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CHAPTER TEN: RESURRECTION

Abbey pushed Dean away. "Let me go, Winchester." Slowly, she stood, looking around the room. When her back was turned to Dean, her eyes flashed black; however, they quickly returned to the brilliant hazel they had been. Again, she looked at Dean. "Take me home."

Sam didn't know what to say, so he just held her, rocking her gently. He didn't want to believe Abbey was dead, but he had seen her ghost. Or at least he thought it was her ghost. He picked Flare up and carried her out to the bed. There, he lay her down and sat next to her, taking his cell in his hand and calling Dean. "Dean, Abbey's...missing." He didn't want to say dead because it would upset Flare. However, he made sure he said the word missing so Dean would get the hint.

"No, she's here with me," Dean answered. "She's fine."

Abbey watched Dean as he spoke on the phone. She knew it was Sam. Slowly, she turned around and began to walk out of the warehouse, not caring if Dean was following her. There was only one thing on her mind right now. One thing that kept repeating over and over. Kill Sam Winchester and be free. Kill Sam Winchester and be free. Kill Sam Winchester and be free.

"She's with you?" Sam asked, relieved. "Flare, it's okay, Dean has Abbey and she's fine."

Flare looked up at Sam. "R-Really?"

"We are on our way back. See you soon," Dean said before hanging up the phone.

"Really," Sam smiled. "Dean said they're on their way back, so they should be here soon."

Abbey didn't wait for Dean to catch up. She needed to get to the motel and kill Sam. She needed to be free. Finally, he did catch up, though. "Hey, I'm sorry about what I said earlier," he apologized.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Abbey told Dean.

Dean frowned. "When I told you that I loved you."

"You are?"

"I'm sorry if it bothered you. Not sorry I said it."

"You didn't bother me."

Flare was breathing normally now. She looked down at her hand, remembering that it was cut open. For the first time, Sam noticed Flare;s hand. "Here, let's get that cleaned up."

Flare nodded. "Sorry about the mirror."

Sam chuckled. "Don't worry about it." Flare held out her injured hand, allowing Sam to bandage it up.

Finally, Abbey and Dean were at the motel. Abbey turned the knob and opened the door. "Flare? Sam? Are you home?"

"Thanks," Flare said before walking out of the bathroom. "Abbey!" she yelled running over to her and hugging her.

Abbey didn't return the hug. Instead, she had her gaze locked on Sam. Kill Sam Winchester and be free. All she had to do was make one swift move and she could take him out. Why they wanted Sam dead was way beyond her, but she didn't care that much at this point. All she knew was that she had to kill him. But in doing so, would she lose Flare and Dean forever?

Flare pulled away, looking at her sister. "Are you okay?"

Abbey blinked a few times. "I'm fine." Then, she looked at Sam. She knew she would have to wait for her chance to get to him, but she could do it. Her body aches right now, and she just wanted to lie down. She moved past Flare and sat on the bed. For a moment, her eyes flashed black, but she quickly turned them back.

Flare sat next to her. "You should get some sleep. If you want, I could sing that lullaby mom used to sing to us."

"No," Abbey said. ""You don't have to sing. I'm fine. And I don't want to sleep."

Flare frowned. "Sorry."

Sam shifted, grabbing Dean's arm. "Dean, can we talk? Alone?"

"Yeah, sure, Sammy," Dean answered.

Sam walked Dean outside. "Look, man, I think there's something wrong with Abbey. She seems different."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Like, maybe she's gone dark side."

Dean frowned. "Are you sure? I mean, it's hard to tell with that girl."

"I'm pretty sure," Sam answered. "Dean, I'm sorry, but...we have to take care of her."

"No!" Dean yelled. "You touch her and it will be the last thing you do!" he warned before he walked back into the room, Flare looked at him before going outside with Sam.

"What's going on, Sammy?" Flare asked gently.

Sam sighed and ran his hand through his long, dark locks. "I think there's something wrong with Abbey." Sam looked at her with sad eyes. "Like, maybe she's possessed or something. And I told Dean we need to stop her and he doesn't want to hear it. And i know you probably don't either, but I have this feeling."

Flare looked at the ground. "Sam, I trust you. I trust you with my life." She looked back up at him. "So, I have to tell you, I believe you about this. She's acting...strange."

Sam looked at her, smiling, thankful that she was backing him up. Deep in his mind, he frowned, feeling like he was losing his brother. If Flare would believe him, why couldn't his own brother. He and Dean had been through so many things; Wendigos, shape-shifters, ghost cars that come back for revenge; and all those times, his brother had been there to back him up and keep him safe. But now, when Sam needed Dean the most, he was pushing him away.

