Hi everyone! I know, it's been super long since I last updated this. I wish I could promise I'd be updating more consistently, but college life is crazy. Sorry. Anyways, here's a new chapter! Hope you guys enjoy!

Abigail and Dean circled each other warily. They had worked together on blade work for the last hour, with Abigail coming up on top in most of the bouts. Dean may have been stronger, but Abigail had trained for her entire life under an Angel, and was fast, smart, and skilled. Now, however, they were in a whole different ballpark- hand to hand combat. So far, neither had been able to get the upper hand.

Dean lunged first, aiming low, but Abigail just danced out of the way, kicking out at his knee to try to knock him over. However, Dean was fast and was able to grab her leg. Twisting hard, he sent her tumbling to the ground. Abigail rolled to her feet as Dean lunged for her again. As fast as Dean was though, he was nowhere near Castiel's speed. Abigail waited for him to get close and then sidestepped, sending him off balance. Then, grabbing his arm, she threw him to the ground and then placed her foot on his neck. "I win," Abigail said, laughing. Dean grunted, and she lifted her foot to allow him to stand.

"Christ you're fast," Dean cursed, getting to his feet.

Abigail shrugged. "You try training with an angel, see how fast you get."

"So I suppose Alistair doesn't count then?" Dean asked as he pulled his shirt off over his head to take a look at where Abigail had nicked him with a blade earlier in the evening. His side was covered in red marks that would soon bruise, but Abigail fixated on the hand print shaped one on his left shoulder.

"What's that?" She asked, motioning to his arm.

"What, this?" Dean asked, glancing back down at the cut on his side.

Abigail shook her head. "Not that. The one on your shoulder. Looks like a burn." She stood up to get a closer look but Dean stepped back.

"It's fine. It's just a... token. From my time in Hell." Again Abigail took a step closer, gently tracing her fingers over the mark.

"This is from Castiel, yeah? From when he pulled you out of Hell." Dean nodded and Abigail took a step away so that she could face him. "He never told me, you know."

"Who never told you what?"

"Castiel. He never told me about you being in Hell. I never knew why he went there until Sam mentioned it to me."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Strange. I guess he just didn't want you to know you had a brother."

"Yeah I suppose so." Abigail mumbled, grabbing her jacket. She and Dean, knowing they would have probably destroyed the motel room if they sparred there, had headed out into the forest behind the motel. When they got back to the room, Sam was there on his laptop.

"Got any new leads Sammyboy?" Dean asked. Sam gave him Bitchface number 5.

"No. But I did find a bar about 2 miles down the road. Wanna go make some cash?"

"Yeah, I'm game. Besides, could use a few drinks after the beating Abby just gave me." Abigail rolled her eyes at the nickname, but otherwise stayed silent.

"Sounds good. But first, you gotta shower dude cause you reek."

"Bitch," Dean grumbled, grabbing a towel and heading off towards the bathroom.

"Jerk!" Sam shouted after him.

Abigail smiled and went to grab a change of clothes for herself. As the shower began to run, Sam looked at the bathroom door and then back at his sister. "Hey Abigail?"

"Yeah?" She said, glancing up from the two plaid shirts she had been deciding between.

Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I don't know how you got Dean to train with you, but however you did it I just wanted to say thanks. He's been happier in the past 2 weeks than I've seen him in awhile"

Abigail smiled. "No problem. Anything for my brother."

Sam smiled. His hustle was going well. Dean had just sold the guy on the fact that Sam was wasted beyond belief (as if two beers could really get him drunk), and it really helped that Abigail was sitting nearby, flirting with the other guy and causing him to focus less and less on pool. Dean had vehemently objected to using their sister as bait, but Sam couldn't deny that she definitely made hustling the guy easier.

Sam had just shot when he glanced up and noticed a girl with dark hair sitting in the corner of the bar. "Keep the money." He said, dropping his cue.

Dean and Abigail looked at him as if he had sprouted an extra arm. "Keep the money?" Dean exclaimed, but Sam ignored him and just walked over towards the girl. Dean followed her gaze and growled. "Ruby."

Abigail followed his gaze. "But, but... that's a demon!" She whispered. Dean nodded. "Are we going to kill her?"

"No, Ruby's friendly. Or at least, Sam thinks so." Dean's eyes never left Sam, who was now chatting with the demon.

"You don't agree?"

"I just think it's suspicious that I die, and when I come back Sam is BFFs with a demon."

Just then Sam began to head back towards them. "Hey guys, so Ruby just told me that there's girl who broke out of a locked room the other day. Apparently all the demons are out looking for her."

Abigail blinked. "Wait- I think I heard something about that."

"What, like on your angel radio?" Dean asked. Abigail punched him.

"Seriously though guys, if the demons and the angels are out looking for this girl, she must be in some serious trouble."

Sam clapped his hands. "Okay then, its settled. We go find this Anna then."

Abigail chuckled. "That's funny, my mom's name was Anna."

Wooo, foreshadowing. Yes, I know it's a filler chapter. But hopefully I'll be updating a lot more now. As always, comments are always welcome.