III: Abigail
The boys have been gone all day so ah decide t' go t' The Fandango in town, where ah am now. It's as nice as it was the other night, with couples dancin'. Ah hope ah look nice, dressed in mah floral sundress. For some reason, ah hope that Dean thinks ah look nice too. Why do ah though? He's just some tough guy ah met once. The only man ah should ever care if he thinks ah look nice or not is Luke. And yet…
"You don't stop staring off into space, someone's gonna think you're a looney," a voice snaps me from mah thoughts. Ah look up t' see not only Dean but two other men accompanyin' him. The three are dressed alike in black muscle shirts and black jeans. That's where the similarities stop. T' Dean's left stands a tall, tan, tattooed man with hair that looks braided. He's the most intimidatin' of the three. T' Dean's right stands a smaller, thinner, man with two toned hair. He's the quicker lookin' of the three.
"Dean," ah blush, "ah didn't know yeh were bringin' friends."
Dean kisses the back of mah hand charmin'ly. "They just had to meet you. Abby, the man to my left is Roman Reigns and to my left is Seth Rollins. They've been my best friends since I became an officer."
"Enchante, Abby," Roman grins as he looks me over, "Dean told us you were pretty but not this pretty."
"Or that your voice was that sweet," Seth charms.
"He's been talkin' bout me? Why? Ah ain't nothin' special?" ah blush as ah look down. Ah have t' remind mahself that Dean is just a friend. Ah hope Dean has done the same.
"Your different and different is nice," Dean grins, "And don't worry, I told the boys just what you mean to me. You're a new friend." Though he speaks of friendship, ah see that smirk formin' across his lips. That smirk is both heartwarmin' an' a 'lil bit troublesome.
"Oh," ah nod an run a hand through mah hair.
"Abby, is everything alright? I can make the boys leave if you want," Dean rubs a thumb across mah knuckles. Ah didn't notice that he still held mah hand until now. Ah pull it away from him slightly. He nods in understandin' an' moves his hand.
"Oh no yer friends are alright. Ah just…ah'm shy," ah blush again, lookin' up slightly t' meet Roman an' Seth's gaze. Roman is watchin' me as if ah'm some sorta curiosity in a zoo while Seth has an appraisin' look. "Are yeh boys cops too?"
"Yes ma'am," Roman nods kindly.
"We've been police as long as Dean, he's our partner," Seth informs. "Hey, Dean, want me to go get drinks?"
"Sure," Dean grins, "beer for me, beer for Rome. What do you want to drink Abby?"
"Ah…ah don't drink…ah mean…ah ain't never…"
"Never? Not even once?" Roman asks wide eyed.
"You have to at least once," Seth confirms, "I'll let you have a sip of my beer. That sound fair?"
"Get her a drink for herself. You like tea Abby?" Dean questions me, smiling.
"Oh yes, ah drink tea at home," ah nod with a grin, "Tea is one 'a mah favorite things t' drink."
"Get her a Long Island, Seth," Dean orders his friend. Seth bustles off and Dean turns t' me, touchin' mah hair briefly. "You gotta die your hair to get it this red."
"Nope," ah beam as ah wrap a strand around mah finger, "Ah've always had hair this red. Mah brother says it's cuz ah got a fiery soul deep down."
"That's a nice sentiment about it," Roman nods, "Bet his hair is as red as yours."
"Nope, he's got black hair," ah answer.
Dean and Roman share a look t' one another before Dean asks, "Abby…what's your last name?"
A frown crosses mah lips as ah answer, mah voice barely audible, "Wyatt."
Seth has brought the drinks back t' the table an' damn near drops the tray he carried them on. "What did she just say?"
"Wyatt…she's a Wyatt…" Roman mutters, cuttin' a look t' Dean.
The name has seemin'ly struck all three men but Dean just grins his lopsided grin an' leans back as he takes a sip of beer. "So she is boys. We can't look at her as any different than a normal girl."
"N…normal? Ah am too normal!" ah tear up, getting' both insulted an' worried. Why in the sam hell would bein' a Wyatt make me different than any other girl?
"Oh…we aren't arguin' that," Dean comforts, pattin' mah shoulder. "We just…well…everyone knows who the Wyatt family is."
"They do?" ah ask, eyes wide, "How so?"
