No. Thanks. As I said, Im with my brother"
"Oh never mind him, come with us"
He made a grab for Abbies left wrist.
"I said NO" she snarled, snatching her wrist back.
"Ooooooooo fellas!" he hollered across the room. "We got us a fiesty one here!"
This time he actually had the nerve to grab Abbies upper arm and yank.
"Get OFF me you fuckin animal!" screamed Abbie.
Dean somehow above the din in the bar heard the word OFF, and it sounded like Abbie. Leaving the bar, where he hadnt even given his order it was that busy, he walked over to their table. All he saw was his sister being manhandled by the biggest, nastiest mutt hed ever seen.

"Get your filthy hands off of my sister. NOW" said Dean quietly, but with a lethal menace to the tone.
By this time, Slimey had his bunch of hangers on around him.
Abbie was still trying to wrest her arm back but the prick was too strong for even her. The thought was galling.
"And just who the FUCK are you?"
"Never mind who I am. Do I have to ask you again? Or do you want me to beat it into your fugly skull?" Dean was seething by now. He was so spoiling for a fight. Odds didnt look good though. Oh what the hell.
"Try" snarled slimey.
Chaos erupted. Chairs scattered, tables overturned, glasses and bottles smashed. Abbie waded in with Dean. Slimey really was huge, and kicked Dean in the ribs so hard Dean let out a yelp like that of a wounded animal. Hed also taken broken glass to the face and neck. Blood covered the left side of his face.
Abbie smashed her fist into one of Slimeys cronies, and felt and heard the satisfying crunch of broken cartiledge from what was left of his nose. He went down screaming, the pussy she thought.

Jesus, 3 of them were laying into Dean on the floor. Abbie felt her head tugged back. She managed to wriggle free and felt some of her scalp leave her skull. That hurt! And my poor hair! A massive meaty fist landed neatly on Abbies jaw. She felt the warm flow of blood from the side of her mouth, and wiped it, leaving a smear. WHACK! a pool cue to her midsection left her gasping for breath on the floor. Dean had somehow managed to scramble up onto his legs and was pummeling Slimey relentlessly. How he had the strength to he didnt know, he was in absolute and utter agony all over. Abbie looked done for, and Dean prayed for this to be over soon.
Thanks freakin god! The bar owner waded into the fight with 3 massive german Shepherds. After a few seconds, the gang left the bar.
Abbie gingerly got to her feet, and looked at Dean. he looked pretty bad.
"You ok Sis?" he rasped through bleeding lips.
"think so. You?" She was hurting bad.
"Ill survive. Lets get out of here"

Grabbing onto each other, they stumbled from the bar. The fresh air livened Abbie somewhat. The worst she had were a bruised jaw, maybe a broken rib and more bruising to her middle. Oh and maybe some hairloss, the jerk.
She sat Dean down on a bench. His face was covered in blood. Walking was taking ages cos of the pain to his midsection. Look at the beauty... marred by that animals fists... Abbie was horrified.
"Dean, you look pretty bad. Im gonna call Sam and get him to pick us up. You need a doctor sweety"
He grabbed her hand. Looked at her through half shut eyes. "NO! Please sis, no docs. Call sammy, but no docs im begging you. You and Sam can clean me up"
Abbie reluctantly agreed. Hanging up on Sam, she slowly felt around Deans broken body. Tenderly stroked his bloody face. Slowly lifted his t-shirt and saw the bruises starting to form. He was knocked up bad. A tear escaped his eye. He was in such agony he wanted to die.
"Oh Dean! Please dont cry! Its gonna be ok, Sammy will be here in a minute, and well get you pumped full of paracetomol"
She put her arms around him. He hung his head like a man defeated. "Dont tell Sammy I cried. Please"
"Shhhhhh. I wont hon" She stroked those tears away and sat with her arm round his shoulders till Sammy came.
"Thanks Sis. You did pretty good in there"
"back at ya bro"

Sam pulled the Impala up and got out. "Sammy, lets get Dean back, hes hurting bad"
Sam had seen Dean hurt before and it was never pretty, but the sight of his sister bloodied and bruised... that was hard to bear.
" Abbie i thought you said you were ok! Look at you!" Said Sam helping Dean into the shotgun seat.
Abbie climbed into the back, leant forward and pulled the mirror down. "Jesus! I look a freak!"
"Abbie?" Dean half whispered. "Dont ever wear that top again"
She sat back down, sniggered. Only then did the pain start to kick in. Sam was gonna be busy nursing tonight...