December, 22th 2013

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Beta for this Chapter: Ashqtara

A/N: Hey there my loyal readers :)

I decided on a weekly update for this story. I know, I'm late here but I thought "hey, the weekend is a nice time to update, everybody has time to read and you have time to write so perfect!". So yeah. I wanted to do it yesterday but I have free now and lost track of time and it was three in the morning and I was tired so...have a nice long chapter on a Sunday!

I'll try regular Saturday updates from now on, okay? That way you always know when to look and when to maybe even write me a review? ;P Please? :D

And now

Now please enjoy :3

Chapter 7

When the lights go out and we open our eyes,
out there in the silence, I'll be gone

"The hell I'm waiting for backup!" Dean practically yelled into the phone. Bobby had called again, with a solution to the knight summon (only confirming the soul thing he had already put together himself) but also with the demand for Dean that he should wait until help arrived. He had called some hunters in the area to go and lend him a hand.

"Listen, kid. We're talking hell knight here. Azazel-level if not worse. You're not just gonna deal with that by yourself. I mean you obviously had the soul thing figured out, miraculously enough, but that won't defeat the devil if he's already out."

"Yeah, well. He's not out yet, right? So I just got his little demon minions to deal with. I can handle them and I'll have Sam for backup as soon as I get him out of there. And Abby. You haven't met her, she's got guts." so he didn't know that much about Abby yet but Bobby was getting on his nerves big time, so he just decided that Abby was tough. Which she probably was, considering what she had told them (no real details but she lived with Larry for quite some time now. What, 13 years or something? That was a long time to be in training) and what Sam had told him about working with her. Plus, she had pointed a gun to his head first time they met, reminding him of Jo somehow. Tough. Hunter's daughter. Still, he didn't want to wait any damn second.

"And how're you going to solve the whole soul problem? It's not like you have a clue what this solution is even about! Purification? A bit vague, don't you think? Or do you have something to tell me that I should know about? No? Then stop being so damn stubborn and wait for a second."

"Second? This could be hours. They could be dead by then. Or worse."

"Now listen to me-"

"No, Bobby, you listen. I'm going in there, period. Talk to you in a few."

"I swear, if you're hanging up, I'm kicking your damn-"

"Byeeee." and he flipped his phone shut with a huff. His hand stroked over his face and he noticed the lack of stubble there. Strange. He hadn't shaved since three days ago, back when he had prepared for being a Michael-condom. There should be a heavy stubble by now but there wasn't, it was as if he had shaved five minutes ago. Quietly frowning, he added it to the list of strange things happening to him for no apparent reason.

He wasn't dumb. Of course he knew something wasn't normal, something was wrong with him. Or too right, for that matter. But until now, no real harm was done by it, so why question it? Or rather, why let anybody else know? Whatever it was, he could handle it himself. No way he would tell Sam about it. Or Bobby. There was a chance he might mention it to Cas. Not because they were close or anything but because he had his suspicions and Cas may be able to…know something about it. But he shook his head. No, not possible. That was different, it had to be something else.

Dean licked his lips while he got the weapons from the trunk, loading his shotgun with rocksalt and putting an angel blade into his sleeve. Sam had the demon knife with him, so the blade was the next best thing to blow the light of those demon fuckers that kidnapped him. His phone had begun to ring again but he just glared at it and tossed it into the car, not bothering to spare it another thought. Bobby could wait. He was strangely positive that he would be fine. No, seriously. Normally, there was always this thrill, this fear that something could go wrong, that anything could have happened. But now…why the hell was he so calm? It was so uncharacteristic for him that it was almost spooky. Demons? No problem. Yeah, sure. Since when? Just a few weeks ago he'd been almost killed by a few of them, why would this be any different? Because he had the element of surprise? He chuckled. Yeah, sure. As if they weren't waiting for him when they took his brother from the house. He was walking right into a trap. So what was it?

But despite himself, he couldn't pinpoint it and finally gave up as soon as his shotgun was loaded. He shut the trunk with force and flinched a little when the noise was unusually loud. Okay, too much force, then.

"Sorry, Baby." he mumbled and faced the abandoned hut that was in the middle of the woods around the city. One of the main point of the surrounding summoning circle and conveniently away from people who would be able to hear any screams coming out of the wooden building. The hunter took a deep breath before stepping towards it, weapon in hand.

~.~.~.~

Abby asked herself how the hell she got into this mess. What had happened that she was suddenly tortured by demons about information she'd never even heard about? The demon above her, a guy with dark hair and black eyes –obviously- was rather talkative for a torturer though. He told her things that couldn't be true. Then again, he seemed convinced to make her do something, prepare her for something. The hell knight? She vaguely remembered her research with Sam and how they had talked about him needing a vessel and prepared offerings. But couldn't demons just TAKE their vessels? So what the hell was the big deal with the carving?

