Part Seventeen

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Abby watched Dean get out of the car in shock of seeing her house. Sam stayed outside with John, while Dean walked up to the door. He knocked and waited for a bit, then Abby answered. She opened the door and hugged Dean instantly, "I don't even know what happened, one day I'm im walking then the next I'm back at my house!" Abby said.

"Yeah, this is super weird, I remember when the house vanished, same with that motel" Dean said separating the hug "I forgot about that motel! Do you think that it's also back?" "Yeah, it is, we passed it on the way here" "Huh, and why is John here?" She said giving him the death stare "Abby, he's my dad, and I haven't seen him in a while"

"Fine, but if he tries to kill me again, I get to hurt him back" "You're going to kill my dad?" "No! I said hurt! Hurt and kill are two different things! Just tell them that they're allowed in" Dean nodded and told them that they can come in.

As soon as all the boys were in, Abby sat on the table with her coffee that she made. Dean sat beside her, letting the boys know that they can sit too. As soon as all of them were seated, it was silent, no one was talking, awkward. "Are you guys just going to stare at each other?" Abby said laughing to herself "Well it's awkward between you and I right now" Dean said. Abby rolled her eyes and walked to the coffee pot.

She grabbed three cups, creamer, and sugar. She walked back and pour everyone a cup, then placed the sugar and creamer on the table. Dean was the first one to drink his coffee, he already felt at home, same with Sam. Sam grabbed the creamer and poured some in, same with some sugar. John just kept staring at Abby, she saw this and didn't break the eye contact.

"So, sorceress- "My name is Abigail" "Okay, Abigail, how did you meet Dean?" "You guys saved me from a house that all my friends died in" "Oh, I forgot about that house, guess it wasn't that important" "Really..." "Okay you too, that's enough, Dad, please get along with her!" Dean said "Fine, only because you want me too, and you actually found someone"

"We aren't together dad" Dean said looking at her sad. Abby just shrugged at him and drank more of her coffee, she didn't give any fucks. She placed her coffee down, "How's the coffee Sam?" She asked "Oh it's amazing, super strong, don't think I need the whole thing" Sam said smiling.

Abby smiled and stood up, "Well, I'm going to get dressed, since, all of my old clothes are here" she said as she walked to her room. She shut and locked the door, then walked to her dresser. As soon as she picked up a shirt, her touch, her powers turned the whole shirt white. She sighed and got dressed, as soon as every fabric of clothing touched her skin, her whole outfit turned white.

She walked out and walked back to the kitchen, "Didn't know you were having a theme of clothes" Dean said walking up to her "Wasn't my choice Dean, where are the others?" "They kinda raided your fridge, they wanted to surprise you with groceries" "Oh, how nice of them, especially your father" she said smiling.

"Hey, could we talk?" Dean said putting his hand on her shoulder "Yeah, what's on your mind?" "I'm sorry" "Sorry for what?" "Sorry for our whole fight, I shouldn't have opened my mouth" "Dean..." "It's just that, I get mad so easily! And I didn't want to break things with you, I love you so much, and it really hurts when we aren't together. Even when I hated you the most, I always wanted to make sure that you were safe"

Before he could open his mouth again, she shut him up with a kiss, a very gentle kiss. She then stopped and let him process the kiss. He smiled and leaned in and kissed her back, this kiss wasn't so gentle. He pulled her in more, making her wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his hands around her waist, just to hold her, he just wanted to hold his girl.  They stopped to catch their breath, they leaned their forehead against each other's. "I love you so much Abby" "I know" "Abby..." "Okay, okay, I love you too Dean"

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