chapter 14
Dean turned over in bed slowly. Jesus it was freakin
agony, and Abbie was doing her "Im not a hogger"
impression by lying diagonally accross the bed, her head pointing to
Deans ribs. Shed wriggled all night. Mind you, it was damn hard to
sleep when you had broken ribs and bruising like a giant dot to dot.
He still wasnt comfy, so tried to gently move Abbie back to a
normal lying position without waking her. Success... ten
minutes later, he decided he needed to pee. He painfully got up and
walked with all the grace of a geriatric to the bathroom, every step
making him wince. Walking back out, he inadvertantly let the door
slam and woke Sam and Abbie up.
"You
should have woken me Dean man" said Sam.
"Dude hell will
freeze over before I let my baby brother help me pee" Dean
snarked.
"I just meant walking jerk"
"Bitch"
"Whatever!"
Dean
made it back to the bed and climbed back in. "What time is it
anyway bro?
Sam squinted at his watch. "Aaaaah...3.20"
Dean
leant back on his pillows and sighed.
"Sammyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
Abbie said in a whiny voice.
"Yeah honey?"
"Im
hungry"
"Hungry! really?"
"Yeahhhh"
"I
dont know what to suggest sweety"
"Any Oreo cookies left
from yesterday?" asked Dean.
"Yeah! there is!"
said Abbie childishly, trying but failing to sit up in bed.
"Here... there ya go" Sam pulled her up.
"Lets
all have coffee and Oreos!" Abbie laughed. She wasnt tired
anymore.
"Well seeing as im the only Winchester here not
with an ailment, ill do it"
"Youre a pal Sammy!"
"Thanks Sam"
Ten minutes later, they were all sat on
the bed, sipping coffee and dunking Oreos. It was like a
sleepover!
"Jeez i forgot! Sammy, look at my head. Is there a
bald patch?"
She explained what happened whilst Sam
looked.
"Doesnt seem so hon no"
"Thankg god for
small mercies" sha said, scraping her waist length dark brown
locks back into a ponytail.
"So why didnt you make anything
fly in the bar Sis?" asked Dean.
"I dunno?" Abbie
shrugged.
"Cos id have thought something like that happens
when the emotions are hightened"
"You been reading Bro?"
laughed Sam.
"Oh ya know. I do use my upstairs brains at
times"
"You do have a point though" said Sam.
"The
only different thing was the emotion I was feeling. In the motel,
that was pure anger. I mean raging anger. The bar, the only emotion I
was feeling was utter terror. I know I can usually handle myself, but
I was so scared in there, and scared for you aswell Dean. So maybe
its rage that causes it?"
"Could be right there Abs"
said Sam.
"What, you werent angry at all in there?"
asked Dean.
"At first, when the pissant was all over me I was
annoyed yeah. But it wasnt the blinding rage of the motel no."
"Mmmm.
We might be onto something here" Dean thought aloud.
"Just
dont ever piss me off to the point of madness either of you
hahahahahaha!" laughed Abbie.
"Ya got that right!"
laughed Dean, Sammy giggling.
"When do you think well be at
Grandmas?"
"Tomorrow for sure I would imagine"
"She
never talked about your Mom much did she?" asked Sam.
"No"
Abbie shook her head. "I never asked much either, cos everytime
I did shed get all moody yknow?"
"Musta been hard."
said Sam.
"It really was. But then it got to a stage when I
thought shed never open up, so I just stopped asking"
"What
sort of reception do you think well get?" Dean asked.
"Huh,
shell just open the door wider. No warm welcome or anything. I loved
her cos of who she was, but i never really liked her much"
Abbie suddenly recalled the thick leather bound books in the
attic again. She told them both what they looked like, and her
Grandmas reaction to her finding them.
"They had this weird
word on the covers...began with G. Grimoires! thats it!"
Dean
looked none the wiser.
"What
did you say Sis?" asked Sam with an odd expression on his
face.
"Grimoires. Thats what it said on the covers of the
books" Abbie looked perplexed.
"Whats up with that bro?"
asked Dean.
"I ah...I could be mistaken... but I think
Grimoires are like... like the bible of a Witch, a journal...
spells and the likes"
"No freakin way Sammy" Abbie
looked frightened.
"Get the hell outta here bro" scoffed
Dean.
"Im sure they are! Lets just hope youre Grandma still
has them, cos i for one am dying to see em" said Sam
Abbie
cleared her throat nervously, and looked at Dean, who looked back at
her like shed grown another head in the last 5
seconds...
