Chapter 19
They spent a pleasant afternoon with Abbies Grandma. She seemed taken with Dean and Sam, even asked them both to call her Grandma Margaret! She was touched at the obvious love and affection both held Abbie in. These boys would do Margaret thought.
8pm.
Time to go, Abbie was dog tired. The 3 Winchester siblings rose from
the sofa.
"Its been so lovely Gran. Thanks for
everything."
"My pleasure honey. I only wish we could
have been like this with each other years ago. Suppose its all fate
at the end of the day"
Abbie smiled lovingly at her and
nodded.
Margaret took hold of a hand of each brother, and
squeezed.
"Now boys, you take care of your sister ya
hear?"
"Can guarantee that Grandma Margaret" said
Dean smiling widely.
She put her hand to his cheek and smiled. Did
the same to Sam.
"Its been really great to meet you.
Thanks" Sam said.
Margaret looked into his eyes.
"You
have the kindest eyes I ever did see in a man. I know I dont have to
worry about her."
She turned to Abbie again.
"Abbie?
Take your time deciding where you want to go with this. Meantime, Im
always here for you."
"I know, and thanks Gran. I sure
got a lot of thinking to do"
More hugs, then they piled into
the Impala, waved at Margaret and drove off.
They found a
nice enough motel, and checked in. This one had one queensize and a
single bed left in the one room, it sounded heaven after living with
the sofa as a bed like previous rooms so they took it.
Theyd
already eaten at a Burger King theyd passed.
"Man im so
tired" said Dean flinging himself on the single bed.
"Know
what ya mean" said Abbie, doing the same on the queensize.
Sam
sat down on the sofa, picked the TV remote up. Surfing the channels,
they came accross American Idol.
"Oh leave it on, this is
great!" shouted Abbie as both boys made sounds of disgust at the
screen.
"How can you watch this crap?" Dean asked with
a face.
"It is trash TV" Sam chimed in.
"Either
of you ever sat and watched?" Abbie asked, looking at them
both.
"Glad to say no way never sis!" Dean
laughed.
"Ditto" said Sam.
"Be quiet then and
watch" Abbie smirked.
Tuts and eye rolls from Sam and
Dean.
"Im gonna grab a shower" Dean said walking
towards the small bathroom.
"Dont use it all!" shouted
Sam and Abbie at the same time laughing.
After
5 mins, Sam was quite enjoying various poeple making idiots of
themselves.
Dean was being very loud in the shower, singing Fire
Of Unknown Origin rather well.
Abbie and Sam sat there giggling
listening to him.
He came out clad in a towel, steam billowing
out of the room behind him.
"Hell man, I dont know why you
dont audition for this bro" laughed Sam.
"Shut up
bitch!"
"Right back atcha jerk!" Sam laughed.
Dean
put on a clean t-shirt and boxers and lay on the single bed hed
obviously claimed.
"Sam you can have next shower, im gonna
drive to the Starbucks we passed down the road" said
Abbie.
"Great idea Sis!" Dean smiled at her.
"Cappucino Sam? Americano for you Dean right?"
Both
agreed.
She had to escape. The lump had been forming in her throat
all evening. She didnt have to think hard about what she wanted...
no, needed to do after all. She wanted to be normal. Well seem
normal. She had to go to Martha and get the help and guidance only
she could give her.
But jesus, she was gonna be so sad to leave
her brothers after such a short time... but it wouldnt be
forever. Still, the tears were threatening.
Sam
dressed in the same as Dean after his hasty shower, making sure Abbie
had plenty of hot water for hers.
"Say Sammy?"
"a-huh?"
"You
think Abbies quiet?"
"yeah I do. Not herself. It has
been quite a day for her though. For all of us really bro"
"True
enough. You ask me? I think she knows what she wants to do. I think
shes working it all out."
"Shes going to this Martha
right?" asked Sam.
"That would be my guess yeah. Swhy
shes quiet. Shes gonna miss her big brothers" Dean mused. He
was shocked at how the thought saddened him.
"Yeah" said
Sam sadly. "Though shell be back before we all know it"
"Yeah..." said Dean. then in a small voice ...
"hopefully"