Flare closed her eyes as the night breeze played with her hair. "Sam?" she said as she opened her eyes. "Do you ever feel that your parents are looking down on you and Dean?" she asked. "Sometimes, when I'm alone, I feel my parents with me."

"Sometimes,' Sam answered, tears forming behind his eyes at the thought of his parents.

Kill Sam Winchester and be free. Kill Sam Winchester and be free. Kill Sam Winchester and be free. Abbey was staring blankly out the window. There were no stars in the sky tonight, making the whole town pitch black. Maybe that was a sign. Her heart felt black. No matter how hard she tried to turn off the voice inside her head, she couldn't. When she had agreed to join the demon, she had only done it to save Dean's life. The thing was killing him, after all. But then, before she knew what was happening, Sam had pressed her lips to his and snaked his tongue inside her mouth, poisoning her; infecting her with his demonic essence. And now, she couldn't escape.

She rested her head in her hands, each palm resting on either side of her forehead. "Shut up," she whispered to the voice in her head. But it didn't stop. "Shut up," she ordered, more loudly. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she screamed, standing and kicking the bed so that the mattress flew into the wall and busted through the plaster.

Dean stared at Abbey, his jaw agape. "What the hell?"

Flare looked at the mattress that was across the parking lot.

"What the hell?"Sam asked, walking to the hole that was in the motel wall.

"I just want it to stop!" Abbey screamed. "Please, make it stop!" She fell to her knees then, holding her ears as though the voice was outside her head.

Dean knelt down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Shhhhh, Abbey, I'm here," he whispered.

Abbey pushed Dean back, so hard that he flew through the thin walls and into the neighboring room. "Stay away from me!" She closed her eyes, breathing heavily. "I'm bad. I'm bad. I'm bad." She held her hands on her temples now and she was rocking back and forth like a mad woman.

"Dean," Castiel commanded. "She has gone over to the dark side. You know what you must do."

Dean looked over at Flare who was kneeling down next to her. "Abbey, calm down, please?" she whispered gently before she brushed some hair away from Abbey's forehead. "Your sister is here."

"I-I can't, Cas," Dean apologized.

"Get the hell away from me," Abbey spat. "You're not my sister. I don't have a sister. I have a brother, but he's dead now." Abbey stood up, pushing past Flare and advancing on Sam.

"If you care at all about what happens to Sam," Castiel spoke softly, sadly, "then you must kill Abigail. And break the seal."

"Abigail," Flare spat, standing up. "Go anywhere near him and I will end you!" she warned in a low growl.

"Cas, please?" Dean begged. "Isn't there another way?"

Castiel looked at Dean, the sorrow and pain he felt for Dean clear on his features. "I'm sorry, Dean. No. God has commanded that it be your decision. You may end Abigail, or let her end Sam." With that, Castiel was gone.

Abbey threw her hand back, allowing all of the power the demon gave her to course through her body, pinning Flare to a wall as she gripped Sam's throat, ready for the kill. Sam gasped and gagged as she lifted him from the ground. "D-Dean..." Sam grabbed Abbey's wrist and tried to pry her hand away, but it was no use. He was seeing stars, and little black spots. He knew he was going to slip into unconsciousness any second now. Why isn't Dean helping me? he thought to himself, fearing that his brother had turned on him as well.

"Sam!" Dean yelled before slamming into Abbey, pinning her to the wall, making her let Sam go.

Flare's right hand lit up with flames. "Dean, duck!" she yelled. Dean did as he was told just as Flare closed her eyes and let the ball of flame free from her hand, aiming it towards Abbey.

Quickly, Abbey picked Dean up from his ducking position and used him as a shield. She looked down at him and laughed as he rolled on the ground putting the fire out. Next, she threw her hand back out, slamming the door to the motel room, locking Flare inside. Now, there was just her and Sam. Well, her, Sam and a broken Dean. But in her mind, he didn't count. Sam threw his hand up towards Abbey. When his powers didn't work, he fell back to something he knew so well. The Rite of Exorcism ritual. Quickly, he pulled out a bottle of holy water and threw it at Abbey, the water spilling all over her body.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica, Ergo draco maledicte et sectio Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos," he recited.

Abbey screamed as black smoke flew out of her mouth, sent back to Hell where it belonged. Suddenly, she ran off, disappearing into the night once more.

Flare lay on the ground, weakened by the use of her power. Dean, a little out of breath, stood once he had put the fire out. Abbey's words rang through Flare's head, making her want to cry.

Sam walked over to Dean, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Are you okay, Dean?" Sam asked, worried about his brother's injuries. Abbey backed away, her gaze locked on Sam as he spoke to Dean.

