Supernatural - Abby Road 5
As the sun started to break over the horizon a whimper escaped from Abby's bed. Dean brushed off his beer haze to listen. At first, he thought maybe Gabriel had decided to visit Abby in her dreams after all. But the whimper deepened into a sob. Dean struggled with his desire to go back to sleep and to his duty to check on Abby.
Tentatively, he crept over to her bed. Perching silently on the edge he watched her body curled up shuddering opposite him.
“Abs?”
“I'm sorry.” She cried, sitting up and turning to wrap herself around Dean's upper body. He leaned into the pillow from the force of her weight. “I'm not a hunter, Dean.”
He tried to soothe her, awkwardly patting her shoulder. “I know, doesn't get any easier if you are.”
“What do I do if this thing finds me?” Abby nuzzled deeper into Dean's chest like she could hide there from the being hunting her.
“Well,” Dean huffed, trying to ease the tension for both of them. “I guess I'll just vow to God to protect your ass.”
“Gabriel sent me to help. Now look. It's like everywhere I go I'm just a burden. I just thought if I were actually needed.”
“Abs, join the club!” Dean squeezed her in a half hug. “Sammy used to say we should have a website.”
He felt her body finally ease into a steady breathing pattern. Then Dean felt a change in the air. Not the familiar flutter of Cas. Something almost cold and icy. It hurt his chest and he wondered if the sudden tenseness in Abby's shoulder meant she felt it too. She gasped as if the breath was being sucked from her body. A black shadow hovered above the desk in the room's corner. Abby unraveled herself from Dean's grasp. The fire ball sailed passed him before he could untangle the gun from under Abby's pillow. The shadow vanished, leaving a black and ash stamp on the fruited wallpaper.
“He'll be back.” Abby's voice sounded like a scream in the silence.
“Tomorrow you wanna visit the photographer's house?”
“No.” Abby shook her head.
Dean studied her.
“We're going anyway, aren't we?”
“Yep!” He swung his legs off the bed. “Better rest up.”
“Can you?” She stuttered. “Could you. . . stay?” Her hand pulled him back onto the pillow and she snuggled back into his body.
* * * *
The next morning when Abby emerged from the restroom, she was met by a very interesting sight. Dean wore black slacks, a black suit coat, a white button up shirt and a skinny black tie. “I'm sorry,” Abby's voice startled Dean from admiring himself in the mirror above the desk. “I thought we were going to his apartment not his funeral.”
“Funny. We are.” He gave a smug smile. “This is my men in black gear. You know,” He flipped a badge at her and gave her a stern look. “ FBI. I'm agent Roth this is my partner, agent Hagar.”
“Why do I have to be Sammy Hagar?” Abby ruffled through her bag looking for something else to wear.
Dean placed his hand on hers to stop her rummaging. “Forget the Hagar, David Lee Roth is going solo. Cas is coming by to stay with you while I'm gone.”
“Last night you said. . . “ She started.
“Changed my mind. You didn't want to go anyway. Cas grabbed a laptop from Bobby's so you can do some research. See if you can find anything to help us.”
“Really?” Abby scoffed in disgust. “Great, babysat by the shower stalker, and I have homework.”
Curtains rustled behind Dean. Cas suddenly appeared next to him holding a laptop computer.
“Cas, we were talking about you. Were your ears ringing?” Dean took the laptop and placed it on the desk.
Cas tilted his head as if listening. “No, they're fine.”
Dean patted Cas on the back and forced out a chuckle. “You kids have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”
“Rumor has it, that's a short list.” Abby settled in at the desk with the laptop.
“Watch out for her, Cas. She's a charmer.” Dean grabbed his keys from the night stand and headed out the door.
Cas sat on the bed in silence for a long time. Abby worked on the computer, her fingers making tapping noised across the keys. Occasionally, she would mutter and swear under her breath. Finally, she looked up at Cas. “There's one thing I just don't understand?”
“There are many things I don't understand.” Cas replied.
Abby held her breath for a moment then smiled. “We'll get to that. I was hoping you could help me with this one. Why did Sam leave when Raziel told him to? If he's anything like Dean. . .”
