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oldMalverse. Serenity. Talking to Dean

Abby wasn't present much lately. Mostly hiding in the engine room, waist deep in work. She was safe with Serenity. No worrying about Vi or Sammy or the Cap. No thinking about Dean and if he felt for her the way she did for him. If he even knew she was there.

Even if any of them knew.

It was just Serenity and her here. Just her and her girl.

Though, no matter how she tried to deny it, the concerns eat at her mind. Those eyes of Sammy's from the last time they talked still haunted her.

So many questions. Questions that she didn't know how to ask.

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Dean rubbed his head, wondering how he'd managed to walk into a door frame, then cocked his head and listened for his brother. Failing to hear any yelling, he decided to just assume that everything was alright and continued on his way toward the engine room. "Abby? The Captain says it's dinner time."

She pokes her head out from behind the engine with a mild look of concern. Dean came to fetch her for dinner?! That never happens! He usually avoids her like a cat avoids water.

"Oh...ok. Thanks Dean." she says softly moving to wipe her hands on a rag. "You ok?" she asks after a moment as she points to his forehead.

He ruefully thought to himself that none of the girls he'd dated in school would ever have believed that Mr. Suave Winchester would ever have to admit that... "I missed the doorway on the way out of the kitchen."

Then he frowned into the hammock that hung to one side of the door and picked up a duck egg. "What...?"

It totally smacked of his brother's work.

She tries to hide the giggle at his confussion, but it didn't work very well. Though when Dean mentioned and even picked up Sammy's gift, Abby had a reason to giggle that wouldn't hurt Dean's feelings.

So, she did.

"Well, I found that when I came back up here from lunch." she explains as she walks closer to the doctor. "I think your brother gave it t'me."

"Green eggs." He shook his head and smirked slightly, then started as the door swung shut and clicked ominously. "What the... Sammy!"

Abby giggles and reaches out to caress the egg. "Yeah...that's my Sam."

Just than the door slammed and clicked causing Abby's head to turn with a jerk. "Oh Sammy!" she sighs moving to the door quickly and trying to open it.

"Oh please Sammy let us out!" she pleads a bit when in all reality that would be no place she would rather be.

He set the egg in the hammock and used his fist to pound on the door. "Sammy, this isn't funny. Abby's going to get scared. Let us out."

There was no reply, only the faint sound of retreating footsteps and jaunty whistling.

Dean groaned and rested his head against the door, then bent to examine the door catch. "Sorry."

Faint blush. "Oh...well, it ain't your fault." she says quietly as she pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. "Someone should be about soon t'let us out."

She moves to pick up the egg and than sit in her hammock with the lag in her lap. Her eyes still on Dean, studying him.

"I bet you could use th'break any ol'how." she suggests. "Ya work t'hard. Think that's why ya runnin' int' walls."

He sighed and rested his head against the door, the coolness feeling good on his bruise even though the pressure hurt. "Sam's been up all night since you stopped sleeping with us. I've been...." He groaned and rubbed his face. "Trying to keep up with him."

Her eyes cast down to the egg in her lap. She felt guilty. She never meant to hurt Sam or Dean but if she kept sleeping in their room, her heart would break altogether. A nod and she stands. She turns to gently place the egg in the hammock before she steps closer to Dean and places a gentle hand on his shoulder in comfort.

"Sam told me off this morning." With the sudden lack of things to do his brain started to shut down. "Sounded just like Dad."

His jaw clenched slightly as he thought of his father.

She swallows. "What 'e tell ya off about?" she asks softly.

His face reddened slightly, but he was just a little too asleep to really be able to censor what he said.

"Ignoring you," he whispered.

Her face reddened as well as the awkward smile appeared on her lips. "Ig..ignoring me?" she asks in a whisper as well. "Oh..oh 'e didn't have t'do that..." she says trying to search for something to say.

"He thinks he does." Dean's voice was low. "Keeps insisting we're supposed to be together."

Then his mind caught up with his mouth and he was really blushing. "Oh... crud."

Her hand falls from his shoulder as she takes a cautionous step back. Her face is neutral though, hiding whatever she is feeling.

