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...
