supernatural abby road 4
The angels left to do whatever angels do while the rest of the world sleeps. By morning, Dean and Abby had fallen into a comfortable silence. Dean having only awoken once in the night. Abby soothed his sweat covered brow with a cool cloth and lulled him back to sleep with promises of safety and security. No mention of the night time adventure over their coffee and donut breakfast.
“Ya know, you look better without the make-up and hair.” Dean's best attempt at a thank you.
“I'm glad you approve.” She sipped her coffee. “Because I'm done curling my hair and wearing all that make-up just to scorch bad guys. It's not worth it.”
They finished in silence, packed their things and continued on their way.
Abby flipped through tapes as Dean tapped his hand to Metallica. “Couldn't Cas, just like, zap us to Texas?” She realized.
Dean shook his head. “I do not ride the Angel Express. Hey, don't let me stop you, though.”
“How am I supposed to protect you from hundreds of miles away?”
“You're suppose to protect Cas and Raz too!”
“Cas is pretty souped up with angel power right now. And Raziel is more then capable of holding her own.”
“Yeah,” Dean smiled wistfully. “Cas's brother is pretty magically delicious isn't he?”
“Seriously, where is a tape recorder when you need one?” Abby giggled as Dean shot her a dirty look.
* * * *
“I just knew.” Cas explained again as they all gathered in a room at one of the five motels right outside of Bingham, Texas.
Dean scowled. “But I didn't know! Jesus Cas, are you like mojoing me? Cuz I swear. . .”
Abby and Raziel watched them from the little table in the room. “Does it matter?” Abby asked.
“Of course it matters! They showed up at the motel forty-five minutes before us. How did he know this was the hotel we'd choose unless he was messing with my head?”
“I knew,” Cas straightened to his full height in front of Dean. “because you are a predictable human. Out of the five motels this is the one that meets your criteria. Within walking distance to a diner, IHOP or gas station. Close, but not too close to a bar. Close enough to a small town to be curious. But not too close to arouse suspicion. And sufficient parking to keep the Impala from being damaged.”
Dean's mouth fell open. No words came out.
Raziel filled the silence. “That's exactly the expression the desk clerk got when he explained it to her. Apparently, she found it just as fascinating. Although, I don't see it myself.”
“Okay, when all this is over, you and I, Cas, we seriously need to take a break from each other. That's just. . . creepy.” Dean shuddered.
“Did you find Sam while you were here?” Abby ventured.
Cas glanced nervously toward Raziel. “I believe Sam has left.”
“Where is he off to now?” Abby stood up assuming she would need to repack her things. “No need to hang around here.”
“ There are the disappearances.” Cas tilted his head.
“What!” Dean sat on one of the beds. “Sammy left without finding out what was going on? Why?”
“I believe,” Cas gulped. “Raziel told him to.”
“Son of a bitch!” Dean decked a pillow. “Raz, why would you do that?”
“ Well, I can't tell you.” She at least looked sorry.
Dean nodded in frustration. “Of course you can't.”
Raziel sat next to him on the bed laying a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder. “But I can tell you I won't do it next time.”
Dean's eyes narrowed. “You're an angel. You can't lie, right?”
“Right. I can't lie.” She thought for a moment. “I can however, omit portions of the truth to lead you to believe something that is not entirely true.”
Cas interrupted. “Raziel, this would be an appropriate time to shut-up.”
“No, I can't lie.” Raziel practically purred.
Dean licked his lips nervously as Raziel inched closer to him. He smiled. She tilted her head and grinned back. 'Man she's hot!' Dean thought. 'But dangerous.'
Abby cleared her throat and broke the silence. “Library? Police station? Where to?”
“How about the bar that's close but not too close?”
Cas frowned, sort of. “I would think the police department would be a more sufficient use of our time.”
Dean got to his feet, grabbed Raziel's hand and pulled her up off the bed. “You would think wrong.”
Standing in the bar parking lot, Dean explained their strategy. “Just follow my lead. Two couples, got lost, decided to enjoy the adventure in Crapville here.”
Abby raised her hand. “Oh, Mr. Winchester. Should I actually refer to it as Crapville?”
“Your sarcasm is noted.”
Cas raised his hand sheepishly. “That means no right?”
“No Crapville, Cas.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Just follow me. On second thought, be the silent type. . . All of you.”
The bar was dark and smoky. Country music blared from the jukebox. Dean gestured toward a table and he, Castiel and Raziel sat down. Abby smiled and headed toward the bar.
She approached the bar trying to catch the bartenders eye. He was broad with an easy grin and an attractive face. He pointed to her and waited for her order.
“Four beers.” She smiled. He turned away and as a second thought she yelled over the music. “And a shot of your best tequila.”
He brought her the drinks. She paid then slammed down the shot as he watched her and laughed. He leaned in. “That bad huh?”
“You see my friends over there?” Abby gestured toward the table. “That's my brother, his girlfriend and his best friend. I got talked into the road trip from hell.”
“Where ya headed?”
“That's the fun part, my brother, Dean, is one of those drive and discover people. We have no destination.” Her breath grazed his ear. “I wanted to come out this way though. Wanted to see if the rumors about Barbara Johnson were true.”
“Oh they're true. I'm friends with her brother the sheriff. She'd been acting strange anyway though. Pressure probably got to her.”
“Strange how? I mean all I heard was she was in the backyard and then she wasn't.” Abby laid her hand on the bartender's.