“He is not. That is why they work so well together.” Cas interrupted.
“Regardless, why listen to Raz?”
“Raziel is an angel. He has the power to calm or smite humans with his grace. He has also learned to use his grace to have some control over them so it seems.” Cas regarded her calmly.
“And that's okay with you?” Abby turned away from the computer.
“I will not interfere with my brother's mission on Earth unless he threatens us in anyway.” Abby enjoyed the way Cas referred to the three of them as us, like family. “He seems very versed in humanity. I think he has been here for longer then I had originally thought. Perhaps in hiding like Gabriel.”
Abby clasped her hands together and took a deep breath. “Okay, now let me tackle something you don't understand.”
Cas hesitated. “You don't seem angry at me for appearing in the shower. Why?”
Abby took another deep breath and locked eyes with Castiel. “I was, at first. But I got to thinking about it, and, you're an angel right? So this is just a vessel and seeing my vessel is no big deal to you. It means nothing, so I'm okay.”
“That would be an accurate assumption.” Cas accentuated the words would and assumption.
She leaned her head to the side and studied the angel for a moment. “But it's not the correct assumption.”
Cas grew pale.
“Come on, you said it would be, but it's not right is it?” She goaded.
“I have been on Earth for a while now.” He hedged. “I have begun to regard souls and vessels as a single entwined entity. And while I don't judge one on the condition of a vessel, I have found that some vessels are more pleasing then others.”
“See? Was that so hard?” Abby joined him on the edge of the bed. She grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels. Her eyes remained glued to the television as she used her free hand to clutch Castiel's. “I think you're cute too.”
Dean burst through the door, slamming it behind him. Sweat beaded on his temples. “Do not panic!” He yelled.
Abby turned to Cas. “He has a way of putting a room at ease doesn't he?”
“What is it Dean?” Cas squeezed Abby's hand.
“The real FBI are here.” Dean threw himself on the other bed. “Right before I got to Sheriff Ken they flashed badges and went into their spew. I left. We gotta get in there.”
“I might have an idea.” Abby stood up and began pulling things out of her bag.
“I did some nosing around, this Ken guy is smart.” Dean rubbed his forehead.
“Yeah, I find a low cut shirt and a push up bra can knock a few of those IQ points off.” Abby tossed a black lacy bra up on her bed.
“I've seen it work on Dean.” Cas nodded at Abby.
“Castiel. I need you to go to Uncle Bobby's and see if he got the pre paid credit cards from Paul.” Cas disappeared.
Dean slid off the bed and went toward Abby. “What do you need credit cards for?”
“Raz and I are going shopping!” She shouted hoping the angel would hear her.
Raziel appeared next to Dean, a twinkle in her eyes. “When do we go?”
Cas reappeared next to Abby holding an envelope. Abby snatched it from Cas's grip. “Dean, drive us to the nearest mall and stand back.”
Dean refused to drive them the hour and a half to the mall. Raziel zapped them there instead. Three hours later the girls returned dripping with packages and a plan.
By two-thirty they were headed to Sheriff Ken's office. Raziel sported a very short skirt with her suit jacket. Abby's shirt had a plunging v-neck and her pants hugged her behind noticeably.
* * * *
The office lay in the center of Bingham. Dean drove the Impala in his black suit. They traveled in silence. As they pulled up to the brick building, Dean set his cell phone on vibrate.
“I'll be out back. Just call if you need me.” His eyes wide with uncertainty.
Abby flashed a pout at him. “Don't worry. We've got this. Just make sure you get everything you need from the office. This is your one shot.”
Abby and Raziel headed into the office. The deputy at the front desk widened his eyes in question.
In one quick fluid motion, that Dean had made her practice, she flipped her homemade badge at him. “Agent Ulrich, international police. This is my partner Agent Hetfield.” Her voice was bathed in a Russian accent. “We have a few questions for your sheriff.”
