Who: Abby and Dean What: Abby makes a new friend When: 1987 Where: Denver Colorado Warnings: To Be Determined
Abby laid in the small cocoon she'd made out of the hotel bathtub and her favorite blankets just waiting for day to give way to night so she could finally get up and out. Normally Owen would be sitting on the other side of the tub tapping out messages in Morse code and making plans for the night but now Abby was alone and she felt Owen's absence keenly. They'd gotten into a fight about her relying too much on him to get her blood and make sure the bodies disappeared. Things had gotten ugly and Owen had stormed off saying he would be back in three months and if she couldn't take care of herself for that long without being discovered then he would never come back. Even though Abby was mad at the time she had to admit that maybe, just maybe he had a point. She'd gotten into bad habits with Thomas towards the end. She hadn't always been so careless and maybe it was time for her to get back to relying on herself more but some of the things Owen had said still stung and to make it worse she missed him.
Being over 1,500 years old Abby had very few living friends. Even among vampires she had few friends because of the feeling of most vampire groups about immortal children. There were a few clans and races here and there that held no specific laws against them but they were still usually regarded as abominations or at the very least a danger to the carefully held secret of vampires existence. So for the most part Abby tried to avoid her own kind and now her best friend had left. There was a little bank calender taped on the inside of the tub with the days X-ed out since Owen had left.
Forty-one and counting.
Abby wriggled a bit in the tub. Her body could tell that nighttime was near and it was eager to get up, to move but she still had a little time to kill. That was when she heard the door to the motel room next to hers open and close and muffled voices. She pressed her ear against the tub and focused her hearing.
"Not there, Dean. Put your brother in the bed farthest from the windows and come help me get the rest of the things from the car."
"Yes, Sir."
Abby listened through the thin walls as The Man and his two boys got settled into the room. A chill ran up her back because the more The Man talked the more obvious it became that he was a hunter. As soon as the light faded she was up and out of the tub and began to throw her few possessions into her trunk. She'd met hunters in her life and they were an unpredictable group. Abby really didn't need the risk of living next to one. But as she packed she kept her ears tuned to the conversation next door and it seemed that the man was getting ready to leave again as soon as his sons were unpacked. So she waited and sure enough the man was gone within the hour. Leaving his sons alone in the motel with money, from the sound of it a gun and instructions for the oldest boy to "look after Sammy". Not wanting to interrupt her new found routine, Abby decided to stay until the hunter returned. It would give her time for one more feed that night and a chance to find another place to stay. But when The Man returned he was only there for a few hours before heading back out.
She found that she liked listening to Dean read to his little brother. Some nights it would be Treasure Island and sometimes he would read to his brother from Guns and Ammo. Saturday mornings meant cartoons. Abby didn't care much about cartoons herself but she was familiar with them because Owen sometimes still liked to watch them. Spying on Dean made her feel like she wasn't completely alone again. She justified it by telling herself it was for his own good too. While she'd been out hunting she'd seen signs that she wasn't the only thing out there hunting people and even if Dean was good with his father's gun he was still a child. Abby kept close watch over the area around the motel. The Man might not be worried about leaving two little boys alone in a motel room but Abby thought they could use some minding.
After returning from a quick and satisfying hunt Abby sat at the edge of the motel's sad looking pool and dangled her feet over the edge waiting to see if Dean would come out of his room for a little while after Sam was asleep. While she waited Abby twisted the pieces of her favorite puzzle together. The tiny gold links were like a handful of slivers that with the right arrangement formed a golden globe. She'd almost convinced herself that making another friend was a terrible idea when the hotel door opened and he stepped outside. Physically she would put him somewhere around her own appearance - ten or twelve maybe. But that estimate was based only on his size. The way he leaned against the wall, sighed and looked around was more like someone much older, wary and watchful. When his gazed turned her way, Abby gave a little wave. "Hey."