The bartender glanced at her hand and grinned. “Well, before she disappeared, she had been different. Like that day, she was chasing around a rabbit trying to fix it's ear. Barbie swore he couldn't hear out of it and that all she needed to do was touch it and he would be able to hear again. That was really weird cuz Ken said she hated animals, thought they were dirty and would make her sick.”
“Wait,” Abby lost her focus. “Ken and Barbie?”
“Yeah, their mother's a bit of a fanatic. Um, your brother seems angry.” He nodded toward the table.
Abby turned to see Dean's face contorted into a frown, and his head beckoning her back to the table. “He's very overprotective, and he loves his beer. Wish me luck, I think his friend has his eye on me. Ain't gonna happen. The guy tried to sneak into the shower with me.” The bartender laughed as she went back to the table.
Abby passed out the beers and took the empty chair for herself. Dean scowled at her. “What was that? Your suppose to be following my lead? Now I bet you blew our cover by flirting with the bartender.”
“I gave us a cover, little bro.”
“You told him I was your brother?”
“I wouldn't hang out with you by choice. Anyway, got a little info. Barbie Johnson, the talk show host, had taken some sudden interest in animals. Tried to heal a bunny before she vanished. And she has a brother named Ken whose the sheriff.”
Dean snickered. “Ken and Barbie.”
Castiel sipped his beer. “Healing animals. Could she be a Glory?”
“Little brother, you make me proud.” Raziel smiled. “ Yes, Barbie is one of God's Glory. She is a healer now.”
Dean leaned into Raz. “So what are the priest and the neighbor? Dammit Raz, stop playing games!”
Raziel laid her hand on his shoulder and his eyes softened.”Dean I can't tell you.”
Abby cocked her head and contemplated the scene before her.
Dean's smile stole his face. “I know Raz. I'm just frustrated.”
“Raz,” Abby borrowed Dean's pet name. “I need to use the ladies room. Do you want to?”
Raz rested her head on Dean's shoulder. “Abby, I'm an angel, I don't . . .”
“Yeah, save it. I just thought you'd wanna fix the raccoon eyes.” Abby got up.
Raziel followed her to the bathroom. She began examining her face as soon as they were there. “My eyes are fine.”
“What are you doing to Dean?”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly. But I am suppose to protect him, remember?” Abby watched as Raziel reached her hand toward her shoulder. “Why are you touching me?”
“Dean is fine.” Raziel grinned and tilted her head.
“Right, that's just your feminine whiles calming him down. Cut the crap, Raz!” Abby pushed the hand from her shoulder and waited for Raziel to respond.
Confusion clouded Raziel's face. She placed her hand on Abby's shoulder again, this time a bit more firmly. “Yes, it's just harmless flirtation.” She smiled and cocked her head again.
Abby grasped Raziel's shoulder and grinned back. “I don't buy it.” Again she smacked Raziel's hand away. “ You're doing some sort of angel mojo on him.”
“Interesting.” Raziel's eyes narrowed. “Okay little Wraith, Dean is calm. I'm doing him no harm. You have to admit his tantrums are a bit tiresome.”
Abby stalked closer to the taller women and lowered her voice. “You listen here angel, you hurt one hair on Dean Winchester's head or mess with our search for Sam, and there's a fire ball with your name on it. Understood?”
“Oh, Cas is going to be so heartbroken. To lose out to his BFF. My poor brother's too shy to even make a move.”
“He wasn't so shy in the shower earlier.” Abby winked, then left Raziel standing in the bathroom alone.
Back at the table, two blonde women had perched on Dean and Castiel's laps. “Hey,Abby, this is Ginger and Tawny. No, no, don't get up. She's my sister, right?”
“Yep, that's right.” Abby fought the urge to laugh and cry at the same time.
Castiel battled with Tawny's hair as she flipped it into his face and mouth. “The females, pff, were just telling us, pff, about Father George, pff.”
“Yeah, him and Mr. Sanders ran off.” Ginger giggled. “They,like, had the hots for each other. Everyone knew it. Father George was hugging him all the time. He even told him he loved him. I guess they just wanted to be together so they ran off.”
“Without the truck?” Abby sneered.
Raziel stood behind her now, leering questionably at Castiel.
“I just know, the last few weeks, they were, like, all over each other. They spent all their time together. Mr. Sanders even spent the night at Father George's house! What's weird is, Mr. Sanders was dating Kathy Martin for, like, ever until his sudden obsession with Father George out of no where. He's not even Catholic.” 'Ginger must be the talker.' thought Abby. Hopefully, that meant Tawny was the brains.
Tawny nodded her head at Ginger's statement. “Yeah.” she sputtered in a breathy voice.
'Apparently not.' Abby thought.
Tawny leaned into Cas and said in a loud stage whisper. “Whose the tall girl looking at you?”
“That is my brother, Raziel.” Tawny eyed him confused.
“Oh,” Ginger snapped. “I get it! Your one of those cross dressers. Great outfit.”
“You don't know the half of it.” Abby muttered.
“Girls,” Dean handed Ginger a wad of bills. “Why don't you go get us a round of beers.”
The girls bounced toward the bar, leaving the quartet around the table.
“I'm gonna go with God's love for three hundred, Alex.” Dean folded his arms across his chest.
“Does that mean someone is targeting God's minions?” Abby bit her lip nervously.
“Wouldn't be a who. A what maybe?” Dean fidgeted.
“An extremely powerful what.” Cas tipped his beer into his mouth.
The beer continued to flow well into the night. Finally, at two a.m., Abby wrestled the keys from her 'brother' and drove them back to the motel. Raziel and Castiel long gone on an angelic mission.
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