DREAMS || DEAN WINCHESTER

Part Twenty

Abby and Dean were laying in bed together, they couldn't stop hugging each other. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words. Abby knew that he wanted to say something, "Something on your mind?" She asked looking up at him, he shook his head, he still couldn't talk.

He didn't talk because if he did, he would just sob his heart out. He didn't want Abby to see him cry, especially after everything that happened. "You know that you can talk to me Dean" "I know, I'm just trying to... find the words" he said with tears forming in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Abby asked, he just shook his head "You wanna talk about it?" He just sat up, making Abby sit up too "It's hard to find the words Abby" he said as a tear rolled down his cheek. Abby instantly wiped it with her thumb, only making him tear up more.

"Dean, talk to me" she said holding his hand that was resting on the bed "After you died... after I... shot you, dad died a few months after... it's just been too much..." Dean said as he sobbed. Abby didn't say anything, she just gave him a hug, with him leaning into her chest sobbing. He held onto her tightly, just crying his heart out, Abby let him get it out.

He finally leaned up looking away from her, but Abby turned him around so she could look at him. His eyes were red, tears were everywhere on his cheeks. She got up and walked to the bathroom. She came back with a cold wet face cloth and wiped his tears away.

After cleaning Dean up, he was still sitting on the edge of the bed as he hugged Abby's waist. He didn't cry this time, he just loved her so much. Abby ran her fingers through his hair to make him feel calm, to let him know to not worry.

Dean pulled himself together and got up on his feet slowly. He gave Abby another hug, this time, he didn't want to let go. Abby hugged him back tighter. They finally let go of each other, "How you doing now?" Abby asked "Better, a lot better" Dean said wiping the last tears that were left on his face. Abby leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the lips then walked out of the room.

"I know it's a bit old Abby, but I think it will help with your missing truck" Bobby said taking a sheet off of an old motorcycle in his garage "Bobby, it's perfect!" She said as she touched the handle "You got any spray paint?" She asked, with Bobby confused.

She started spraying the black with white spray paint. She had a mask on so she wouldn't breathe in the fumes of the paint. Dean walked and saw her at work, "Here's the light you wanted" he said giving her the light for the motorcycle "Thanks love" she said as she placed it on the table beside her, then she started spraying the bike again.

"How long will this take?" Dean asked "Not that long to paint, about five more minutes, but it'll probably take a while to dry" She said getting up removing her mask. Tasha and Sam walked into the garage to check on what was going on.

"Woah! This is a sick bike!" Tasha said "I know right! Didn't know Bobby would even have this" Dean said. Abby grabbed the paint again and put her mask on. She sprayed more of the back of the bike, Tasha and Sam left, it was just her and Dean. "Hey babe, pass me the light" Abby said, Dean walked over and gave her the light.

She walked to the front and replaced to old light with the new one. Dean was looking at the amazing job she done as she screwed the light in. "There, done!" She said. Dean walked up to the front and was amazed at what she done, "Could I steal your bike babe?" He asked "Oh yeah, anytime" she said sarcastically, making Dean laugh a bit.

Abby used a blow dryer to dry the paint, she had it on cold so it would catch on fire. As soon as it was dryer, she unplugged the dryer and placed it on the table. She grabbed a white bike helmet and put it on and strapped her head it.

She got on the bikes seat, then put the keys in. As soon as she turned the keys, the engine started to go. She got super excited, she leaned forward and started to drive it out of the garage. Everyone was out to see what the noise was.