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CHAPTER TWELVE: ADDICTION

"Hey Sammy," Dean said, grabbing clean clothes and walking into the bathroom to get dressed.

Abbey waited outside the motel room, not wanting to go in quite yet, bracing herself for the hard truth that this was all just a lie; a plan for Hell to swoop in and attack her while she was vulnerable.

Once Dean was dressed, he walked over to Abbey. "It's okay, Abbey, you can come in," he whispered, holding out his hand to her once more

She looked at Dean's hand before looking back into his eyes. Why did the demon have to choose Dean's form? Couldn't it have been some ugly fat balding man with bad acne? No, instead it was chiseled, handsome, full head of hair and perfect white teeth Dean Winchester. Sighing, she took Dean's hand and walked into the motel.

Sam's eyes widened and he instinctively pulled back, causing a still sleeping Flare to fall from his grasp. "D-Dean, what the hell is she doing here?" he asked, terrified, pressing his body into the wall to put as much distance as possible.

Flare quickly woke up. "Owww," she mumbled before looking over at Abbey and Dean. She stood "A-Abbey?"

Abbey's eyes widened. "Flare?" she croaked. "Is that really you?"

"Sam can I talk to you really quick?" Dean asked, walking back into the bathroom.

Sam followed Dean into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "What the hell were you thinking bringing her back here, Dean? She's dangerous. She tried to kill me!"

"The Abbey that has been hanging around wasn't the real Abbey. The real Abbey was killed in that town by Ava."

Sam looked at Dean, shocked. "Then, who was the other Abbey? A...a doppelganger?"

Dean shrugged. "I think so. Yeah."

Flare looked into Abbey's eyes. "You're back to your normal self again," she said hugging her.

Abbey hugged Flare back. "Oh, God, Flare! I've missed you so much! I don't care if this isn't real, and if this is Hell, just, let me have little bit of time with my sister before you go all evil and start the torture." She held Flare tighter, sobbing. "Please?"

"What do you mean?"

Finally, Abbey pulled away. "I know this isn't real. I was in Heaven, and for some reason, I'm in Hell, now. But it was worth it to just see you one more time." She closed her eyes and nodded. "Okay, you can start the torture now. I'm ready." She braced herself for the pain.

"Wait, Dean, you said she was killed by Ava? Well, then how is she here? Now? Shouldn't she be in the ground?"

"She was. But...she dug herself out."

"Dug herself out?" Sam asked, aghast. "And you don't think it's a little weird that she just came back from the dead, Dean?"

"Cas took me to her. Said I needed to protect her. That she was the real seal."

Sam shifted, his face holding a grimace. "I don't understand, Dean. What's going on? People don't just resurrect themselves. We need to figure out why she's back."

"Yeah," Dean mumbled.

Flare snapped her fingers in Abbeys face. "Abbey, this is real. And what do you mean by you were in Heaven? I saw you only a few hours ago."

"No you didn't," Abbey explained. "I just dug myself out of the ground a few hours ago. You couldn't have seen me."

"Then who was the other Abbey?"

"I don't know. Is there another Abbey? I thought I was the only one."

"Yeah, there was. And...she told me she didn't have a sister. I knew it couldn't be you!" she said. hugging Abbey tightly once more.

Abbey couldn't form words. Everything was happening too fast. There was too much information for her brain to process all at once. She needed to get away. She needed space; time to think about everything that was going on right now. Shaking her head slowly, she backed away, keeping her eyes locked on Flare. "What happened while I was gone?"

Flare took a deep breath and began to explain the events of the last two years. Every last detail.

Sam couldn't look at Dean. He knew if he did, Dean would ask him questions. Questions Sam didn't have the answers to. In Dean's mind, Sam was a perfect student who knew all the right answers to everything without ever having to look anything up, and Sam knew that. But in reality, Sam was just Sam and without hard facts and research, her had nothing. "Where's Castiel when you need him?" Sam asked Dean playfully, knowing he was stealing Dean's line.

