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CHAPTER THREE: GETTING THE FACTS

Sam quickly caught up with Dean, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "Dude, are you okay?" Sam asked. "I mean, Abbey was out of control and you didn't even fight back? What's up with you?"

"I don't know, Sam. There's just...something about her," Dean answered, shaking his head, a little confused himself.

Sam looked at the ground, ready to tell Dean what he had learned from Flare. "She's like me, Dean," Sam explained. "Yellow Eyes, he gave her his blood when she was six months old, too. And her mother died in a nursery fire.." Sam shook his head. "I just can't figure out why she wasn't there with us when the demon had us trapped in that town." Sam looked at Dean. "It bothers me. What if she's evil, Dean?" Sam shook his head again before climbing into the back seat, wanting to sit there with Flare, leaving Abbey to sit up front with Dean.

"Maybe it's because Flare was with her," Dean offered.

Sam scooted in the seat until he could see Dean in the driver's seat. "I was with you when I was taken. I don't know, Dean. It's just bothering me a little bit, that's all." Sam leaned back, the vinyl of the car feeling good on his aching back. "I don't know. I just wish we knew more about her."

"I don't know, Sammy. We'll figure it out."

Abbey, still confused walked with her sister after the two men that her sister said were friends. She didn't remember ever seeing them before, though.

"Are you okay, Abbey?" Flare asked, concerned.

Abbey looked over at Flare when she heard her voice through the fog in her head. "I'm a little confused. Kind of lost, too. I don't remember anything that happened to me the past week." A tear rolled from Abbey's eye. "But I could see what was happening. And I couldn't stop it." Abbey closed her eyes against the memory, bowing her head to the ground, more tears rolling from her closed eyes. "I hurt people." She opened her eyes again, looking into Flare's eyes, hazel clashing with gold. "I beat that guy back there up. Our friend, I guess he is. I hit him. I threw him around like he was a rag doll." Again, she clenched her eyes closed, feeling ashamed.

Flare put her hand on Abbey's shoulder. "Don't cry, Abbey."

Abbey wiped her tears away as they neared the car. She eyeballed Sam in the back seat, wondering why he wasn't sitting up front with his friend. She didn't ask, though, only took her seat beside Dean as Flare sat beside Sam. She looked over at him, wondering what to say after the beating she gave him. She noticed his eye was a little bruised. "Sorry about your...eye," she said, drawing circles around her own eye when she said it, attempting to give the man an innocent smile.

"Don't worry about it," Dean smiled. "I've had worse."

Abbey couldn't help but smile back at Dean. She noticed that he was very cute, and for some reason, she felt a strong sort of chemistry between them. However, she was very tired, so she rested her head against the cool glass of the window, falling asleep shortly after.

Meanwhile, Sam smiled at Flare. He knew this may be a painful topic for her, but he needed to get some answers. "Flare," he said, quietly, careful not to wake a now sleeping Abbey. "I know you might not want to talk about this, but....a couple years ago, did Abbey disappear for a while? Ever? Think real hard. Was there ever a time when Abbey was just...gone?"

Flare nodded. "Yeah. But I found her later in this old abandoned town."

Sam sighed. She had been there."Was this old town in South Dakota? And it was like a ghost town?" How could he have missed her? He thought he found everyone.

Flare looked at Sam, confused. "Yeah."

"I was there, too," Sam explained. He closed his eyes against the memory. "I-I died there."

Flare looked at Sam and frowned. "I'm glad you're, um, alive."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, me too. Thanks to Dean." Sam rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what else to say. Finally, he just looked out the window, waiting for either someone else to start a conversation or them to reach their destination.

Finally, Dean turned on the radio, low.

"AC/DC?" Flare asked.

"You know it," Dean answered with a smile.

"Cool."

Abbey jerked awake at the sound of the radio. She glanced around the car, seeing Flare in the back seat behind the man driving, and another man sitting next to her. She still didn't know who these men were, just that they were apparently friends. Determined to get some answers, she looked back at her step sister. "Flare? Who are these men? And what are we doing with them?"

Flare took a deep breath. "This is Sam," she began, pointing to Sam with her thumb, "and that's Dean. They found me in the forest...almost dead. They saved my life."

"How?" Abbey asked, eying Dean as he drove much too fast. "Are they..." she leaned in closer to Flare and whispered, "Are they like me?"

"Sam is," Flare replied. "He was in that little town with you a couple years ago."

Abbey looked back at Sam. He smiled at her. Suddenly, she remembered his face. "I-I-I remember you. You died! I saw you die!"

Sam's smile faded, being replaced with a look of panic. He tried to calm her down and explain, but she was too far gone.

