Farther Away
Chapter 2
By : Swissalo
Disclaimer : I don't own these boys, though I really wish I did.
Timeline : Mixed up, but after Asylum. Written before Highway 666 went to air.

"Abbie where is everyone?" Dean asked as he glanced at the blonde from his rear view mirror. Abbie furrowed her eyebrows before leaning over to Dean's side of the car; rolling down the window, she stuck her head out. Glancing up and down Main Street Abbie slowly pulled her head back into the car. Slowly rolling the window back up, Abbie settled into her seat before looking back at the Winchester who had caused such a stir in Bayer.

"I don't know, its been quiet all day, though didn't get nearly as many people in this morning and no one came for lunch." Abbie pondered as she stared out the window as they drove down Main Street, which was lined with cars but had no one walking the tree lined sidewalks. "It might be your car though."

"What about my car?" Dean shot back with a quick glance in his brother's direction who was currently trying not to break into a smile at the joking tones of the blonde in the back seat. Abbie was playing around to lighten the tension, she knew something was up, glaring at her Dean turned off Main Street, heading towards Abbie's. He appreciated it but right now, he didn't want to deal with having to deal with anything that didn't involve this bit of vacation and going through anything that Abbie had collected at her house.

"Oh you know, they heard this thing coming from a mile away and have hidden in the depths of the underground fear the black impala compounds that I wasn't allow to join in on the building of, you should be ashamed of yourself making me lose business." Abbie laughed as she crossed her eyes before settling back in the seat, knowing that anything else would probably make her life a bit more stressful when it came to dealing with Dean Winchester. He was a hard person to get to open up and once he did she knew that he had given her a gift that she would always cherrish.

"How?" Sam started suddenly before stopping; Dean glanced at his brother from the corner of his eye before turning back to the road. "How did you two meet?" Sam asked turning so he could see Abbie and his brother, who had a content smirk on his face.

"Well," Abbie started with a knowing smile as she turned her attention to Sam. "they were driving through town and their car died. Couldn't get it fixed because everything in town was dead. Cars, phones, granted no one here knew what the hell was going on we could probably explain the lack of electricity as the state's fault, but the cars no one could. I let them board at my place because all of the hotels had been filled by other visitors to the city. They defiantly didn't rest; they were poking around all of my appliances. It wasn't until the one in my radio decided to start playing what ever caught his fancy did I get anything out of them. Even still, it was like pulling teeth. After that they did something that got rid of the gremlin infestation, and I some how got them to let the radio gremlin stay." Abbie summarized, with Dean nodding along with everything she said as he pulled up to a modest white two-story house.

Glancing over at Sam, he knew his little brother realized that some things about their fight with the gremlins was not being talked about, but Dean didn't think that his baby brother needed to know about his love life. Looking back at Abbie, Dean smiled slightly, she responded by sticking her tongue out at him as she stepped out of the car. He rolled his eyes at the blonde who was currently digging her keys out of her jean pocket as she stood next to Sam. Looking around the street, Dean was taken by the familiarity of everything, studying Abbie who was happily answering Sam's questions as they walked up the stairs leading to the front door. He couldn't understand why this woman understood everything and cared, hell even his father had been impressed by her, mainly for the fact that she took what they gave her and didn't push what they wouldn't answer.

Shaking his head, Dean ran up the stairs and slipped into the house after Sam, who had been watching him with concealed amusement. Looking for Abbie, Dean left Sam in the living room, knowing that she was probably somewhere in her kitchen. She always hid in there when met with something she was uncertain or uncomfortable with.

"Hey." Dean greeted quietly as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as Abbie just stood in the center of her kitchen, staring at the basement door. Dean could just make out the chorus of Highway to Hell seeping through the cracks in the door. Raising an eyebrow, he pushed himself from the door to go stand next to Abbie who hadn't seemed to have heard him enter. "Abbie?"

She jumped before spinning around, smiling slightly though it didn't reach her eyes it was then that Dean realized that the little gremlin had to be removed and banished from the city. A quick glance at the doorway where Sam was standing Dean quirked his head to the side, Sam nodded before disappearing from the room. Somewhat satisfied that he or his brother would take care of the gremlin that night.

"You're going to get rid of him then?" Abbie asked as she looked between Dean and the door, trying to weigh her options, she could refuse it, but Dean would still banish the creature, or she could just let it happen. At least then, she wouldn't have to be angry at Dean for going and doing this behind her back. Watching as Sam came back into the room with the familiar khaki coloured bag slung over his shoulder Abbie just slumped in defeat, she really would miss the music-loving creature.

"He bothers you more than you're willing to admit." Dean told her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Abbie just nodded as she wrapped her arms around herself, Dean heard Sam shuffling around behind them. Glancing at his brother, Dean just shrugged, it wasn't the first time in his life that he thought women were strange and it wouldn't be the last.

