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WARNING: There is a very gruesome, graphic death scene in this chapter, so beware!

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CHAPTER SIX: MEMORIES

New York, 1996

Flare walked down the hall of the school, her head down, she just wanted to go home. Quickly, she opened to door, but someone pulled her back into the building, lifting her from the ground and holding her in the air. As she looked at the person holding her, she noticed it was Jay, the biggest, baddest bully in the school.

"Look at those pointy ears!" Jay yelled, bursting out in laughter. "You look like a fairy!" Again, he laughed. "Flare the Fairy!"

"Let me go, Jay," Flare quietly ordered.

"Make me, you little fairy!" Jay teased, a sneer forming on his hideous features.

Flare closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Tears started flowing from her eyes.

Jay laughed. "I knew you couldn't make me." Again, laughter erupted. "You're nothing but a little fairy. A weak, little fairy."

Suddenly, Flare spit in his face. "Let me go, you fat, ugly troll!"

Disgusted, Jay wiped the spit away with the back of his hand. "You little bitch!" he yelled, backhanding her.

She winced. "Is that all you got, Ogre?" she teased. She was so tired of being picked on.

"Not even close." He raised his hand to hit her again, but something stopped him. He stared into the eyes of a small boy. He laughed. "Little Sammy Winchester. Did you come for a beating, too. Wait your turn."

"Leave her alone, Jay," Sam warned, throwing Jay's hand down.

Jay looked at his hand as Sam threw it back down at his waist. "Well, I guess I could deal with you first." He went to throw a punch, but Sam ducked, causing Jay's hand to connect with the locker behind him. He yelped in pain, holding his hand. "I think I broke my knuckles!"

Sam grabbed Flare's elbow and steered her away from the crowd. "Come on."

Once they stopped moving, Flare looked at Sam. "W-Why did you help me?" she asked, wincing a little as her face began to sting.

"Jay's a jerk," Sam answered simply. "You shouldn't have had to put up with his crap." He walked into the nurses office, grabbing an ice pack. He knew she was on her lunch break, so there was no chance they were going to get caught. He handed her the pack. "Here, it will help to make sure it doesn't swell."

Flare gently took the ice pack. "W-Why aren't you making fun of me? Everyone else does."

"I'm not like everyone else." Sam smiled at her, happy that he had helped her.

Flare smiled back. "Thanks, Sammy."

Sam blushed, nodding his head to let her know he was listening.

Present Day

Abbey walked through the motel doors, instantly going to a chair and sitting down, pulling her pant leg up to her calf. "Shit!" she yelled, seeing the blood pouring from the wound.

Dean looked over at her, noticing the wound. "Here, I'll patch that up."

"No," Flare interrupted, standing and walking over to her sister. "I'll do it."

Abbey winced, pulling her leg back quickly when Flare touched her wound. Finally, she put her leg in a position so Flare could fix it, biting her bottom lip so she wouldn't scream.

Flare cleaned Abbey's ankle, gently wrapping a bandage around it once she was finished. She stood. "You should get some sleep," she suggested. "You, too Sam and Dean."

Abbey nodded before limping over to the bed and laying down. Dean lay next to Abbey, quickly falling asleep, as Sam walked over to his bed and did the same. Meanwhile, Flare stepped outside into the fresh night air, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

Abbey watched as her sister strolled out of the motel. Silently, she got up, careful not to wake Dean and followed Flare. "Flare?" she asked, closing the door as she walked out into the night air to join her sister. "What are you doing?"

Flare looked over at Abbey. "Just...thinking is all." Slowly, she sat on the ground. "You should get some sleep, Abbey."

"I don't want to sleep," Abbey protested, taking a seat next to her. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just...what's going to happen to us." She looked into Abbey's eyes, worried. "What if something happens to us?"

"What do you mean? What could possibly happen to us?"

"What couldn't happen to us?! I mean, you're a damn seal!"

Abbey looked away, slightly hurt by Flare's words. She chuckled. "A seal. What's that even mean?" She wrapped her arms around her body, suddenly feeling cold all of a sudden.

Flare put her hand on Abbey's shoulder. She needed to comfort her little sister, even if she didn't believe her own words. As long as Abbey did, everything would be okay. "Whatever it is...we'll deal with it. No matter what."

"Right," Abbey scoffed. "Not only do I have a demon after me that wants me to join his army, but now I have people coming to kill me and open some seal thing so Lucifer can walk through. How is that okay? And the nightmares haven't stopped. The pale eyed demon still comes to me, telling me to--" Abbey suddenly stopped talking, not wanting Flare to know that the demon wanted her to kill Dean.

