Winchester Love Part 7D
Title: Winchester Love Part 7D Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Summary: written for fanfic100 prompt #65-passing. Sam and Abby discuss her secret.
"I don't want to tell you more than once, so if you have questions, you can stop me," Abby's hands were on his chest and his neck. Her cheek rested on his shoulder so she could whisper into his ear.
"I lied when I first met you. I never went to college. I did live in the east, but I will never go back there." Abby paused for awhile, trying to find words to make her story easier to listen to. "I became pregnant and I left home right away. That's when I started making my way west. I moved slowly, took on odd jobs here and there to pay for motel and food. There was one small town that was very nice to me. The lady at the grocery store gave me items like milk, bread and cereal.
I went to the clinic like I was supposed to. I took care of my baby. I did the best I could." Abby's body started to shake and Sam felt the tears. He wiped some of them away.
"Then it all happened," Abby was digging her fingers into Sam's flesh without realizing it. She wanted to make sure he would stay there, that he wasn't going to run. "I had the baby, a tiny girl. I named her Angel because it was the prettiest name I could think of and she was my little Angel.
I didn't get to bring her home. I only held her twice before she died. She passed away in my arms. A large part of me died with her. I didn't have money to bury her. So, I don't know where they put her. I feel like I failed her."
"You were a wonderful mom to her," Sam said.
"What kind of mom doesn't know where their child is? What kind of mom would let strangers take their baby away to bury?"
"One that was in shock and hurting," Sam told her. "Where was Angel's father? Does he know?"
"No, I never told him," Abby's voice was stern. "Because he is my father."
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"Your father took advantage of you?" Sam asked.
Abby nodded. "I feel so guilty and dirty about it."
"It had nothing to do with you," Sam told her. "He was supposed to protect you, and instead he harmed you in the worst way. His bad deeds don't make you dirty, Abby. Only things you do on your own can make you dirty."
"Do you still want me around?" her voice shook as hard as her body shook.
"Nothing has changed," Sam told her even though he felt he had so much to sort through in his head. "I'm glad that you trusted me enough to tell me about Angel. She's an important part of your life and I'm thankful that you were able to share her with me."
"I miss her," her voice had a pain in it that Sam could only imagine. "I wish I could bring her home."
"Maybe we can find her and bury her in town," Sam suggested.
"That sounds kinda gross, Sam. I know you do salt and burns but this is my baby."
"How about if I could bring you her ashes, and you could keep them and move them wherever you might move to. That way, they could be buried with you."
"Can you do that, Sam? Can you? I know that she's just a spirit now, but can you bring her home to me?"
"I can try my best," Sam answered. "But it might require asking others for help. That means they would know."
"Who? Who would have to know?"
"Dean for one, maybe Bobby," Sam's voice was gentle. "I know they would be proud to bring her home to you."
"But then they'd know," Abby was hesitant.
"They love you like family," Sam said. "You could have told any one of them what you told me and they would have held you when you cried and understood."
"I can't be in houses with men," Abby stated. "If you left for something and I didn't go with you, I'd hide in the bathroom. When Bobby was showing us pictures, I was okay because I knew you were just outside. I don't want to live afraid."
"I don't want you to either," Sam held her close. "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to."
Abby nodded, "Sure."
"Before you said that you had never been kissed or been intimate like that before. I can assume your father is the reason why?"
"Yes."
"But when Bobby and Dean give you a hug now and then, are you okay with that?"
Abby thought for a moment, "That's just different."
"So even knowing that they care about you and want to keep you safe, you'd be scared of them?"
"Possibly."
"I wish I could take it all away," Sam stroked her hair.
"I'd never wish Angel away." Abby said.
"I wouldn't wish her away either. I think she would have been an amazing woman, just like her mother," Sam looked at Abby and cautiously gave her a kiss. When she responded in kind, they got lost in it and the sound of the storm.
Sam started to kiss her neck and he whispered in Abby's ear, "I love you, Abby, for all the things I know about you and all the things we'll find out in the future."
"I love you, too, Sam. I just don't want to learn about hunting too soon. I'd rather learn more about you."
"Just tell me when you want more info," Sam kissed her lips.
"And ask me if you have questions about my past," Abby responded.
"If I have them, I'll ask. But I think I know all that I need to. Always come to me if you need me. I don't care where I am or what I'm doing," Sam promised, "My first priority is loving and caring for you."
Abby melted into Sam's arms. She was all cried out. She was exhausted but she had brought up so many old memories that she couldn't sleep. So, Sam started to rattle on about his and Dean's adventures at Bobby's and Abby fell asleep to the deep sound of his voice in his chest and the rhythm of his breathing.
Sam was awake awhile longer. He knew he'd have to tell Dean about finding Angel. He'd probably need Bobby's help, too. He was determined to find the lost little girl and bring her home to the mother who loved her so much. In his mind, he and Abby were going to be together for a lifetime. He wanted Angel home for him, too.
***
The next morning, Dean knocked on the door while Abby was in the shower. When Sam opened the door, Dean said, "I thought I heard Abby scream last night. Is everything okay?"
"Bobby scared her when he brought the flashlight in," Sam explained.