"Oh...oh well, that's...that must be hard....." she trails off and rubs her arm absently. "Have...have ya tried tellin' 'im ya don' wanna be wit' me?"

Dean winced and blushed harder, hand over his mouth in his classic 'oh crap' expression. "He gets pretty upset when I lie."

Her own blush matches his own. "I...I..oh..." her eyes cast down for a moment and than look back up at him. "Oh this is silly!" she exclaims simply.

"Dean Winchester! I like you, but your driving me batty as well! C'n see why your brother told ya off." she says softly shaking her head. "Geesh, when all ya had t'do was ask me out!"

((o_o I think I need an icon for this guy if I'm accidentally using the one for my other Dean))

"I can't!" His voice was low and intense. "Sammy needs me. I've got to find a cure for him before I can focus on anything else."

((*Mun smacks Dean upside the head.*))

Her eyes cast down. "Sammy's important." she whispers but looking up. "But, one day, honey, you'll realize ya missed th'boat."

She turns and walks over to her hammock to lay down in it. She cuddles the egg close and closes her eyes. Just because she was locked in a room with him doesn't mean she had to talk to him anymore. It hurt too much.

[Hehehe. I know what ya mean ;) Oh and *smacks Dean too* Bad Dean! No cookie!]

He started and looked at her, his heart wrenching as he saw the sadness on her face. "Abby...."

"Yeah?" she answers as her eyes open to look up at him.

His fist went to his mouth, green eyes tormented as he felt pulled in two directions.

-But Sammy himself says that I'm supposed to be with her.... God, what do I do?-

"I'm a fugitive criminal. I've killed people. A lot of them."

Maybe she wouldn't want him after she knew what he really was.

Her eyes close again and she cuddles up into a ball. "Ya'll never hurt me or th'crew. Ya did what ya did fer Sammy an' that's why I like ya so much. You're brave. I ain't brave." she whispers.

He swallowed and touched her hair gently, thinking of how his brother loved her and realizing that the thought of a life with no Abby there hurt.

Her eyes close tighter as she feels his hand touch her.

"Abby...." His tired brain raced, trying to figure out what to say. "We... can help him together?"

Her eyes open again to look at him. "Been tryin' t'tell ya that all along, honey." she says softly.

He swallowed and closed his own eyes, feeling all his guilt and sadness over Sam rising up to choke him again. "I'm sorry."

Then he absently reached into his pocket and started as his fingers touched a piece of paper. "What?"

Abby shakes her head a moment and was about to say "It's alright" when he asked his question. She sits up a bit, her face now wearing a mild expression of confusion. "What?" she tries to clarify.

He pulled it out and opened it, his eyebrows shooting up at his brother's neat but slightly spidery handwriting. A quick read and he sighed and handed it to Abby.

Abby looks the note over with a concern look before it breaks into a small smile. She looks up at Dean and hands him back the note. "Would seem your brother knows ya better than anybody." she says with a small smile.

Dean nodded, then offered his hand. "But if we're going out then I'm NOT sleeping with you."

See Dean blush.

See Abby match Dean's blush as she takes his hand and seats up.

"At least not yet." she teases. Yep, she truely is her mother's daughter.

"Not till there've been some vows and a ring," he said firmly.

Abby blushes and casts her eyes down. She didn't want to insult him. She was only teasing anyway.

"Hey." He gave her the same kind of hug he gave his little brother, only with leaning down instead of up, then sighed and nodded off for a moment before jerking awake.

She hugged him back gently with a small smile. It felt nice to be in his arms. Safe and warm. Though when she jerked awake, she realized maybe he needed her hammock more than she did.

She pulled out of the hug and stood up, "Here." she says motioning to the hammock. "I think you need my hammock more th'n I do an' I still got some work t'do on Serenity." she offers. "You c'n take a nap while I work 'till Sammy lets us out......if ya want that is."

He frowned at her slightly in concern, afraid that he'd blown it again, but too sleepy to do much more than struggle for wakefulness. It felt like his brain had just jumped off a cliff into a sea of sleepy.

A gentle kiss to his cheek to reasure him. "Go ahead, honey. Ya need th'rest." she says softly moving him towards the hammock.

He sighed and nodded, then paused and looked at the egg. "Do you know how to make that thing hatch?"

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