1276. The Slave Auction Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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7: The Specialist (kinda).

[shootsdownstars]

ooc: Because I had ideas for Lydia and Abi and couldn't decide because I love you so.

[Welp. Staying home is supposed to keep her safe. She's got her rock salt gun and her holy water and knives hidden all over the house. Devils traps too.

Of course, in all of her training, all of their safeguarding, no one was counting on the remnants of a pack in North Dakota tracking Bobby down to get revenge.

Bobby wasn't there, but considering the pretty girl sleeping upstairs alone is in his house when he isn't, she's got to mean something, right? So. Bobby killed their friend/brother/sister/whoever and they take Bobby's...whatever she is. Fair play, correct?

And hey, look, if she's close to Bobby, she must be close to the Winchesters too! Every monster in the surrounding states is clamoring to take something from them. Abi might as well be it.]

[shootsdownstars]

[She doesn't put up a fight when he pulls the gun out of her fingers, turning to lean against the trunk of the car. Suddenly, she's unbelievably tired and extremely aware of how exposed they are. And she was making a lot of noise.

She stands quickly - too quickly, and she wobbles a bit - to move back towards the car.] We hafta-. We need to move. We have to go.

[wolfy_sam]

Abi. I'm here, okay? I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. [Sam catches her arm, barely resisting the urge to hold her close.] It's not far. Come on.

[shootsdownstars]

[Abi goes quietly, too tired to try and force words that in the end, really mean nothing. Sam can promise all he wants but if the wolves decide they want her back and it's just the two of them, they're screwed and she's not naive enough to try and trick herself into believing otherwise.

She doesn't sleep that night either, only pretending to whenever she's sure Sam's looking, keeping a vigilant eye on the windows and doors otherwise. And when he's not looking, she steals one of his silver knives, tucking it beneath her pillow, hand curled tight around the handle so he can't see.]