"I'm fine," Dean rasped. "Go check on Flare."

Flare curled into a ball, wanting to cry, but she had run dry of tears so she just stared at the hand the fire came out of. It had third degree burns on it. She had never put so much energy into one attack.

Reluctantly, Sam walked back into the motel room, looking at Flare. He knelt down beside. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

She looked up at him. "F-Fine," she whispered.

Sam walked back out to Dean. "Dean, you need to wash up. I have to see how bad those burns are. Go. Get in the shower."

"I said I'm fine, Sammy," Dean argued.

"No, Dean, you're not." Sam sighed, not wanting to fight his brother on the matter but knowing Dean would make him. He gripped Dean's arm, tight. "Dean, go get a shower, or i swear to God I will strip you down and throw you in there myself." His eyes were dead locked on Dean's now, daring him to challenge him.

Dean held his hands up as if in peace. "Fine."

Flare hurt all over. She just wanted it to stop. All of it. Just wanted to be in Sam's arms where she felt safe and warm. Finally, Sam walked over to Flare. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, concerned by how quiet she was being.

"I-I'm just scared...and confused. When it came down to it, I-I chose you over Abbey." She sat up. "I could have killed her! The only person left in my family and I could have killed her!"Tears started to form in her eyes. "If you would have never found me in those woods..." she trailed off.

Sam hung his head, not wanting to ask the question on his lips, but knowing he should. Knowing he had to know the answer. "Do you wish I wouldn't have?" He looked into her golden eyes. "Do you wish it would have been someone else?"

Flare looked back into his dark brown eyes. "I wish I wasn't found at all. Abbey and I have only brought you more pain than you already had."

Sam held Flare in his arms. "No, Flare. The only thing you've brought me was love." He held her at arms length, now looking into her eyes once more. "Flare, I love you. And the only thing I regret is that I had to leave you back in school. But now, I found you again...and I'm never letting you go."

"I've hurt you."

Sam shook his head. "No, you haven't. Abbey did. You never showed me anything but love." Sam couldn't take it any longer; he needed to kiss her. He closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers harder than he had intended. He hoped he didn't hurt her, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted this so bad. He placed his hands on the side of her head, running his fingers through her long, crimson red hair, his tongue tracing the outline of her full lips. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around Sam's neck. Sam moved his hands to wrap around Flare's waist, pulling her small frame onto his lap.

Flare opened her mouth a little, and Sam took it as an invitation, slowly pushed his tongue inside, not wanting to take more than he was offered and scare her off. She moaned in pleasure, Sam mimicking her sounds, closing his eyes against the newly formed ache between his legs.

Flare suddenly pulled away, looking into Sam's warm hazel eyes. "The only time I feel safe is when I'm in your arms," she whispered, her face a half an inch away from his ear.

Sam smiled. "Glad I could help."

Flare looked into his eyes again. "Don't ever leave me again, okay?"

Sam nodded. "Okay." Flare lay her head on Sam's chest. He lay his head on the top of Flare's as she rested against his chest. This was his comfort zone; his spot. This was where he wanted to be all day every day. With Flare.

Flare smiled. "I love you, Sammy."

Sam smiled, broad, showing off his adorable dimples. "I love you, too, Flare." Flare wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep; Sam did the same.

The girl woke, her head pounding. She tried to figure out where she was, but she couldn't see. Everything was dark, and she was suddenly beginning to feel claustrophobic. She reached her arms out to her sides, only to have her hands connect with wooden walls. Her breathing suddenly became labored, and she threw her hands up above her, connecting with the same wooden walls. She was in a pine box; a coffin. She closed her eyes, trying to yell for help, but her voice wouldn't work. Tears fell from her eyes as the fear began to overpower her.

She began to beat on the sides of the coffin, her air supply becoming severely low. She needed to get out of this prison, and she needed to get out fast. Forcefully, she hit the top of the coffin as hard as she could, breaking it open and almost crying out in pain as the skin on her knuckles broke. Dirt fell onto her face and her chest as she dug her way out of her own grave. She clawed for the surface where she could breathe again, gasping as her head penetrated the surface and air came rushing into her all-too-willing lungs.

Castiel showed up in the bathroom just as Dean was getting out of the shower. "Dean," Castiel began standing right in front of him, "she's not Abbey." He didn't even mind that Dean was only wearing a towel when he touched his forehead, transporting him to a cemetery. Castiel, on the other hand, had to return to his post.

Dean, confused and chilly, turned around. When he did, his breath caught in his throat. "Abbey?"

She was breathing heavily, and when she saw Dean, she was scared, She fell backwards as she tried to run, her legs not wanting to cooperate. She was in Hell. She had to be.