Dean shares yet another look with his friend before Seth speaks up, "They've never told you? Bray's a preacher of sorts. Preaches all the time about the fiery Sister Abigail who will bring the world to decay."
"Sister Abigail?" ah ask, confused, "Does he mean me?"
"We always assumed that he was just crazy," Roman snorts, "but then Dean met you."
Ah feel a little nervous an' a little confused. Preachers? Is that what Bray does all day? Are Luke an' Erick his acolytes? Why ain't ah been told that? An' why is Bray preachin' about me? "Boys, why don't you take a hike?" Dean grins as he looks at the two. The two turn t' leave as Dean looks t' me, "So tell me, Abigail, about this fiancé."
"Luke? Oh he's wonderful…" ah smile widely, "He's so sweet an' kind."
"Luke….he's one of Bray's boys…" Dean muses t' himself as he taps his fingers against the table before he grins at me, "You two had sex yet?"
"Dean!" ah gasp at his question. We have only known each other fer a 'lil while, he ain't got no right t' ask me that. "Ah hardly see how yeh have any business askin' that!"
"Aw Abby, I didn't mean anything by it," Dean comforts as ah sip mah drink. Ah can taste the tea but at the same time…there's somethin' else in there. Somethin' good. Ah sip more as Dean speaks, "I've had sex before, it's not a problem. I mean, there's no reason to be ashamed of it."
"Ah ain't ashamed! Ah..ah just ain't never done it before…" ah nay softly.
"So your future husband doesn't want to?"
"Dean this is…" ah stammer as ah sip mah drink. "It's a big question t' ask someone yeh don't know…"
"C'mon kid," Dean grins as he coercies me t' speak t' him. "I'm not going to judge you."
Nervously ah sip mah drink again, "Well, he wants t'. Ah just…ah…"
Dean chuckles and holds up a hand, "Hey, easy, I didn't mean to offend you kid. You're awful shy and sometimes-"
"Ah dunno if ah want t' or not," ah admit, "ah…ah love him…but…ah'm worried ah won't make him happy. Yeh know…havin' never…"
There is a moment between Dean an' ah where we stare int' each other's eyes before he takes mah hand. The soft, slow music in the background attempts t' set a mood between us but…but ah won't let it. God, what the hell is wrong with me?! Ah shouldn't be here, ah shouldn't be drinkin', an' ah shouldn't be enjoyin' havin' him around so much. But Dean puts mah mind at ease. "Wanna dance kid?"
"Ain't never danced before," ah smack mah lips as ah finish mah drink.
"I'll teach you," he grins as he leads me out t' the dance floor. Others around us seem so elegant, spinnin' an' circlin' the floor. Dean holds one of mah petite hands in one o' his muscular ones. Mah other arm is draped around his shoulder an' his other hand is on mah hip. He an' I twirl about the floor, not as elegantly as the motions others are doin' but ah don't care. Ah feel just as pretty as any one of them. Dean smiles down at me an' ah can't help but smile. "You're a natural kid."
"Ah got a good teacher," ah smile back as he spins me.
All ah can think about is how ah shouldn't do this. Ah shouldn't dance with a man ah barely know. He grins down at me an' before ah can stop him, Dean kisses me. God forbid ah…ah don't push him away. Not at first. Naw, ah am too shocked t' do that. So for a moment ah stand there, hands on his chest. He pulls away, frownin'. "Abby…I…"
"Ah can't…" ah tear up an' pull away. "Dean…ah'm engaged! T' Luke!"
"Abby your brother and the other two aren't who you think they are," Dean frowns, "They've hiding something from you: their true nature and thoughts on the world. You're too sweet and pure for the likes of them!"
"The likes of them!? The likes of them are family! Yeh know…ah heard mah brother an' the boys talkin' 'bout a group of boys that would hurt 'em and those they were close t'. That was yeh boys, right?"
Dean doesn't bother to lie, noddin'. "Yeah, it was probably me and the boys."
"Ah…ah have t' go…" ah sniffle, though somethin' makes me curious. What is the true nature of mah brother an' the boys? Ah need t' know the reason the two groups hate each other. Ah turn on mah heel and flee, rather quickly, takin' one look at Dean over mah shoulder. He ain't comin' after me. In fact, he looks rather upset.
Know how ah can tell?
Those pleasantly kissable lips are in frown formation.