Chapter 8

About an hour later, Abigail crept through the front door fully dressed, carrying a plastic bag in one hand, and a big black leather purse in the other.

"Where have you been?" Sam asked from the couch, his laptop still propped open on his lap.

Abigail gave an involuntary jump when Sam spoke up.

"Ah jeez, Sam! Ya scared the hell outta me!"

"Sorry," Sam apologized flatly.

"I went to go get breakfast." Abigail answered as she lifted the white plastic bag in her hand, "Donuts."

Sam nodded, and then shut the laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of him while Abigail hustled into the kitchen.

Sam followed behind her, and watched as she placed the bags on the kitchen counter.

"What about all the other times you've disappeared, Abbey?" Sam asked accusingly.

Abigail shot Sam a confused look, and he only shrugged curtly.

"Ah," Abigail replied as a smile spread across her face, "You talk to Clay?"

Sam gave a small nod, but didn't respond.

"I've been at my neighbors, she's been a great help with Clay…even though she doesn't know all the details."

Sam cocked his head with confusion.

"That's not what Clay told me. He said you were going to his aunts…which of course I found slightly odd because you've never once mentioned you had a sister."

"Tammy is like a sister to me, Sam. She's known Clay all his life, so she's not blood, but she's his aunt for all intents and purposes." Abigail explained as she pulled the donut box out of the plastic bag, and threw the bag in the trash.

Sam nodded in understanding and suddenly felt a little stupid. It seemed like he was trying to catch Abigail doing something wrong.

Just then, Dean walked into the kitchen with his cellphone in his hand. He looked back and forth between Sam and Abigail.

"Did I interrupt?" Dean asked with a proud smirk on his face as he looked toward Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes, "No."

"Alright," Dean responded with disbelief, "can I talk to you alone, Sammy?"

Sam nodded, and then followed Dean out of the kitchen, and out to the freshly manicured front lawn.

"So, Bobby just called me back." Dean announced.

"Yea? And?" Sam asked.

"He got someone who he thinks can help us out, looks like we might not need Missouri after all."

Sam didn't ignore the hint of relief in Dean's voice.

"Great, this person got a name?" Sam prodded.

"Pamela Barnes. Bobby explained she doesn't have as strong abilities as you, but she knows enough to help you. Is that alright?" Dean explained with concern.

"That's fine I guess, when will she be here?"

"Tomorrow." Dean answered.

Sam nodded, and then sighed deeply as he thought of the time they had.

"What's wrong?" Dean prodded.

"You got a little less than four weeks left, Dean…I dunno this just feels like bad timing." Sam replied, his voice cracking on his brothers' name.

"Maybe this is a good thing." Dean said with a tiny smile.

"How?"

"You have a kid now. Now you can focus all your energy on him, Sam…like I did with you." Dean said passively, as if he didn't even care.

"You are unbelievable." Sam snapped.

"What?"

"You act like it's that simple! You die, then I go on living. That's not how it's gonna work out! I'm gonna find a way to save you Dean! We just gotta find out who holds your contract!" Sam yelled furiously.

"How do you suggest we do that Sam?" Dean asked as his frame began to shake with effort. He was trying desperately not to get angry and hurt Sam.

Sam exhaled sharply, "I told you before I found some possible omens, well from the looks of it now, we got a demon practically right on top of us. It just hasn't made a move yet. We can go looking for it, and question it."

"Demons lie, Sam. It could send us on a goose chase, and all we would have done is waste our time!"

"But it's the only thing we got!" Sam snapped back.

Dean then took in a deep calming breath, and quickly changed the subject. This was getting them nowhere, and he didn't have the energy to keep his anger in check.

"Did you tell Abigail yet…about you?" Dean asked more calmly.

Sam shook his head feverishly, "No, I've been working up to it though."

"You gotta do it today, dude." Dean said.

"I know." Sam replied, "I guess now's as good a time as any, right?"

Dean nodded, "Best to get it over with."

Sam nodded, and then turned to walk back into the house with Dean at his heel. Dean shut the door behind him, and continued to follow Sam into the kitchen where they had left Abigail.

"You want me here?" Dean asked supportively.

"No, I better do this alone." Sam replied quickly as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

Abigail stood by the sink, cleaning some plates by hand. Sam nodded at Dean, telling him to leave them. Dean nodded back, and went to sit in the living room.

Sam took a deep breath and put a gentle hand on Abigail's shoulder.

She jumped, and whirled around to face Sam with wide eyes.

"Damnit, Sam! That's twice!"

"Sorry." Sam responded simply.

"Need something?" Abigail asked as she turned the faucet off.

"N-no…I just need to tell you something." Sam said shakily.

"What's up?" Abigail asked with a small smile as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"W-when you called me…you asked if there was anything wrong with me…" Sam started slowly.

Abigail's smile slid from her face, and she stared up at Sam in all seriousness.

"There's nothing really wrong with me," Sam continued, as he found it got harder and harder to look Abigail in the eye, "but I have the same abilities as Clay."

"Excuse me?" Abigail asked in an almost terrified whisper.

Sam felt the fear roll off her and come into himself. He took a few steps back, and kept his eyes off hers.

"My abilities got passed down to Clay." Sam repeated.

"Why didn't you tell me when we met?" Abigail asked.

"They didn't appear till I turned twenty two…and they didn't get so strong…till I met Clay." Sam explained.

"This is…nuts." Abigail whispered as a tear slid down her cheek.

"I know…I know it seems nuts now, but Dean and I can help him. You just gotta let us."

"How?" Abigail choked out.

"We know someone, a specialist." Sam said quickly. It wasn't technically a lie, "she can help."

Abigail nodded curtly.

"Sam…I gotta take off." Abigail said in choked whisper.

"What?" Sam demanded.

"This is all a little much…I don't think I can take this all." Abigail explained.

Sam nodded. He somewhat understood what she was getting at. Not a lot of people could deal with the unnatural as casually as he and Dean did every day. But this was her son she was leaving behind with complete strangers practically.

"Where will you go?" Sam asked.

"Not far." Abigail replied shortly.

"Fine," Sam said angrily, "see you when you get back."

Abigail nodded, "Explain this to Clay, please. I'll be back in a few days."

Sam nodded as she left the kitchen to go pack her belongings.

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