"Whoa, Abbey, you're okay. It's okay. You're safe."

"Please..." Abbey cried, huddling against her headstone, "...don't hurt me." She had been in a beautiful place where everything was perfect a minute ago; but then she woke up in a box, gasping for air. Paradise; that's where she had been. Where she desperately wanted to return. Here, everything was dark, and scary. She had no idea who the man before her was, but he somehow knew her? He had to be a demon; and this had to be Hell.

Dean looked at her, confused. "Abbey, it's me. Dean. Cas brought me here to help you." He looked down at her disheveled appearance. "God, what happened to you?"

Abbey curled into a ball. "Please..." she shook her head as the tears came rushing down. "I don't know anyone named Dean. Please...just stay away.." She put her head on her knees, sobbing. "I want my sister. I want my sister. Flare..."

The sound of wings signaled Castiel's arrival. "She does not know you, Dean. This is not the same girl you have been hanging around. This is the real Abigail."

Dean looked down at Abbey. "Abbey, I know your sister. She has crimson red hair and golden eyes. I can take you to her. Please, trust me," he said gently, holding out his hand.

Abbey laughed. "Trust you? I know what you are. I'm in Hell, aren't I?" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "God, I thought I was a good person. I don't deserve this." She rested her head on her knees again. "God, it's because I have Azazel's blood pumping through my veins, isn't it? But I'm not evil. I've only used the power once..to bring Flare back. When we were little." She looked at Dean again. "But once was enough, huh? Now, I have attractive demons in Hell who want to take me to my sister. Yeah, right."

Castiel looked at Dean when Abbey had called him attractive, waiting for some kind of response from him. He was curious as to how he was going to react to this new Abbey. Especially after he had lain with her evil twin sister.

"Flare is your little sister. Her family took you in when she was only a few months old. You two played princesses together," Dean attempted, holding it together very well.

"Shut up!" Abbey yelled. "Demons lie. They-they pick through your brain and can dig any memory. Doesn't mean they know what they're talking about."

Castiel put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "We need to talk." He led him over to the gate. "She was in Heaven, Dean. Now, she believes she is in Hell. Not on Earth. You must prove to her that you are not a demon." Castiel looked out into the open road. "Then, we must find what black magics brought her back from the dead."

"Can I get some clothes first?"

Castiel looked at Dean as though he had asked him a puzzling question. "I did not teleport your clothes here, Dean. I have no way of giving you what you desire. Now, go. There is work to be done." The sound of wings flapping indicated Castiel was gone, almost blowing Dean's towel off as he left.

Dean sighed, walking back over to Abbey. ""I know what Hell is like Abbey. I was there. And this isn't it."

Abbey looked at Dean. She had a slight memory of someone that looked like him, only about ten years younger, She wondered if her memory and the man before her were the same people. "Winchester," she whispered, remembering the last name of her fantasy boyfriend in high school. She had never worked up the courage to ask him out, but she had wanted to. Finally, once Flare had talked her into it, he was gone.

"Yes, we went to the same school."

"New York?" she asked, feeling like she could trust him a little more. He hadn't changed much, still as hot as ever. He did fill out a bit though, she noticed as her eyes raked over his bare chest.

"Yeah," he smirked, holding out his hand once again. Reluctantly, Abbey took Dean's hand. She was still unsure of what he was, but she was in no condition to start a fight. Her legs ached, and he hands were bleeding from the broken skin on her knuckles. She winced As Dean held her hand, causing her new wounds to scream at her.

As they walked, Dean looked over at her. "I know this might be an odd question to ask, but how did you die?"

"I was in this place; and there were other people. And this one girl....Ava Wilson, I think. She set a demon on me, and I didn't have a weapon...no way to protect myself. The thing killed me." The words felt strange to her as she said them. Talking about her own death was confusing.

"Ava. Who buried you? I mean, it wasn't Flare. She thinks you're still alive.

"I-I don't know. I was kinda dead for that part, Dean." Abbey rolled her eyes at his stupidity.

Dean mentally smacked himself. "Right." He rubbed his hands together. "Can't wait to get back to the motel and get some clothes."

Abbey had forgot Dean was naked until he brought it to her attention. Soon, she was shifting uncomfortably next to him, her mind always straying back to the fact that he was right next to her in only a towel. And God was he hot. Dean chuckled, noticing that Abbey was checking him out.

"Are you laughing at me?"Abbey asked, feeling a little embarrassed that she couldn't even stand near a hot naked man without blushing.

Dean shook his head. "No, I'm just glad you're okay."

Abbey looked at him, confused. "Why? You don't even know me."

Dean didn't answer her question as they neared the motel room.