The deputy picked up the phone and connected himself to the sheriff's office. “Um Ken,” His voice was deep. “There are some agents from interpol to see you.” He paused, listening to Ken's less then enthusiastic response. “They need to ask you some questions. Trust me Ken.” He hung up the phone and nodded at some chairs to their right. “He'll be out in a moment.”
The time ticked by slowly as they waited for the Sheriff. Raziel seemed calm but Abby could feel her nerves screaming under her skin. She hoped Cas had a good view from the bakery across the street. She scanned the room to make sure their entrance was the only way the sheriff could take them out.
A door behind the deputy finally opened. Raz and Abby stood and waited for the sheriff to emerge. As soon as Abby saw the sheriff she relaxed. She watched the IQ points drop in the flash of his eyes. She heard his defenses lower in the sharp intake of breath. “I'm Sheriff Johnson. Please ladies, call me Ken.” They nodded. “Shall we proceed in my office.”
“Actually,” Raziel stepped toward the sheriff, maneuvering around the deputy's desk until she was at his side. “Ken, we were hoping to see the Ustov crime scene. If you could?” She massaged his shoulder with her hand and smiled her brilliant smile.
“Why of course Agent. . . ?”
“Hetfield and my partner, Ulrich.”
“I'd be happy to escort you two ladies to the crime scene. Should we take my patrol car?” Ken eyes were soft and amber.
They walked out the front door to the car. When Cas watched them drive away, he left the bakery and popped to the back of the sheriff's building with Dean.
“They've left. The deputy is still at his post.” Cas explained.
Dean bit his tongue, then had an idea. “Go stall the deputy.”
Cas disappeared, leaving Dean to second guess his idea.
Cas stood in the police department lobby staring at the deputy.
“What can I do for ya guy?” The deputy finally asked.
“I was . . . waiting for the women that just came in here.” Cas did not want to try his hand at lying right now.
“Oh, had your eye on them? Yeah pretty girls. Foreign too. Left with the Sheriff.”
“Do you know who they are?”
“Um, Interpol. Something about that Ustov disappearance.”
Cas realized he had no idea how long Dean actually needed in the Sheriff's office.
“So that's where they were going? To the crime scene?” Cas was running low on material.
“Yep,” The deputy looked at him. “Now don't you go getting any ideas. Those ladies are guests here. They don't need some weirdo popping in on them in their hotel room. Besides, think the Sheriff might have an eye on the tall brunette. Definitely his type.”
Cas tried to grin. “ I kinda like the redhead myself. She was . . .cute.”
“For me,” The deputy leaned back in his chair and tossed his foot op on the desk. “It's their accents. I could listen to them both talk all day. The tall one had this Irish lilt, made her sound like a sexy leprechaun. She got my attention with those legs too. Now the redhead had a deep Russian accent. Definitely a naughty girl, that one.”
Cas frowned not sure what to say, but the deputy didn't give him a chance.
“Don't get me wrong. On the outside, she seems all business. Maybe even puts up a little fight of innocence at first. But underneath it all, I bet she's all high heels and lingerie.” Cas remembered the lacy black bra Abby had tossed on the hotel bed. “Yeah, she'd take a little more work, but i bet she'd make it worth your while.”
Suddenly, Cas didn't like the deputy. Didn't like the way he described Abby. The angel leaned down into the deputy's face. “I believe you need reminded that these ladies are our guests.”
The deputy put up his hands. “Hey, no harm. I have a wife at home. Just chatting that's all.”
Cas noticed Dean climbing into the Impala outside the front window. “Yes.” Cas took a deep cleansing breath. “Just chatting. I need to go.”
“See ya around.”
He fumbled with the passenger's side car door for a moment knowing people were watching him. Eventually, Dean showed him some mercy and leaned over and opened it for him. “Come on Sunshine. Luckily this isn't our quick getaway.”
Cas slumped into the seat next to Dean. They sat in silence for a moment when Dean deadpanned. “Seatbelt?” The painful expression on Cas's face, as he fingered the strap of material, pulled a guffaw from Dean. He threw his head back with the hearty laughter filling the car. They pulled away from the curb and headed back to the motel.
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