"Pull over!" Abbey demanded. Abbey demanded. She looked at Dean, feeling scared and confused. "Pull the car over, now!"

Dean did as he was told, knowing doing the opposite may have ended in a confrontation.

Abbey stepped out of the car before it stopped completely, walking over to a nearby tree. Flare got out and followed her sister. "Abbey, please, just let them explain," Flare begged.

"Let them explain?!" Abbey turned to face her sister. "Right!" she scoffed. "Because they've been so open about everything up to this point." She looked over at Dean and sighed. "Fine. Who are you? And tell me the truth. I can tell when people are lying, Dean." She said his name with all the bitterness she could manage, having a feeling he was going to lie.

Sam stood next to Flare not knowing entirely what to do. He would have explained if she asked, but she asked Dean to do it. There was no point in disobeying her orders and making her more upset. Silently, he prayed Dean would tell her the truth. They needed her to trust them.

With a sigh, Dean explained everything that had happened the last two years. Once he was finished, Flare took a step closer to Abbey. "See, Abbey? They're good people."

Abbey didn't say anything, just stood by the tree, taking all the information in. Finally, she looked up at Dean, hazel eyes clashing with his green eyes. "So where do we go now? What do we do?"

Sam finally let out his breath, glad Dean had told her the truth. And the fact that she was looking to them for direction, he figured they gained a sense of trust, now.

"Head back to the forest, I guess," Dean offered.

Flare winced, all of the pain from the attack coming back to her mind. "Um, no thank you."

Sam looked up at the sky. It was getting real dark. "Maybe we should just go get a motel room. Start this thing back up early in the morning."

Dean nodded, opening the door for Abbey. She climbed in, closing her eyes, not wanting to look at the boys anymore. She was scared by what Dean had told her about the other people like her and Sam. Some of them had become crazy and started killing people. She didn't want that to happen to her, but lately, she had been feeling strange; like she was always itching for a fight.

Flare sat in the back seat, looking out the window. Sam took his seat next to her. He wanted to talk to her, but she was looking out the window, and he figured she didn't want to be bothered. "Dean, make it fast," he whined. "I'm tired." He rested his head on the window, knowing he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but closing his eyes anyway.

Dean stepped on the gas pedal harder, and Abbey looked over at him, wondering why they had met up with them in the first place. She remembered the demon beating him up, crawling onto him, and licking his ear. Suddenly, she could taste Dean on her tongue again. He tasted good. Quickly, she looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed she was staring at him.

Dean glanced over at Abbey, smiling as he saw her cheeks redden. "How are you feeling?"

Abbey looked at Dean again, careful not to meet his eyes. "I'm...okay," she lied. She was scared. Scared that she was going to become a killer. "Are you okay?" she asked, knowing that she had given him a good beating earlier in the hospital. "You should have someone check out your eye."

"It's fine," Dean assured her. "I've had a lot worse. Believe me."

Abbey smiled at Dean. She did believe him. Still, she felt bad. She then dropped the conversation, planning to patch Dean up when they got to the motel, not caring that he would protest.

Sam was becoming annoyed. Dean was too busy flirting with this girl to drive fast enough. Why was he flirting with her anyway? For all they knew, she could turn into a psychopath and kill them all. Again, he looked over at Flare, deciding then that he was going to have a talk with her tonight once Dean and Abbey fell asleep. He smiled at Flare as she looked at him, hoping she would start a conversation. Maybe it would make time go faster because Dean surely wasn't.

Dean stepped on the gas a bit harder, and Sam's smiled widened. Finally, Dean was driving more like himself.

Abbey put her hands on the seat, holding on as Dean sped the car up. She wasn't used to being in cars. She and Flare just walked everywhere they wanted to go. She suddenly felt a little less safe being in the car with Dean. He was a maniac behind the wheel. It was kinda hot, though. Dean winked at Abbey, and she melted. She wanted to pull him into her right there and feel his soft lips on hers. She wanted his taste in her mouth again. However, she refrained, figuring it was a bad idea since he was driving and it would probably cause an accident.

Meanwhile, Flare leaned into Sam. Everything about him made her feel safe. His smell, his eyes, everything But there was one thing that was odd, deep down it was almost demon like. Sam's breath caught in his throat as Flare leaned against him. Hesitantly, he put his arm around her, feeling safe and warm. Slowly, gently, he placed a kiss on the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent. Flare and Sam's eyes met, hazel clashing with gold, and he smiled at her, wanting to kiss Flare, but not knowing if that's what she wanted. Therefore, he fought the feeling. Finally, Flare lay her head on Sam's shoulder, closing her eyes.

