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CHAPTER FOUR: DREAMS

Abbey thrashed violently in her sleep, her body slamming into Dean's each time she jerked his way. She was having a nightmare. There was a demon standing next to her in the room where she was staying. It looked at her with it's pale blue eyes, coaxing her. She looking over at the chair where the demon pointed, and she saw Dean tied to it, bleeding. The demon ordered her to join him. She looked up at the demon, gazing into it's pale blue eyes. "How?" she asked. Leaning down the demon whispered into her ear. Quickly, she pulled away. "You want me to kill Dean?" she asked, horrified. Slowly, the demon nodded it's head, pulling a knife out of its long black robe.

Flare looked over at Abbey, hearing her moaning in her sleep. "Abbey?" she asked, drawing Dean's attention to the thrashing body next to him. "Abbey, wake up," Flare ordered, walking over to her.

Dean put his hand on Abbey's shoulder and shook her gently. "Abbey, wake up."

Feeling someone's hand on her, Abbey's eyes shot open. Out of instinct, she grabbed the person's wrist and rolled, falling off the bed, landing on top of the person she was holding. Faster than the human eye could see, she reached into her waistband and pulled out the knife she kept there, slamming it against the throat of the person underneath her.

Sam jumped out of his chair when he realized what Abbey was doing. "Dean!" he yelled, suddenly fearing for his brother's safety.

Dean grabbed Abbey's wrists, stopping her from digging the knife into his jugular. "Abbey, it's me," he croaked as Flare attempted to pull Abbey off of him.

"Dean?" Abbey breathed, allowing Flare to help her up. "What are you doing? Don't you know you're not supposed to wake a girl while she's sleeping?" The events of the dream suddenly haunted Abbey's mind.

Sam reached Dean, holding his hand out to help him off the floor. "Are you okay, Dean?" he asked, not taking his eyes off Abbey. What was her deal? He knew now she was dangerous and she couldn't be around Dean without hurting him. Sam just didn't know how to tell Flare Abbey couldn't stay with them.

"I'm fine," Dean answered, taking Sam's hand and hoisting himself up. "Abbey, are you okay?"

"Abbey, what were you thinking?!" Flare demanded.

"I-I-I don't know," Abbey answered, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked at Dean, seeing only the image of him in the chair, broken and bleeding. The words the demon whispered to her echoed in her mind. "I should go." Abbey broke free of Flare and headed to the door, breaking out into a sprint once she got outside. She was the fastest runner in this town, having had a lot of practice growing up in the forest, and she used that as her advantage. She didn't know where they were now. All she knew was they weren't anywhere near the forest, so she had nowhere to run. That didn't stop her, though. She ran as fast as she could into the night, not caring that her legs had begun to burn with pain.

Sam watched as Abbey ran out the door, knowing he would have to stop Flare if she tried to run after her, which he knew she would. It was too dark outside now to go look for her. Plus, he had no idea where she would even go. They weren't near the forest anymore. They were about two towns over.

Flare and Dean started to run after her, but Sam grabbed Flare's arm at the elbow spinning her around so he was in front of her, stopping her from going after her sister. He hadn't expected Dean to run after her, so he didn't reach for him until it was too late. "Dean!" he yelled. "Dean, wait!" When Dean didn't listen, Sam turned his attention to Flare. "You can't go after her. It's too dark out and you don't even know where she would go. We're not near the forest anymore, it's too dangerous. Please," he begged, "stay here with me." Tears formed behind his warm, hazel eyes.

"If it were Dean, would you go after him?" Flare asked, crying. "Well?!"

Sam let the tears fall, knowing that he would. However, Dean wouldn't try to kill him, Abbey was unstable. He looked into her eyes. "No," he lied. He was getting pretty good at lying these days.

Flare broke down in tears. "She's my sister, Sam. I can't just leave her."

Abbey couldn't run anymore. She found an alley and turned into it, slamming her back against the wall, breathing heavily. She heard Dean yell her name, but she didn't answer. She didn't want to hurt him. She gripped the knife she still held in her hand, liking the way the wooden handle felt against her palm; like it belonged there. She closed her eyes and the demon's face flashed through her head, causing her to snap her eyes open, tears rolling down her face. She whimpered as she heard Dean's footsteps getting closer. Slowly, she slid down the wall, pulling her knees into her chest and resting her forehead on her bent knees. She cried into her knees, causing her jeans to become wet with tears.

Dean, who had been following her since she left, heard her crying and tried to pinpoint the exact location it was coming from. "Abbey?" he called. "Abbey, it's me, Dean. Where are you?"

"Go away!" Abbey yelled, shrinking closer to the wall as she heard Dean yell for her. "I don't want to hurt you. Go back to Sam and Flare! Just leave me alone!" More tears spilled from Abbey's face. "I'm dangerous."

"No, Abbey, you're not dangerous," Dean coaxed, trying to keep her talking so he could find her. "I can help you."

"No," Abbey sobbed. "I don't want your help. Just leave me alone!"

"Abbey, please," Dean begged, "let me help you." He had found her, and he now stood over her, his hand held out for her to take it.

"No, Dean, you don't understand," Abbey cried. "He wants me to kill you. He wants me to kill you and join his army." She looked into his jade green eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Dean. I like you."

Dean looked into her eyes as well. "I can help you fight this."

