Ok so after the long holiday, too many trashy free Kindle book downloads, two hours of sleep, and too many cups of Maté tea I've scrapped the next 3 chapters and decided to go this route. Don't forget to review…much loved. It will still end the same (probably) but this seems more fun in my sleep deprived world.

Dean was up early. He quietly got out of bed so not to disturb Lisa and headed to Ben's room. She had come home two weeks ago and to Dean it was the happiest day he had in a long time. All she wanted was her normal routine back but with Katie in ICU the normal routine changed. He hated hospitals and they spent a lot of time there now.

He opened the door to his son's room quietly and saw that Ben was fine so he went into the kitchen to make coffee. He would get Ben up for school in another hour. Before the incident they both would help get Ben ready for school. Now she spent late nights in restless sleep; so Dean made sure that she would have some rest in the morning. She usually went to sleep in the early morning for a few hours. He looked at the clock, his dad would be over soon for morning coffee and to see his grandson off to school. His mom would be over a little later too. To help Lisa with chores and offer moral support. Sam and Abigail would pick Ben up from school and take him to see his little sister. Then they would all come home and Lisa, Dean, and Ben would spend the evening together. Never in his life did he think he would be having the family life but here it was. Luckily it had been very quiet too on the supernatural front. Which would have made him nervous but with the whole family in protection mode he relaxed, as much as the solider in him could.

John and Mary had found a three bedroom house two blocks away from their eldest son and his family. Dean smiled at having family so close. Abigail and Sam had an apartment across from the hospital that the family used when needed. He smiled at the thought of his brother being a kept man. There was no doubt that the bond between Sam and Abigail was strong, that his brother loved her intensely and she returned it. They were a lot like him and Lisa, it was just meant to be. Which meant supernatural bullshit trying to tear them apart was also meant to be.

He heard a soft knock on the door. That would be his dad. Dean's normal day was just beginning. He hoped it would be as uneventful as the last few weeks. It was all so apple-pie normal – except they were Winchesters.

Sam woke up to the shower running. Abby was up early as usual. Things had been quiet lately and now was the time to ask her. He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a ring box. Opening it he stared at the princess cut emerald set in a white gold band flanked on each side with three small diamonds. He had found it in an antique store in New York City and after running various test, including EMF, to make sure it wasn't haunted or cursed he bought it. A minute later the shower shut off and she came out in just a towel.

"Morning," she said happily as she got back into bed, towel left on the floor.

Once she was under the covers he rolled onto his side with the ring in his hand. He held it so she could see it and then smiled. He wasn't nervous about her saying no. He took her left hand, placed the ring on it and then asked the question.

He loved the way this morning started. With a yes and then a wake-up call he wouldn't forget in a long time.

The coffee shop was just a block away and she walked almost everyday. She had become friends with the baristas there and wanted to show off her engagement ring. Abigail had already called her brother and niece. Nessa was over the moon excited and Allan was happy for his sister. After her coffee run they would go over to Dean's and announce the engagement proper. Sam was showering after their morning wake-up call and she would be back before he was dressed.

Inside their apartment they were safe. For two weeks it had been quiet outside. They hadn't let their guard down but some fear had subsided. In the coffee shop there was a new customer she hadn't seen. He was a tall blond man with strangely piercing brown eyes and he was wearing a red jacket. The baristas were awestruck at him but Abigail really didn't like blonds, though she had to admit he was physically gorgeous. Not Sam gorgeous, but in her eyes no one could compare to Sam. There it was again, that thing he did. Did he have her under a spell? Sam Winchester was a lot of things but she didn't think he was a witch. She looked at the ring and smiled, it was perfectly her. The barista that usually waited on her noticed the ring and soon the attention was from blond dude and focused on the engagement ring and wedding plans.