"Hey," Dean said, lightly punching him playfully in the arm. "That's my line."

Sam smiled briefly, but then let it fade. "I'm serious, though, Dean. We have to find Castiel and get some answers. I wish we knew how to summon him."

"Yeah," Dean sighed, "but he only comes when he wants to."

"I know. And that's not very convenient for us." Sam nibbled on his bottom lip, thinking of a way he could possibly Castiel down here fast. Suddenly, it hit him, and he looked up at his brother again. "Dean, I have an idea. But you're not going to like it."

"Oh this is going to be good," Dean said, crossing his arms.

Sam shrugged off Dean's snide comment. "Okay, well, Castiel always comes to you when a seal is in danger, right? So, I say, let's put a seal in danger." He pulled his pistol out of his waistband, removing the clip to see if it was loaded. Once he saw it was, he replaced the clip and looked up at Dean.

Abbey listened to everything Flare had to tell her. Right down to the part where her doppelganger had tried to kill Sam. No wonder he was so tense around her. She would be too if she had be strangled by a look alike. Flare looked into her sister's eyes, smiling. Abbey did the same. "So, I'm not in Hell?" she asked, needing to make sure this was real.

Flare shook her head. "No, you're home. Safe. With me."

For the first time since she had been brought back, Abbey allowed herself to relax fully. She was safe. She was with Flare. And there was nothing bad that was going to happen to her any time soon.

Flare looked at Abbey's hands. "Here, let me fix those." She grabbed bandages, holy water and alcohol, moving closer to her sister.

"O-Okay," Abbey stuttered, knowing that this was going to hurt. She never liked letting Flare see that she was vulnerable, so she had tried to hide her knuckles, but there had been too much blood, she figured. Flare was quick an as painless as possible as she dressed Abbey's wounds. Abbey chuckled when she saw the holy water. She wasn't a demon; but that was Flare. Always so cautious.

"There you go."

"Thank you."

"You should get some rest."

Abbey looked at the bed. "Where? There are only two beds and there are four of us."

"No," Dean said. "No, no, no, no, no."

"Dean, I'm no actually going to hurt her. I just want Castiel to think I'm going to hurt her. Then we can get some answers." Sam begged Dean with his eyes to let him do this.

"Flare is going to kill you," Dean said. "For real."

Sam shook his head. "No, once I explain everything she'll understand." At least he hoped she would. "Dean, go out there and tell her the plan, but make sure Abbey doesn't hear you."

Dean shook his head. "No, Sam, do you know what Abbey is going through? She is already scared out of her mind!"

"Dean, please. We don't know what she is. And I need to know that I'm safe from being killed." Sam hung his head. "My brother would do this for me."

Dean sighed. "Fine," he grumbled. "But I'm not keeping this from Abbey." He walked out of the bathroom and over to Flare and Abbey. "Sam has a plan to get Cas here," he explained. He looked at Flare. "He is going to put a seal in danger." He looked back over at Abbey. "That's where you come in, Abbey. He won't hurt you. I'll kill him myself if he does"

Flare looked at Abbey "Sam is a good guy. And so is Dean. Just trust them, okay?"

Abbey looked at Flare. This is where the torture came, she figured. Mentally, she cursed herself for ever believing this was the truth.

Sam came out of the bathroom and grabbed Abbey from behind, pressing the gun into her temple. He whispered in her ear, "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need Castiel here."

She tried to remain calm, but she knew the pain was coming. She began to struggle unconsciously, not able to stop herself.

The sound of wings flapping sounded throughout the room. "Sam, let her go!" Castiel commanded.

Flare ran over to Abbey once Sam let her go. "Shhhh, your safe."

"Calm down Cas, we just needed to talk to you," Dean ordered.

Abbey flinched away from her sister, still expecting the pain to come. Hell wasn't as bad as she thought. Or maybe Hell just liked to play with it's food.