Abbey was suddenly in Dean's mind, able to read his thoughts. She figured it must have been some new ability surfacing. She flinched as she was forced to watch all of the horrible things Dean did when he was in Hell. She felt bad for those poor souls he was torturing. Then, his thoughts suddenly mellowed and he began thinking of her. She liked this thought. It made her know she wasn't the only one feeling the way she was feeling.

Slowly, Abbey reached over and put her hand on Dean's forearm. "It's going to be okay," she told him, gently, feeling what he felt as he thought about what he did in Hell. "You're not that man anymore."

Dean glanced at Abbey. "What are you talking about?"

"I can see into your mind. I think it has something to do with the demon blood in my system."

"Oh." Dean looked at the steering wheel, then glanced at her again. "How am I not that man anymore?"

Abbey shrugged. a shoulder. "You didn't hurt me. You don't hurt Sam. You helped my sister when she was in trouble." Abbey squeezed his arm gently. "You're not a bad person, Dean. Anyone can see that."

"Thanks, Abbey," Dean mumbled, turning into the hotel parking lot.

Abbey nodded, taking her hand off of Dean's arm. She got out of the car, walking to the reception desk and getting them a room. The guy only had a room with two queen beds, so that's what she had to get. She walked back over to the car, stopping in front of Dean and handing him the key. "They only had a room with two queens."

Dean climbed out of the car and winked at Abbey. Quickly, she turned and scoffed, shaking her head at him, pretending to be insulted by his gesture.

Sam gently shook Flare. "Hey, we're here, Flare," he whispered softly.

"I'm awake," Flare whispered back.

Sam smiled, hauling himself from the car and following Dean and Abbey into the motel room, waiting for Flare to follow.

Once inside the room, Abbey pushed past Dean and jumped on the bed closest to the window. "I call this one!" she shouted like a child. She waggled her eyebrows, knowing this was the bed Dean wanted.

Dean crossed his arms like a little kid who didn't get something at the toy store. Abbey returned his child-like gesture by sticking her tongue out at him.

Sam smiled, knowing Dean was pissed that he didn't get the bed that he wanted. He gestured to the remaining bed. "Flare, if you want it, it's yours."

Flare looked at Sam "Um, no its okay. You can have it."

"No, I insist," Sam argued. "You take it." Sam then walked over to the table and threw his duffel bag on the floor by the chair, taking a seat.

Flare walked over to the bed and pulled down the sheets. Sitting herself down on the bed she said, "Night guys."

"Night," Dean replied, still glaring at Abbey.

"Night," Sam said, resting his head in his open hand as he skimmed the computer screen for any sign of supernatural sightings.

Abbey smiled seductively. "You know, Dean," she started, "if you want the bed..." she scooted over, "there's plenty of room." She waggled her eyebrows at him.

Dean smirked at her offer. "Really, now?" he asked, sitting on the empty space next to her.

Abbey put her hand on his chest, holding him in place. "But you have to behave yourself," she teased, hearing what Dean was thinking.

"Oh," Flare grumbled, pulling the pillow over her head. "Get your own room."

Sam scrunched his face, silently agreeing with Flare. He chuckled as Abbey told Dean to behave himself. Behave himself? Dean didn't know the meaning of those words.

"I will duct tape you to the wall, Dean," Flare warned. "I'm not kidding. You, too, Abbey."

Sam laughed out loud, unable to control himself. It would be funny to see Dean duck taped to the wall. Abbey would just be a bonus.

Dean glared at Sam's outburst, then at Flare. Finally, he lay down, closing his eyes and allowing sleep to claim him.

Abbey rolled onto her side, her back facing Dean, not wanting to look at him while she slept.

Sam continued to search the net for any supernatural sightings. The town had been quiet except for the animal problem and he figured since Meg was gone, the animals would return to acting like their normal selves. Maybe he and Dean were no longer needed in this town. However, he wanted to stay in this town. He looked over at Flare, noticing that she was sleeping. Damn. Now he was going to have to wait until the next time they were alone to have that talk with her.

Flare opened her eyes to see Sam was looking at her. She stood, walking over to Sam and placing her hand on his shoulder. "You should get some sleep, Sam," she whispered.

"I can't sleep," Sam countered. "I need to talk to you." He looked down at the ground, feeling a little embarrassed. "Do you think there is any possibility that your sister will go crazy and start killing people?" He hated to ask, but if she was going to be with them, he needed to know if she was dangerous.

Flare sat next to Sam and shook her head. "I really don't know. I just...don't know."

Sam bit his bottom lip, taking Flare's hand in his to provide the comfort he figured she needed.