"I understand," Sam cried. "I do. But, Flare...she's dangerous. She could break down at any minute and kill you." Sam looked to the ground, then back into Flare's golden eyes. "You have to let her go."

"The same could be said about you, Sam!" Flare yelled "You could snap any time, too and kill Dean!"

"I-I--" Sam was speechless. He couldn't believe Flare was saying this to him. "I would never hurt my brother. But Abbey would! She already tried to! Twice now!" He was getting angry.

"You and Abbey are the same, Sam. You don't hurt people and neither does she," Flare protested between sobs.

"She pulled a knife on him! She was going to kill him!" Sam yelled, louder than he wanted to, but he couldn't control his anger.

Flare sat on the bed and continued to sob. Sam walked over to the bed and sat next to Flare. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that." He put his hand on her shoulder. "It's just, you need to understand that if Abbey hurts Dean, I..." He didn't know how to put this. "I will have to stop her. For good."

"I-I promised my family I would take care of her," Flare whispered.

"You did all you could do," Sam said, trying to comfort her. "She has demon blood in her, and she couldn't handle it. Many people have fallen victim to the same fate. There was nothing you could do." A tear rolled from Sam's eye as he tried to explain to Flare that he needed to kill her sister.

"No," Flare begged. "No, you can't. You can't hurt her."

Sam didn't answer, instead, wrapped his arm around Flare and pulled her into a tight embrace, running his fingers through her hair.

"You-You can't kill her," Flare ordered, still sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Flare," Sam apologized, pulling away. He reached behind his back and pulled out his pistol "But I have to." He stood up and walked out the door, gun at the ready.

Flare grabbed Sam's arm and tried to pull him back. "If you want to kill her, then you'll have to kill me, too."

Sam pulled his arm away, walking out the front door, slamming it behind him to slow Flare down. He walked in the direction he saw Dean and Abbey running.

Flare quickly opened the door and ran after Sam. "If you hurt her, Winchester I'll end you!" she threatened. She was done being nice. She liked Sam, but this was her sister, and she had promised her family she would keep her safe no matter what.

Abbey scoffed. "You'll help me. How? Seriously, Dean, just go. You'll be a lot safer if you're away from me. I'm...unstable, according to Sam."

"Sam's a moron," Dean offered. "Abbey, come back with me."

Abbey looked at Dean, seeing the image of him in her dream flash before her. She closed her eyes tightly. "I-I can't. I'm scared." She rested her head back on her knees, sobbing into her jeans once more.

"Abbey, please," he begged, crouching next to her, offering her his hand.

She scrunched closer to the wall, wishing she could disappear. She peeked at him with one eye, leaning her head to the side. "Sam doesn't want me there. He wants to kill me. I can see it in his eyes."

"I'll protect you," Dean promised.

Finally, Abbey took Dean's hand in hers, nodding. "Okay."

Suddenly, Dean heard Sam calling his name. "Hide," he ordered Abbey.

"What? No," Abbey protested. "I'm not afraid of your brother. I can take him." Happily, she braced herself for a fight. She glared at the opening of the alley, excitement pulsing through her. She wanted this fight so bad she was shaking.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, fearing Abbey may have hurt him.

Flare ran at him. "Sam!" she yelled before catching up to him. "Would you do it if it were me?" she asked.

Sam turned to look into her eyes. "If you were going to hurt my brother...yes."He turned to face front again, calling out Dean's name once more.

Flare grabbed Sam's forearm, her hand getting hot. Sam looked down at Flare's hand, feeling it getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Finally, it became too hot, and he pulled his arm away, rubbing it slightly. "Ow! What are you doing?"

Before Flare could answer, Dean's voice sounded through the alley. "I'm over here, Sam. I...can't find her."

Abbey slapped Dean's arm. "Don't lie, Dean. I'm over here, Sam! Come and get me!" Dean bit his lip as she continued to scream, knowing this wasn't going to end well. "Come on, Sammy!Let's do this! Right here, right now. Freak versus Freak!" She was practically bouncing now, eager to fight Sam and show him who was boss. Maybe she really was evil. "Sam! What's taking you so long? I'm waiting!"

Dean rolled his eyes, looking to the sky angrily. "Where's an angel when you need one?"

Hearing Abbey scream for him, Sam turned to look in the direction of the alley. "Stay here," he ordered Flare as he ran off in Abbey's direction. He stopped when he saw her, standing next to Dean, a look of pure excitement on her face. She smiled at him, beckoning him towards her with just that small gesture.

"Come on, Sam. What are you going to do? Kill me?" She laughed. "Take your best shot."

Sam brought the gun up, cocking it. "Dean, go get Flare, I don't want her to have to see this."

"See what, Sammy? You get your ass kicked by a girl?" Abbey teased.

Although Sam told her not to, Flare followed him. "Abbey, stand down dammit!" she yelled.

Dean, who was still standing beside Abbey, whispered through clenched teeth, "Come on, Cas. I need some help down here."

"Bite me, Flare!" Abbey spat. "Stay out of this. It has nothing to do with you."

Sam yelled, "Dean, get out of the way!" He was prepared to shoot if necessary.

"Come on, Sam, shoot already, you little girl!" Abbey pressed.

Suddenly, there was the sound of flapping wings, and Castiel appeared just as Sam fired the gun. The bullet hit Castiel and lodged itself in his abdomen. Sam gasped when he realized what he had done.