Sam goes away, back into the apartment, and Abby doesn't know why but she hears him hit something and she jumps and raises the shovel up because what if something bad is coming? Someone as big as Sam would only be afraid of something really bad and Dean is scared too so something must be wrong...but then Dean's just talking to her aunt and giving her a smile that doesn't look happy but Aunt Laura doesn't seem to notice.
>>"It's no trouble, ma'am, really. You know what kids are like. They say the weirdest sh- stuff"
She's about to say she isn't saying weird stuff, she's saying the true stuff and people are supposed to believe you when you tell the truth and...then she sees his wink and squints back at him without smiling because she isn't sure if he is doing that thing grown ups do where they are trying to make you be quiet and so they pretend to be on your side or if he really means it. Aunt Laura is nodding regretfully though and putting a hand on her shoulder which is supposed to be nice but mostly just makes her itchy.
>>"I'm Dean, Lea's... friend.
“Oh Lea,” Aunt Laura brightens and the last traces of suspicion at Sam's rather odd departure seem to melt from her face, “she's been such a help Debbie called her this morning and she just offered to come right over, wouldn't hear of taking any money. She'll be there later to help watch Abby,” she looks down at her niece and offers an absent, “won't that be nice?” to which Abby responds by continuing to glare at whatever catches her eye and fidgeting.
>>“ So what happened to, uh..."
“Lacey,” Abby supplies, “she's five and she won't watch TV because it makes her head hurt so she colors in my books even the ones that aren't for coloring and she talks a lot.” She doesn't know why she's saying it but it seems like a good idea, like it will make Dean remember who she is. “The goat took her.” Laura sighs and shrugs at Dean over Abby's head. “That's all she'll say. Debbie left the two girls out in the backyard for five minutes and when she came back out Lacey was gone and Abby was telling that story about the goat. The strangest thing is every other house on the block with a child under ten had the same thing happen.” Abby nods at Dean, confirming the story as far as it goes, before muttering, “I'm eight. I could have punched it if I'd been by the gate. I punch better than Lacey. She just yells. It's stupid.”