"Just leave him there until you leave." Abbie requested, as she looked Dean, her brown eyes pleading with him to give her this one favor. Dean nodded slowly, he knew the catcher and the salt kept the creature locked in the radio, hell the thing even enjoyed living in the radio. However, it had outstayed its welcome for as far as he was concerned.

"Well." Abbie started, suddenly cheerful enough to cause Dean to back up, he hated it when she did that, it was completely different from her true calm demeanor. "Alright, you still remember where everything is, right?"

Dean nodded, calculating how much time it would take him to deal with scary Abbie. He could hear Sam chuckling just behind him, but didn't chance a look in Sam's direction. Looking back at Abbie who was watching him with an amused grin, Dean rolled his eyes before turning around to collect everything he needed from his car pulling Sam along behind him. Dean could just make out Abbie's telling giggle before the sound was lost to the flurry of metal and cabinet doors.

"What was that all about?" Sam asked, clearly amused as he and Dean pulled some of their bags out, granted they didn't have a lot with them but at least this allowed for a bit of normal and maybe a lead or two.

"Hell if I know." Dean grunted as he tossed another bag on the sidewalk beside his car. Glancing up as a red farmer's truck rumbled to a stop, Dean studied the boxes piled up in the truck bed, raising an eyebrow the two watched silently as a long haired red-head stepped out of the car. Dean heard the front door open and slam shut from behind him and knew that Abbie was no longer in her playful mood.

"Same place as always?" The man questioned as he turned to Abbie, his voice deep and wary, Dean suddenly remembered him as the kid who had gotten pissed at him for getting close to Abbie. But he couldn't tell if Abbie still disliked him or not, she never was an easy person to read.

"You ask that every time you come here." Abbie shot back obviously she still didn't like the red head who had tried one to many times to say she was his when faced with the then father and son duo known as the Winchesters. Placing her hands on her hips, she pointed at the side door that lead to the basement. Dean turned in amazement as he studied the boxes in the truck then to Abbie.

"Fuck." Dean muttered when he realized just why Abbie was so pissed, that he never called her, she probably thought he was dead regardless of what she had said earlier. Watching silently as Abbie directed red haired Tom around with skill that spoke of years of practice. Abbie who still hadn't moved from the porch easily was able to tell Tom what meeded to go where just by the amount of muttering the red head did. Glancing at his brother, Dean shrugged, Sam just continued to stare between Dean and the boxes. Grabbing the rest of his bags, Dean shouldered them before back handing Sam in the chest. Sam grunted, glared at Dean with a tired look but then proceeded to shoulder the remaining bags before shutting the trunk.

The two slowly made their way up the stairs towards Abbie who had turned her attention on them while Tom was busy unloading another large brown box. She smiled lightly in their direction before barking an order to Tom who was currently glaring at the back of Dean's head before herding the two into her house to settle them down. Tom spent another twenty minutes unloading boxes, by the time he was done Abbie had already made sure that Dean and Sam were settled and Sam was already starting on their first load of laundry. Dean who was following Abbie as she went from room to room was being insulted by his baby brother who had left the laundry room for the sanctuary of their bedroom to unpack whatever else was left. Dean just flipped him off before following Abbie out of the room, still trying to get her to speak to him about the boxes but was haulted as she went outside to sign off on the delivery.

"Evan, wants you to start checking in daily." Tom told her as he watched Abigayle sign her name with flurrish. She turned her brown eyed glare from the forms to Tom, signing off the last X, she shoved the clipboard back in Tom's chest.

"And how exactly do I do that?" Abbie quipped as she stared at Tom, raising an eyebrow; she smirked before placing her left hand on her hip while pointing the other at Tom's chest. Dean chuckled as he watched the red head's eyes follow Abbie's finger. "Besides I know you like it, you enjoy bring these boxes to my house and don't deny it."

"I'm just telling it as it is." Tom answered with a sour look as he flipped through the paper work making sure everything was in order. Turning back to Abbie, Tom glared at the man standing right behind her. Granted he knew he would never have a chance with her and now that this Dean character was back there was even less of a chance to get Abigayle Spensers to even like him. Nodding Tom promised to relay the message to Evan and turned jogging down the stairs to his truck. One final glance in Abigayle's direction, Tom started up his old truck and headed off, maybe in a few more months once Winchester had disappeared again would he try for her but she had remained head strong that he was still coming back in person or in paper.

Abbie wrinkled her nose in dissatifaction as she watched the farmer's trunk turn off her street. She didn't need nor want to deal with the likes of Tom Clansey. Turning back to Dean who was staring down at her in amusement, Abbie rolled her eyes before darting around him and slipping into her house. She had food to cook, she didn't know how much Sam ate, but ske knew when the mood struck him Dean could enhale food like a vacuum. Besides there was an unspoken tension surrounding the two brothers and cooking always helped her think. Smiling at Sam who was sitting at the kitchen table a beer in hand, she headed straight to the fridge.