"To kill Dean," Flare finished for her, sighing.

Abbey sat up straight, staring at Flare. "How did you know that?" she asked, a little scared. She had never told anyone about her dreams

"I'm your sister, Abbey. I know how you think."

Abbey didn't say anything, just sat and stared at the stars overhead. She didn't know how she felt about the fact that her sister knew the demon wanted her to kill Dean, but she figured there was nothing she could do about it. She knew she wasn't going to kill Dean; she would never hurt him. Well, not on purpose anyway. But, the truth was, she was afraid. Afraid of the anger that lived just below the surface. Afraid of the nightmares she always had. Afraid that her will was not strong enough and eventually she would give in to the darkness that called to her. She was just afraid of the woman she was becoming.

"Abbey, I'll help you in anyway that I can. I mean, you're my sister." Flare placed her hand on Abbey's shoulder. "And my best friend. We'll win this. We always do."

Abbey looked away, unable to shake the feelings she had. Suddenly, she found herself longing to be with Dean. Although he was a pervert and annoyed the hell out of her most of the time, she felt safe with him. When he was looking into her eyes, she knew there was no way she would ever do anything to hurt him.

"You should go back inside. Dean probably misses you." Flare winked.

Abbey rolled her eyes. "Pfft...no he's not." She looked at her sister. "He's sleeping. And what was that wink about? I can't stand the man. Every time I'm around him I get a beautiful image of myself naked. And he doesn't even have that good of an imagination. He's not very accurate." She looked away, hoping her sister would buy the lie and drop the subject.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I see the way you look at him."

"Yes, with loathing and disgust. And why are you on my case? What's up with you and Sam?"

"He kissed me."

"Aw, that's so cute."

"I remembered that he went to school with us. He's the one who stopped that kid from calling me names."

"Oh, that Jay kid. Stupid ass. I remember I kicked his sorry ass for trying to kiss me." She shuddered against the memory. "Ew. He was eight different kinds of ugly." Suddenly, something clicked in Abbey's brain "Oh! Sammy from New York! My God you didn't stop talking about him until we graduated." She chuckled. "Huh, kind of ironic that you two would meet up again like, ten years later, huh?"

"Yeah. Maybe that's why we're drawn to each other."

Abbey yawned. "Yeah, maybe." She was so tired, but she was afraid that if she went to sleep, she would have the nightmares about the demon again, and she didn't want that to happen, so she fought the burning need to close her eyes and succumb to the sleepiness.

"Get some rest. If you have a bad dream, I'll be here."

Shaking her head, Abbey yawned once again. "No, I can't." She looked at her sister, tears in her eyes. "I can't sleep. I don't want to have to look at it. I'm just...I'm so scared, Flare." She wanted to tell her sister everything. Explain all of the emotions she was feeling, but she just couldn't. She couldn't tell anyone. No one understood how powerful she was. And she knew why she was powerful. Azazel's blood pumped through her veins, which could cause her to turn dark side at any moment. And no matter how hard she fought, each time the demon visited her in her dreams, offering her the knife so she could Dean, she came a little closer to cracking. A little closer to giving in, taking the knife and cutting clear through Dean's neck, snapping flesh, muscle, cartilage and bone, severing his head from his very muscular, attractive body.

Flare hugged her sister, shushing her. "I'm here."

Abbey wrapped her arms around Flare, welcoming the comfort it was bringing. She was so confused about everything right now; Why was she chosen to have demon blood in her? What was a seal? Now that she knew she was a seal, what did this mean for her? And the question that bothered her the most; Why did the demon want her to kill Dean?

"I'll keep you safe, Abbey, I promise," Flare whispered. "I'll protect you. Make sure no one hurts you."

Abbey pulled away, looking into her sister's eyes. As hazel clashed with gold, she felt safe. Finally, she pulled herself to her feet, unable to stay awake. "I can't do it. I have to sleep." She padded into the motel, slowly crawling into the bed with Dean. Careful not to wake him, she held his hand, pulling his massive arm over her body. She cuddled next to him as he slept, feeling as safe as she could possibly feel in the arms of her hunter.

Flare smiled before walking back into the motel room. Quietly, she sat on the couch, watching Abbey as she slept, making sure she would be there if Abbey needed her through the night. She was determined to keep her sister safe at all costs.