Again, there was the blade on her body. She didn't even know what the guy was saying by now, his voice a low hum in the background. But the blade was very much present, dulling her thoughts and making her cry out in pain even though she of course tried not to. She had heard Sam somewhere in the building and she had the desperate need to help him. No, not cry for his help, help him. She wasn't a pathetic bitch who'd wait for some lame ass knight to safe her. No, Abigail had struggled against her restraints and had called her captor many dirty names her father would have washed her mouth out for. But she didn't really care, considering what he was doing to her and that her father was…well, dead. Also, she had tried to challenge what Larry had told her to suppress, trainer her to suppress. But the demon had just laughed and said that the bindings on her were keeping her from using her secret. Now her lips pressed together more in rage than pain.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch. Whatever you want from me, I don't have it. Now shove it." the demon looked up, his knife still with the point in her stomach, obviously tracing a pattern only the little hell fucker understood. He opened his mouth to speak, his face full of glee, when suddenly someone behind him chuckled.

"I like your tone, Abby." oh dear god, was that Dean? Not that she had heard his voice that much in her life but when his face turned up a few seconds later, she could have outright cried. He was alright! That guy over there had said something about Dean being dead and Sam awaiting the same fate. She had complained in her mind, that these two didn't deserve that fate. However little she knew them, they just didn't.

The demon now spun around and growled, downright sounding like a damn dog. Dean just grinned and had his shotgun out so fast, Abby could barely see it. Probably the effect from that many wounds, so she didn't worry about it. The shot sounded and Dean knew that now he had to be fast, since that shot wasn't quiet at all and the whole cabin now knew he was there. So he shoved a silver glinting knife in the demon's gut, making him glow all red from the inside out, burning. Abby frowned. She had never seen a demon die before, if she was honest. Exorcised, yes, but killed? Nope. Not really something that was normal in a hunter's life. At least as far as she knew. The hunter performing the kill wasn't even flinching.

A second later, Dean was already moving on, since more demons were flooding the room now, having heard his gunshot. He fired some more rounds of rock salt, hitting a demon in the chest every time –impressive!- and holding them at bay until he could kill them in various creative ways. Since Abby was chained to the damn table, she couldn't do much anyway and closed her eyes, sighing. Finally. Her head was spinning from the blood loss and she hoped that none of the wounds on her belly were fatal. Then again, she hadn't looked down yet…

"God, that looks awful. Here." a voice beside her suddenly breathed and she looked up to find Dean there, leaning over her. Abby felt her shackles (which had strange binding symbols carved on them) being ripped off with ease –strange enough- and a jacket tightly wrapped around her lower body, seeing as her shirt was practically ripped to shreds.

"Can you stand?" he asked and Abby just nodded.

"I guess. Thanks." she said, hoping to sum up her gratitude for now, until they were out of here. Never count your chickens before they're hatched, right? Dumb saying. Anyway. Dean was gone as soon as she had closed her mouth, his lips tight and face lined with worry. Of course. Sam. Maybe she knew next to nothing about the Winchesters but one thing she knew for sure: They'd die for each other and not knowing if Sam was okay was probably devastating for Dean. With a cough, Abby slowly made her way off the table, inwardly cursing herself for her slowness but silently gleeful at the sight of all the dead demons scattered on the floor. Come to think of it…

What the hell? These were at least ten! How in hell did Dean-

"Sam? SAMMY!?" the yell interrupted her thoughts and she felt her heart clench in her chest. Dean sounded fucking horrified. Oh no…no no no no that was not happening.

As fast as she could, Abby made her way over to the door, then along the small hallway and into the next one, panting, her breaths heavy from the blood loss and severe pain throbbing at her stomach from the various cuts. She did some breathing exercises to calm her emotions like Larry had taught her. Always stay calm, keep it at bay, stay calm. You can't get exposed in front of these two, Abby. She told herself. They were good people, yeah. But she wasn't sure yet if she could trust him with that. Was never really sure to trust anybody on that topic.

When her head made its way through the door, she gasped. The floor was littered with red liquid all over. It was slowly getting dark, so the low light from the only window made the scene even more ominous. In the ray of sunlight there lay a body, her face frozen in utter shock and a blade through her chest. On the floor next to her, as if painted with charcoal, were wings imprinted, burned into the ground. Abby stared. She had never seen anything so beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Next to the body of that woman was Dean, his back to her and he was holding Sam in his arms, stroking over his damp hair that was caked with blood. Was this pool of blood his? He couldn't possibly be alive….oh god, no. Dean had to be devastated. Was Sam dead? Because he wasn't moving…

Trying to be as quiet as she could, Abby made her way around the two of them, sticking to the wall for support, continuing her calm breathing and trying to slow the racing thoughts in her head. When she finally got Sam in her line of view, she froze on the spot, her eyes wide.

Because Sam, despite the blood all over him, was completely unharmed.

~.~.~.~

Like shining oil, this night is
dripping down
Stars are slipping down, glistening
And I'm trying not to think what I'm
leaving now
No deceiving now, it's time you let
me know.
Let me know

When the lights go out and we open
our eyes,
out there in the silence, I'll be gone,
I'll be gone.

~ I'll be gone, Linkin Park

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