Zepar knew where his prey would be. He had followed Abigail Colt for days, once he found her that is. It was difficult, she was well protected but he had her now. Thanks to a possessive, horny demon bitch named Ose he was able to get her location. The Winchesters weren't the only family that demons wanted to possess. The Colts were more of a public enemy number one than the Winchesters, and like the Winchesters some demons were just drawn to them. Ose wanted Sam, a hell of a lot others wanted Dean, and Duke Zepar wanted Abigail. She wasn't as powerful as him, but the blood that ran through her was too strong to ignore. Years ago Samuel had made a deal with him and a few other Lords of Hell. But Samuel being a Colt had tricked them all back into Hell. So he watched the family through the years and when Abigail grew to adulthood he set his plan in motion.

She would be his bride and he would sire children with her too. Heaven was in too much chaos to stop him, and the Winchesters had their own problems coming at them. The Duke took his coffee and sat down at a table near the line. He had 26 legions of demons under him, getting one Colt to his palace in Hell wouldn't be difficult. Of course there would be collateral damage but a few human lives snuffed out was what it would take to get Ms. Colt.

Crowley watched unobserved as the Duke put his plan in motion. He was going to protect Abigail and Sam's child – he had given his word. And having the Duke take her to Hell was the safest place for her right now. Heaven was split in two, Gabriel was trapped in a lake of holy fire, Castiel wasn't faring well, Raphael was coming for Ben, Ose was coming for Sam, and rouge angels were gunning for the Winchester parents. The safest one was Katie – nothing could touch her.

Crowley knew the Duke didn't want to harm her, just posses her, and he knew the deception he would use. Zepar could physically take any form Abigail wanted and he would exploit Sam for all it was worth. Well so the arrogant Duke thought. Crowley had a higher authority to answer too and that authority had mandated Abigail and Sam happy together – hey he wasn't going to argue. No, right now he needed Abigail out of the way, Sam and Dean desperate to say yes to angels again, and mom and dad doing their part. Phase I, getting Sam to beg, plead, and say yes to Crowley's demands was about to happen. And once the higher authority was pleased with Crowley then he could finally get back into Heaven. Hell and Earth were beginning to annoy him after 2000 years.

The explosion only destroyed the coffee shop Abigail had been in, however the shockwave took out electricity and shook buildings in a two mile radius. Sam was out of the shower, dressed and out the door in under two minutes. People were stumbling onto the street. His phone rang and he prayed to God it was Abigail. It was Dean.

"Dude, what the hell just happened?"

Sam looked down the street and saw a smoldering pile of rubble that use to be the coffee shop. Instinctively he knew no one could have lived through that, but he clung to hope to prevent his world from falling apart.

"Sammy!" Dean's voice was loud and cold. "What's going on?"

"The coffee shop exploded." He was numb. He knew the signs of shock and they were setting in.

"You and Abby alright? What about the hospital?" Dean asked dreading to hear the answer.

"Hospital is fine and no we're not alright. Abigail was inside Dean."

"Dad and I are on our way Sammy. Go back inside." He knew his brother was in shock and he knew that if he ordered him around in his big brother tone Sam might, might actually listen and go back inside where it would be safer.

By the time John got to the apartment Sam was inside, just staring at the news on the tv. And was he rocking back and forth? This was not good. Sam didn't even acknowledge him coming in.

John called Mary and asked her to come over. He hoped she would be able to get through to Sam because he wasn't having much luck. Dean had run over to the hospital to check on Katie first and even after his eldest had returned no one was getting through to Sam.

The waiting was unbearable. His mind refused to focus, to think. He had trouble breathing and couldn't keep anything down, not even water. Around 6 that evening news finally came that Abigail wasn't among the bodies in the rubble.

So she was probably alive. The next question was who had her and where. Sam had felt this way several times in his life. The first at Jessica's death, the second when Dean had been shot by the robber in Loki's crazy world, and the third when his brother had been ripped to shreds by Hellhounds. Helpless, and guilty fading into failure and self-pity, followed by a calm resolve and the need for revenge. He had started down the slippery slope to Hell and knew he would slide faster this time. Lucifer would probably get him but the dark mood he was in he would have no problem taking the angel out permanently. He was just done with it all. Heaven, Hell, didn't matter what mattered was getting Abigail back and if it cost his soul so be it.

Dean's world was upside down. His daughter was alright but his brother was turning away from all points sane and rational. He couldn't go through this again. He wouldn't go through this again. And where the hell was Cas?

TBC