Farther Away
Chapter 3
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, takes place during season 1.
A.N. Has been a while since I've worked on any of my stories, but college was/is the big forefront in my life right now, however, some of the stress has been removed with my entrance into The Teacher's College Block I Program.
A.N. 2: It's been years, people, but enjoy… my first fanfiction entry in over two years, something that was written years ago by the way.
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Abbie woke up feeling slightly disorientated; sitting up in the lightened room of her bedroom she gazed at the alarm clock before falling backwards into the mass of pillows. It certainly wasn't normal for her to be able to sleep in until eight in the morning; she was normally up around four thirty every morning to get ready for work. Rolling onto her side she stared at the photo that was sitting on her nightstand an older couple waved at her from the still photo as they stood smiling on the deck of a blue and white motor boat.
Sam studied Abbie as she moved around the kitchen gathering everything she would need for breakfast. Turning he watched as Dean slowly stumbled into the room, still disheveled from sleep. As Dean sat down at the kitchen table, Abbie had a cup of coffee ready and in front of him. Dean took the mug, but before he could grunt his thanks Abbie was moving around the kitchen again making them their first home cooked meal in who knows how long. Within minutes Dean was awake enough to watch as Abbie moved over to the oven to begin cooking.
Studying his brother, Sam couldn't help the bitter feeling he felt at the fact that Dean had someone like her. He had lost Jessica to the demon, his father had lost their mother to the demon, but Dean still had Abbie, he hadn't lost her to the demon. Though he couldn't and wouldn't wish that fate on her or anyone. Watching as Dean kept his eyes on the light haired blonde as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, Sam couldn't hate the woman. His brother had found the one thing that Sam and their father had been able to experience.
Abbie glanced at the basement door; the gremlin had been surprisingly quiet that morning. Looking at the Winchester brothers she knew that they hadn't done anything, Dean never went back on his word unless it was for a good cause and Sam didn't know where the keys to the basement were. Turning back to the oven Abbie gazed at meal she had cooked before reaching for a plate it was time to feed the two brothers. Turning the oven off, Abbie carried the plates over to the table, smiling at the two, before leaving the kitchen. Dean watched her leave the room before turning to Sam who was watching his brother in amusement before moving his attention to his breakfast. Dean sighed before giving up, knowing he wouldn't get anything out of her until he could corner her alone.
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"Abbie." Dean murmured as he walked up behind the blonde as she worked on cleaning up from breakfast. She refused to look at him; though he wasn't sure about anything he had done to make her upset he wasn't stupid enough to not realize that she was upset about something. Getting close enough that he could see how tense she was Dean cautiously wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her to him. Noticing that she hadn't weakened her hold on the sponge she had been using, Dean ran his thumb above Abbie's belt in an attempt to calm her down. After a few minutes he could feel her start to relax into his hold, pulling her closer to him Dean tossed the sponge in the sink. As she relaxed into his hold, Dean spun her around, staring down into her dark eyes; he could only smirk as he felt her tiny hands grasp his shirt.
"Would you know if someone has done something its best they know why they are being punished? I certainly feel like you're punishing me for something." Dean whispered as he pulled her flush against him. He watched as Abbie closed her eyes as she relaxed completely against him. Resting his forehead against hers, Dean couldn't believe he had this woman in his life. Running a hand through her hair, Dean shuttered as he felt her hands slowly travel down his chest. Pushing her back against the counter as he captured her lips with his, Abbie squeaked at the sudden movement but grasped his arms as she gave into the emotions that Dean was tempting her with.
Resting his forehead against Abbie's Dean smiled at the blonde who had forced herself into his life all those years ago. Feeling Abbie finally completely give into his hold, Dean smiled slightly before feeling Abbie tense back up as the radio popped on suddenly, some old country song having caught the fancy of the gremlin. Abbie gave a wavering smile before trying to remove herself from his grasp. Dean growled, tightening his hold on her before burying his face in her neck, Dean realized that he never wanted to leave. Hunting wasn't all that important when he was around this woman.
Hearing the front door open, Dean moved as he heard Sam's footsteps in the hallway. Between the radio and Sam's return Dean realized that he had to release Abbie. Gazing down at her, he watched as she backed away, straightening herself and refusing to meet his eye. Dean sighed and with a few quick steps captured Abbie in his grasp once again, not wanting her to run away from him and not let him back in for another few years. Abbie fought his hold slightly, only winning out when he heard Sam call out to announce his presence.
Dean watched as Abbie walked up the stairs, glaring at Sam for walking in when he had. Sam just shrugged at his brother's discomfort before disappearing into the living room. Dean just grumbled before heading up the stairs after Abbie, knowing if he didn't he wouldn't be able to get close her again. Cursing his brother under his breath, he walked into Abbie's room. Gazing around the softly decorated space he watched as Abbie sat calmly in her old rocking chair. Shutting the door he slowly made his way over to her. Knelling down beside her Dean sighed as he reached out to touch Abbie. He noticed that this time she didn't jump; grabbing her wrist Dean pulled her to him. Abbie squeaked at the sudden movement but wrapped her arms around him. Slowly standing up Dean carried her to her bed, laying her down gently Dean climbed in next to her.
Abbie responded by curling up beside him, Dean gazed down at the blonde head resting on his chest before tightening his hold on her waist. He could feel her hand grasp at his shirt, smiling Dean relaxed into the pillows.
"I'm not mad at you." Abbie whispered as she played with the hem of Dean's tee-shirt. Dean grunted as he reached down to still her hand. Abbie gazed up at him as she felt him weave his fingers through hers. Sliding up so her head was next to his, Dean gave her a small smile as he rested their hands on his stomach.