"There are better ways to get my attention, Dean," Castiel informed. "Why do you need to speak with me?" He kept his eyes on Abbey, knowing that if he took his eyes off of her, he would miss something. She wasn't right. His father had told him she would accept the fact that she was back, and she would be grateful.

"We need to know how she came back." Dean explained. "And what the other Abbey was."

"Abbey, you're safe, shhhhh," Flare said, hugging her sister. She quietly began to hum the song that thir mother sang to them when they were scared.

Castiel tore his gaze away from Abbey, looking at Dean. "I brought her back, Dean. Just like I did you." Castiel turned to look back at Abbey again. "As for the other, her name is Caroline. She is Abigail's twin sister, driven to the dark side by the schizophrenic visions she is haunted with."

"An evil twin?" Dean asked in disbelief. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"I do not...kid," Castiel answered, trying to use some of Dean's own language. He looked at Dean again as he heard the next words fall from his lips. "Because God commanded it," he answered, knowing it was the same reply he had given Dean when he first appeared to him.

Abbey knew the song well, closing her eyes against the memory of their mother. For some strange reason, she began to feel safe. Safe in Hell.

Dean looked at his brother then back at Abbey. He felt sorry for her "Wait, does that mean the seal had been broken for two years?"

Castiel shook his head. "She has only recently become a seal."

"Right," Dean breathed.

"I cannot stay here, Dean," Castiel warned. "If you are done playing your games, I must go."

Dean nodded, letting Castiel know he had no more questions. Sam rolled his eyes. He hated how Dean had become Castiel's bitch. Castiel gave orders and Dean would just follow. Just like that. What kind of a man did that make Dean, now?

"D-Did you see Mom and Dad?" Flare asked, curious.

Abbey nodded. "And my family, too." She wished she could go back there, but she knew now there was no way. She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling tired. Abbey was asleep in no time, dreaming about what it was like in Heaven. She wanted to go back there. Now, more than anything. Why had she been brought back, anyway. It wasn't fair.

"Dean, put Abbey on the bed," Flare ordered, standing and walking over to Sam. "I need to talk to Sam."

Dean nodded and gently took Abbey from Flare, laying her on the bed. Abbey moaned at the slight touch of Dean as he lay her on the bed. She could feel that she was being shifted, and she didn't like it. However, when she felt the bed under her body, she was grateful, snuggling up to one of the pillows and hugging it tightly as she curled herself into a ball.

"Sam, outside, now," Flare ordered, walking out the door.

"Your going to get an earful, man," Dean mumbled, chuckling a bit.

Sam rolled his eyes, following Flare out the door. "What?" he asked, a little hostile. What was happening to him?

"Whoa, calm down Sammy," Flare started. "All I want to know is, what were you thinking? That was not a good plan!"

"What are you talking about?" Sam huffed. "That was a great plan. It worked, didn't it? And I didn't hurt her. We got exactly what we wanted." Sam began to feel dizzy, so he braced himself against the wall. "So, Flare, tell me how that was not a good plan?"

Flare looked at him. "Sammy, are you okay?" she asked, sensing something was wrong. "You don't look so good."

Sam tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a snort. "Am I okay?" He rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, Flare. Stick to the topic at hand. What are you really pissed about? Huh? You're sister's fine, and we got all of the information that we needed from Castiel. All is right in the world, now, and you think it was a bad plan?"

Flare looked at the ground. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just mad at myself...for not knowing that the Abby that's been hanging around with us wasn't Abbey at all."

Again, the feeling of dizziness began to overpower Sam. He closed his eyes and groaned in pain as his head began to swim. With another groan, he fell to his knees, squeezing his eyes shut. "Flare, I-I have to go." Sam jumped up, ignoring the pain he felt and ran off down the alley, whipping his cell phone out of his pocket. Slowly, he dialed a familiar number. It went to voicemail. "I need it," he demanded. "I'm going to the place, you know where. Meet me."

