Part Thirty Four

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Dean, Sam, and Castiel drove everywhere. They even went to Abby's house, no sign of her. Dean parked the car on the side of the road. "Why'd you park here?" Sam asked "I just wanna think, okay?!" Dean said back closing his eyes. Sam looked out his window and noticed a little shed in the forest. "Hey, Dean..."

Abby used her pocket knife and cut out of the rope that was tied around her arms. She then pulled the tape of of her mouth, then cut the rope off of her feet. She slowly stood up, she was cautious about her surroundings.

She walked to the table that Jordan was at and noticed a bunch of missing people posters. There was a lot of posters, around 20. Abby looked at the door that Jordan left in. It was a huge, metal door. Abby noticed that there was no doorknob, it was just a big metal rectangle.

She looked at the door just to see if there was any way to get out, but nothing came to her. At she looked more, the door started to open. Abby immediately ran to a dresser at the other end of the room and hid behind it.

She heard a bunch of grumbling from Jordan. The door slammed shut, and Abby poked her head out. He was gone. She got out from behind the dresser and looked around for clues. Abby looked at everything in the room, top to bottom, but nothing.

She looked at the missing posters. As she looked, she noticed that on some poster's, some letters where more bolder then others. It felt like a game that Jordan was playing. She shuffled through the posters to see if she could find anything. As she looked through the posters, she finally made up the message.

It said "B E H I N D T H E D R E S S E R." Abby moved the dresser, and noticed a note that she somehow missed. She picked it up and read it, "Three, five, two, seven... the fuck does that mean..." She said to herself. She looked at door, then back at the note, then the door, then the note.

She walked up to the door and looked again. She put her hand on it and felt around the door to see if anything was hidden. Before she could find anything, the door started to open. She ran back to the dresser and hid behind it.

She heard someone loading their gun. Before she could even breathe again, someone picked her up. "Are you okay Abby?!" Sam said "Jesus fucking Christ Sammy! You scared the shit out of me!" Abby said "We gotta get out of here" "Ya think?"

Abby and Sam walked out of the room. She kept that little note just in case. "Didn't know that this little she'd had a whole ass basement in it" Sam said "I didn't even know that I was in a shed" Abby said making them laugh.

As they walked up the stairs, Abby got a terrible feeling. As if Jordan was somewhere near. "Sam" "Yeah Abby?" "Where's Dean?" "Getting some stuff so we could investigate this shed" "Oh okay, I thought that he didn't come. Is he still made at me?" "I don't think so, he was pretty worried sick when he heard that you were in danger"

As Sam and Abby walked out of the shed, Abby ran to Dean as soon as she saw him. Dean gave her a hug and kiss, "Are you hurt?" He asked "No, I'm okay, I'm so sorry for leaving you" "It's okay, I shouldn't have acted like that" he said moving some of her hair off of her face. Dean grabbed all of the stuff, gave Abby a kiss, and walked to the shed with Sam.

Abby sat in the car alone, Castiel left before Dean parked the car. As the sun set, there was till no sign of Dean and Sam. Abby was getting worried. She got out of the car and opened the trunk. She grabbed a shotgun and loaded it, then closed the trunk. As she walked to the shed, she got a weird feeling just from looking at the shed.

When she opened the door, she noticed that there was no light. She grabbed her lighter that Dean gave her and lit it. She walked slowly in the shed. She finally met up with the boys. She put the lighter back in her pocket. "Abby, please go back to the car" Dean said holding the flashlight in her face "No, I wanna help, I haven't helped in a while" "Whatever you say" Dean said with a smile.

Abby and Dean held hands as the looked around the shed with Sam leading them. Abby heard something behind her, same with the boys. They shrugged it when nothing was there. As they walked more, Abby kept turning her head.

The three of them then heard a bunch of screaming from behind them. When the turned around, Jordan grabbed Abby by the neck and stabbed her with a knife. Abby let out a blood wrenching scream as the knife went deeper into her stomach.

Abby's gun was on the floor. Dean grabbed them gun, both of the boys shot at Jordan. The bullets went through his head, making him fall instantly, taking the knife with him. Jordan was dead, he was finally dead. Those bullets killed him. Dean picked Abby up from the ground and carried her out of that shed.

Abby held her open wound while Dean walked her out of the shed. Sam put the guns back into the trunk. Dean and Abby were a bit behind. "Dean... I need to catch my breath..." Abby said as she fell to the ground. She laid her back on a tree, still holding the wound.

Dean sat her up, "Are you gonna be okay?" He asked "...I... don't think... so" "What? What do you mean?" "That knife... had runes on it..." she said as she coughed up a little blood "Abby, you're gonna be okay" Dean said holding her face up "Yeah... I'm gonna be okay... I just need to catch my... breath..."

"Yeah, you just need to catch your breath, that's all" Abby's wound started to bleed more, Dean noticed this. He called out to Castiel, but Castiel didn't show. Abby's breath was shortening, her mouth was filling up with blood. "Abby..." Dean said with tears. Abby couldn't talk, her mouth was filled with blood.

Abby looked at Dean, and smiled. She was happy, she was peace. Abby leaned forward and gave Dean a kiss on his cheek, then fell back to the tree and closed her eyes. "Abby?" Dean said as he watched her hand fall from her stomach. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her "ABBY!" Dean said with tears. Abby's body grown cold. She let out her last breath.

Abigail Smith was dead.

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