Chapter 32

Dean went to retrieve Bobby from his hiding spot when the demons cleared out, and then together they took care of Ruby's body.

Sam on the other hand, stayed behind with Clay and Abigail. She came too about a half hour after Dean left with the body. Sam introduced himself and Clay properly, and then explained to the poor girl what happened.

She seemed a little shocked at first, just at the news that there were such things as demons, but she opened up and told him that she remembered bits and pieces of being possessed.

But nothing really solid. She did know that the demon used her body to have a child, and Abigail seemed very sorry that she never really had a chance to meet him.

Sam turned to look over at Clay after hearing her say that, but Clay still looked empty of any and all emotion. That really seemed to sound an alarm in Sam's mind.

"You alright?" Sam asked Clay with silent worry.

"Sam…I just found out my entire life is a lie…no I'm definitely not okay." Clay responded honestly.

"Well I'm here for you, kid. I really don't know what else you want me to say." Sam said sadly, it sounded as if he were almost pleading with the kid.

Clay scoffed, "You know what you should do? Back off!"

Sam looked taken aback for a moment, "Beg your pardon?"

"Back. Off." Clay repeated clearly and angrily, but at least it was an emotion, "Here you go spouting the 'I'm here for you crap' when we both know that you're gonna take off and leave me again!"

"Where's this coming from?" Sam asked sadly.

"It's your job, Sam. You're gonna go off and save the world or whatever and leave me behind, again." Clay spat.

"What exactly do you suggest I do, Clay?" Sam asked desperately.

"How about not leave me with this complete stranger for one!" Clay yelled.

"So you wanna come with us? I don't know if I'm ready for that Clay." Sam admitted.

"Whatever, I really hope you get Dean out of his deal or else you're gonna be lonely as hell on the road all by yourself!" Clay spat spitefully.

"You're out of line, kid." Sam warned as his temper began to rise.

"What're you gonna do? Ground me? You're checking out in a couple days, so what kind of punishment is that?" Clay dared.

"Room! NOW!" Sam ordered out loud, angrily.

The sound of his suddenly loud voice made Abigail jump as she was getting accustom to the silence.

Clay rose from the couch with a look of hatred on his face, "GLADLY!" he screamed, and then stormed to his room.

The second Clay's bedroom door slammed shut, Dean and Bobby walked in through the front door carrying shovels and sweating profusely.

Dean wiped his hand across his forehead and sighed as he turned to look at Sam with a look of curiosity.

"What was with all the yelling?" Dean asked worriedly as he sat down on the couch next to Abigail who scooted over a little bit to politely move from his odor.

Sam looked back and forth between Dean and Bobby, "I sent him to his room."

Dean chuckled, "Gettin' into that dad role are you?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Well, he was out of line."

"How so?" Abigail asked with a tiny laugh, "we were just sitting in silence…no one said anything!"

"We were talking." Sam remarked, he then went on to gently explain how he and Clay had psychic abilities, and how they could communicate telepathically. Abigail nodded, and seemed to comprehend, but she suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

"Sorry to drop all this on you at once." Sam apologized with a warm half smile.

Abigail nodded feverishly, "N-no, it's okay…it's just…eight years I've been locked in my own head, and when I'm finally free of it I find out I have another life…I mean eight years ago It was just my dad and I. I had an alright life in high school, and now here I am with…you and a kid?"

"I know, this has got to be very overwhelming, I'm sorry." Sam whispered comfortingly.

A tear fell from Abigail's eye, and she looked up at Sam desperately, "I don't even know who you are." She whispered.

"Hey, I don't know you either, I've only known that demon who was pretending to be you…you're not alone here." Sam said supportively.

Abigail scoffed, "Well sorry Sam, you're not missing eight years of your life are you?"

"No I'm not, but-" Sam began but was cut off by Abigail as she stood from the couch.

"That's right you're not, so don't you even try to sympathize with me!"

"I'm sorry," Sam said bluntly, "I shouldn't have said anything."

Abigail nodded in acceptance and then sat back down on the couch slowly. Dean coughed uncomfortably, and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"So what's up with Clay?" Dean asked curiously as he turned his attention back to Sam.

"He's mad because when this is over, I don't want him to come with us." Sam replied with an eye roll.

Dean shrugged, "So he's pissed because you don't want him to have a messed up life? Ungrateful little…" Dean muttered the rest of that sentence under his breath so Sam didn't pick it up.

Sam reopened the link with Dean, and wordlessly voiced his real concern, "I think he's gonna go darkside."

Dean jumped and looked up at Sam nervously, "He's a good kid, Sam. I think you're overreacting."

"No," Sam thought back fearfully, his eyes bright with unshed tears, "I think with all this all at once, I think it may have broken him, Dean."

"Don't think like that Sam." Dean snapped, "You're talking about him like there's no hope. Just talk to him, Sammy I'm sure he'll be okay."

Sam nodded curtly and then cut the connection dead. He stood from the couch and stretched out his long back for a moment, and then resumed his usual stance.

"I'm gonna go check on Clay." Sam announced with a tiny smile as he walked out of the room and headed toward Clay's bedroom.

Dean nodded in understanding, but didn't reply.

When Sam reached Clay's door he knocked for a moment, but didn't receive a reply. He assumed Clay was still mad so he sighed with frustration.

"Clay, it's me." Sam called, suddenly feeling a little stupid, "I'm real sorry about what happened out there okay? How about you open the door and come on out so we can talk about this?"

Again, no reply.

Sam's brow knit together in confusion. Was Clay really that mad at him?

Sam cast out his senses to try and get an emotional read on his son; he tried to get a sense of how Clay was really feeling. But Sam was alarmed when he found nothing. His eyes widened with fear, his son wasn't in his bedroom!

"Clay!" Sam called urgently.

Nothing.

Sam then stepped back, and then barged the door open. His eyes instantly traveled to the open window at the head of Clay's bed.

Clay had snuck out the window and ran away. Sam prayed he wasn't too late to get through to him.

Wow, I'm terrible! More to come soon! :D