"Sam!" Flare called, running after him, worried. "Sammy?! Wait!"

Sam knew Flare was following him, but he didn't care. He made a few quick zig-zaggy turns and lost her. However, before he walked inside the building, he hid behind a neighboring building, just to make sure Flare wasn't a good tracker and could have followed.

Flare looked at the darkened ally. She had to find Sam. The way he looked before he left scared her. "Sammy, please, your scaring me."

Sam heard Flare yelling, and he knew she had found him. He looked around the alley, trying to find anything he could use to distract her. Finally, he found a large rock and he picked it up, throwing it against the wall of the alley on the other side of the road. Hopefully, she would follow the sound and give him a clear path to the house.

Flare looked in the direction of the sound. "Sammy?" she asked, following the noise.

When Sam saw her back was turned, he used his sneaky hunter skills to slip past her and into the house. There, he sat on the bed, his knees pulled into his chest, rocking back and forth like a scared child. He was still dizzy and he wanted to make it stop. He needed to make it stop.

Flare heard a door slam shut, turning to walk in that direction, now. She was desperate to find Sam.

Castiel showed up in the motel room, sitting on a chair beside Dean, worry etched into his face.

"Hey, Cas," Dean said lazily. "Wait? Cas? What are you doing here?"

"Dean..." Castiel said, sadness in his voice, "...it's Sam."

Dean jumped up from the chair he had been relaxing on. "What?!"

"His downward spiraling has become too much of a problem to let slide any longer." Castiel looked at Dean, the sadness in his voice showing clearly through his sky blue eyes. "We have orders...and you are not going to like them. But I'm sorry. An order is an order. I figured you should know before follow our orders."

"You touch Sam and so help me--"

"I warned you this would happen!" Castiel stated, turning on Dean, his sad eyes boring down into Dean's. "I told you to stop him or we will. You chose to ignore me." Castiel looked away. "Now, we must do what our father says." He looked at Dean once more, his eyes holding even more sadness. "I am sorry, Dean. I would give anything to not have to do this." He backed away, putting space between himself and Dean.

"No, Cas! No!" Dean said in a quiet yell. "You are not killing Sam!"

"I am sorry, Dean," Castiel repeated. "But I have to follow orders. And our orders are to take Sam out." He walked to the door. "For what it is worth, Uriel will make it quick."

Dean looked at the space Castiel had just been, then quickly grabbed his cell phone and called Sam.

"Dammit, Sam, pick up!" Dean mumbled.

Sam dialed the number again. "Please. I'm all out. It's been weeks. I need it." Sam rested his head on his knees. "I need you. Please, come meet me."

Flare opened the door, seeing Sam sitting on the bed. "Sammy?" she asked gently.

"Flare?" Sam asked, looking up at her. "You need to leave. You can't be here." He began to rock faster, harder, more violently as he continued to wait for what he needed.

Flare sat next to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Shhhhh," she whispered.

Sam flinched away from Flare, jumping from the bed and taking a seat in the corner of the room. Curling into a ball once more, he said, "Go. Please, just go. Leave me alone."

Tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Sammy, what's wrong with you? You're scaring me."

"I know," Sam answered quietly. "But I need to be alone right now. Please, Flare, go back to your sister." He was shaking now, and he desperately needed his fix. Sam looked at his cell phone as it began to vibrate in his hand, desperately praying it was the number he had been calling. It wasn't. He ignored the call, figuring whatever Dean wanted could wait. He just needed to get his head straight again.

Flare walked over to Sam, kissing him softly on the top of his head. "Call me if you need anything."

Sam watched as Flare left the room. He breathed a sigh of relief once she was gone. Then, he moved back to the bed, waiting.

Castiel watched as Uriel geared up to kill Dean's little brother. He felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. Doubt. Why would their father wish this on one of his creatures? He wouldn't. Would he? "Uriel, maybe we shouldn't do this."

Uriel glanced over at Castiel. "We are only following orders" he said. "Don't tell me you feel bad for that mud monkey."

