Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show, The Vampire Diaries or Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fiction. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. The original stories were developed using SPN episode content up until 02/11/10 and this one may include basically anything up through 2019. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 15, though my story took its own turn after SPN Season 4. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice," followed with a new trilogy, "Mission," "Prelude," and "Bound." This story takes place where Prelude left off and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes. Any lyrics mentioned in this story do not belong to me are the property of their original writers.

Abby stood silently and smugly as Dean exited the desolate room. Jarod had him by his muscled shoulder which Dean shrugged off. He looked up at her only once, his green eyes looking bolder against the wetness and bloodshot red. She would never forget his hateful look. It was not the Dean she had witnessed for many years. That look was not a devoted husband looking at his aggrieved wife trying to understand when it all went to Hell. That look was not one of a friend to a friend trying to come to a realization that the lifelong friendship was over. No, his disillusioned eyes looked cold and steely like the night they first met, when he realized she was a vampire. There was no hint of sentimental consideration. Plain and simple, she was a monster and she assailed him. He was a hunter. He had a family to preserve, and she was dangerous.

His flowing blood was still seeping down his brawny neck, cascading into horror movie tie-dye on his T-shirt. Her canines twitched convulsively at the gruesome sight. She instinctively licked her sore lips, tasting his lingering blood. She didn't want to like it, in fact. It repulsed her that she did love his taste. The vampire in her was in a state of nirvana.

As much as it pained Abby in her being to see that look, she scarcely managed to sell a wicked grin as Dean headed back to his cell. She didn't dare breathe beyond that for anxious fear of giving it all away, making her move for nothing. When he was thoroughly out of view, her breath came out in wracked gasps. She somehow managed to do the unthinkable and force him to forget about her as more than an animal. She somehow managed to do it, and it fucking killed her.

"Good girl," Elisabeth replied glibly. "It is possible we are more alike than you think?"

Abby looked up at her aunt, her eyes changing back to those of a formidable predator. She could feel her nimble fingers at her side ripping at the delicate fabric of her white shift. This was all her fault. It was her family's fault. It was her mother's fault.

"You demanded me to convince Dean to abandon me and I did. I could see in his mind that he is not coming back for me. Now, permit them to go," Abby hissed back.

"Let no one say I don't keep my word. I'll formalize the arrangements tonight," Elisabeth replied promptly. "Dean, Samuel, and Castiel will be set free without any hesitation."

Abby's eyes seethed. She zoomed over to her aunt, immobilizing her against the wall with a thud.

"We had a deal! Everyone is gone! I said I was voluntarily going to be your Lillith! What else do you fucking want from me?! Everyone needs to go home."

"Abigail, just to keep you honest, we're keeping April as a backup. It's merely formal business," Elisabeth mocked as Abby's face fell. "Now, if you'd excuse me," she started as she shifted Abby's hands from her body, "I have logistical arrangements to make for tomorrow evening. Jarod will escort you back to your private room and properly locked for safekeeping. We wouldn't want Dean to come out of his captivity on an urgent mission to assassinate you now, would we?"

The considerable vampire reappeared in the room, informing his mistress that Dean was once again locked away.

"Good," she overwhelmingly approved."Now, Jarod, I want you to take my dear niece back to her overnight accommodations. Make sure to secure the door. Moreover, I require you to go back down the dungeon and allow one of the boys to get a hold of you."

"But mistress-," he started nervously, obviously confused by her request.

"Before you enable them to strike you, you will lock every door except one exit. You will let them get you at the cell door and render you defenseless. You will let them retain access to the cell key as you fall."

"But mistress-what if they-"

"Kill you," she bemused. "That is none of my concern. My overriding concern is to uphold my end of a personal contract. They will escape merely thinking they did it themselves. If you happen to fall, it is purely for the common good."
" Now go, Abby sorely needs her rest," she demanded indignantly as she shooed him away.

Jarod didn't seem fazed by her stringent demand even though he knew there was a realistic chance he wasn't coming back. He was a sacrificial lamb being led inexorably to the slaughter. Abby nodded to him with some sort of mutual respect. As he escorted her out of the cavernous room by the arm, she recognized they were resolutely facing a similar fate. Tomorrow Abigail Winchester would be gone and all that would be left were the murky eyes of Lilith.