"You really shouldn't call them that," Castiel stated. "And, no. I feel no pity for Sam Winchester." He looked away from Uriel, knowing that if he continued to stare into his eyes, he would see the pain they held for Dean.

"That's what they are," Uriel argued.

"They are our father's creations," Castiel corrected. "And our father would not want us to kill one of his creatures. Uriel, something is wrong with this order. We mustn't come through."

"Who are we to question orders?"

Castiel had no answer. "I just think this is a mistake." He turned on Uriel. "Think about it. What do you think Dean will do if we kill his brother? Do you think he will cooperate and help us stop Lucifer from rising?" Castiel let out a breath. "No, he wouldn't. Killing Samuel Winchester would be the biggest mistake we make in this fight." He didn't look away from Uriel this time, just stared into his dark eyes. He hoped the pain he felt for Dean was not showing through, but had a feeling it was.

"Fine," Uriel said flatly. ""We will give him one last chance."

"Thank you, Uriel," Castiel said. He then left to go tell Dean the news. He looked at Dean when he appeared before him, and he could tell he was upset. "Sam is safe," he informed, hoping Dean wasn't too mad at him.

Flare shivered at the growing cold around her. She had been so worried about Sam that she hadn't grabbed her jacket before running after him. Now, she was paying for it. She took a seat, hugging her knees to her chest. What is wrong with him? she silently asked herself.

Sam didn't know how long he had been waiting, but he knew it felt like a lifetime. Suddenly, someone put their hand on his cheek, moving it so that fingers were entangled in his shaggy brown hair. He looked up, smiling. "Finally, you're here. Where were you."

"I was out looking for Lilith, Sam," the woman explained, walking over to the couch and throwing her jacket over the arm. "Why? Are you that desperate?"

Sam looked down at the floor. "Ruby, I need it. Please?"

Ruby looked at Sam, her dark eyes studying him. "Okay, Sam. You can have it." She knelt down in front of him, cupping his chin in her hand. "You can have it," she repeated, smiling.

Sam looked into Ruby's black eyes, knowing he was going to get what he wanted. He knew the routine by now. He leaned down, capturing Ruby's mouth with his own, his tongue darting inside to taste her. Wrapping his muscular arms around her, he hoisted her up onto his lap, never breaking their kiss.

Ruby moaned into the kiss, allowing Sam to do whatever he wanted to her. After all, she was the one winning in this situation.

Sam rolled over, taking Ruby with him so that he was on top of her, his body blanketing hers. Slowly, he allowed his hand to trail down her thigh, pulling at the bottom of her pant leg to reveal the knife she had in the holster at her ankle. He pulled it out, slowly trailing up her leg again, her body shivering with pleasure as he did. Again, he looked into her eyes, panting as he broke their kiss.

"Go ahead, Sam," Ruby coaxed. "Take it. I allow you."

Sam ran the blade over Ruby's forearm, piercing the skin. He stared at the red liquid as it poured from the cut. Finally, he brought his head down, his mouth devouring the cut, tongue pressing against the wound to lap at the blood he craved.

Ruby put her free hand on the back of Sam's head, running her fingers through his hair. "That's it, Sam. Take what you need." A malicious smile played at the corners of Ruby's mouth as she allowed Sam to get his fix.

Finally, Sam pulled back, wiping the blood from his lips. His headaches were gone, now, and he wasn't shaking. He felt better once more. He looked down at Ruby, still straddling her hips.

Ruby looked up at Sam, knowing the addict had gotten his fix. She smiled sweetly at him. "Sam, do you feel better?"

Sam nodded slowly, his eyes trailing to her wound once again. "You should patch that up," he said coldly, stabbing the knife into the headboard before standing. "I have to get home. Dean called." With that, he walked out the door.

Flare looked up when she heard the door open, quickly standing. "Sammy?" she said quietly.

"Flare?" Sam asked. "What are you still doing here?"