Detective Bowman was not convinced but he knew he couldn't ask more questions without Sam demanding she get a lawyer, so he left. When he left Dean walked him to the front door and slammed it. Sam looked at his daughter in disbelief.

"You lied?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.

Abby got up from the couch. "What else did you expect me to do? I couldn't exactly tell him the truth."

"You shouldn't have said anything," he reprimanded. "Now we have to defend your lie when all evidence points to you!"

"Well, what do you what me to do?!" she yelled back at him with tears stinging her eyes. She quickly wiped away a tear. She was incredibly stressed out by her situation and it wasn't getting any better.

Finally Dean intervened. "Guy's stop. We can figure this out. this family is notorious for maintain lies. Hell, we were pretty convincing FBI agents, sheriffs, national security, health inspectors, park rangers and teddy bear doctors for over 20 years." He tried to get Abby to smile but she was too upset, although she appreciated his efforts.

"So what do we do?" Abby asked. "I don't want to go jail."

"You're not going to jail," Sam said definitively. "We'll lawyer up if we have to, but for now we'll lay low. See if Detective Bowman comes back with more questions."

"Do I have to go to school?" she asked.

"Yes. It looks better if you don't avoid the public and face them head on," Sam told her.

And that's what Abby did. When she got to school, everywhere she went people stared at her. Even her teachers would pass, glaring at her. Most of the day she kept her head down to avoid everybody until she felt her body being pushed into a dark empty classroom. She was pushed so hard that she fell on the teachers desk, knocking over papers and knick knacks. She heard the classroom door close and then lock. Her heart was in her throat and when she looked up she was slightly relieved to see whom it was. It was a very pissed off Lilah.

"Are you kidding me?!" she yelled. "What the hell happened to you?! You just disappeared after Cody's party and the Cody dies and you flee! Tell me this isn't what it sounds like.

Abby gathered herself before answering. "It's not," she firmly stated.

Lilah's shoulders relaxed a little. "So then you were raped too?"

Abby almost dropped to the floor. "How did you know that?" she asked quietly.

"I heard it from a few people at school," Lilah confessed. The rumor had circulated around the school, along with the fact that Abby was a murderer. "So then is it true?"

Abby nodded. She took a seat on top of the teacher's desk. "Yup. Cody Wilson raped me." Saying it now a second time wasn't any easier than the first.

"And you didn't kill him? If he raped me I sure would."

Abby thought about confessing her secret to her friend. She felt like she would understand, but she couldn't risk it. "Well I didn't. And I'm getting pretty tired of people thinking that I did."

She hopped off the desk about to push past Lilah, when she grabbed Abby by the wrist. First it was a very stern grip but it softened just like her face. "Seriously, Abby, if you want to talk, don't hesitate. I'm here for you."

"Then where were you when I was getting raped?" she spat as she jerked her arm away from her grip. She didn't mean what she said. They had been best friends since they were kids, but she felt that she had to distance herself from everyone. The less people knew about her life the better.

xxx

Days had gone by and things weren't improving. She had been labeled as killing the town's hero, but with no concrete proof. She had gotten use to the stares and snide comments but she was about to come to her breaking point. When she opened her locker someone had spray painted "You deserve to get raped". In a hot rage she slammed her locker, ripping the doors off its hinges. Everybody stopped and stared at her, whispering about the incident. Embarrassed and mortified she ran into the girls bathroom that, to her relief, was empty. She felt a similar sensation run through her. The same one right before she killed Cody. She stared in the mirror and watched her brown eyes slowly turn bright blue and her hands conjuring up a blue glow. She quickly turned away from her reflection, closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She did this for about 30 seconds before the odd sensation went away. She checked herself in the mirror and her brown eyes had returned. But then her eyes filled up with tears and she tried her best to hold off a sob but it came anyway.

In the midst of her breakdown she called her father to come pick her up. She just needed a break from everything. More importantly she needed time to think. Abby waited in the school's office until her dad showed up. No one in the office would even look her in the eye. She honestly didn't care, she just needed to get the hell out of dodge before she snapped right there.

Finally she saw Sam walking into school. She began to gather her things when another woman dressed in all black carrying a box filled with random items caught her eye. She looked incredibly familiar for some reason. Sam walked into the office and gave Abby a sympathetic grin. One that said, 'he knew what she must be going through is hell and that we'll be home soon'.

He went over to the office desk to speak to the secretary. "Hey, I'm here to sign out my daughter, Abigail Winchester."

This caught the attention of the woman dressed in all black. She turned to Sam and then looked at Abby with daggers in her eyes. "So then you're the one who killed my son. It's nice to put a face to the murderer."

Abby was frozen. She had no idea what to say or do. His mother must have been there picking up her son's possessions from his locker. She then remembered where she had seen Cody's mother. When she was being raped the only thing she stared at was a picture of Cody's mother and father on a cruise ship. Thank God she had her father there to speak on her behalf.

In fear of this woman striking her daughter, he got in front of her. "Excuse me?" Sam questioned the grieving mother.

In faux pleasantries, she answered, "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Kate Wilson and you can deny all you want that you killed my son but everyone in this knows you did it."

"Just like everyone in this town knows your kid raped my daughter."

Kate scoffs, "Oh please. A teenage girl cries rape when she doesn't get what she wants. My son would never try to have any sort of relations with a slut like you."

Sam had to hold back every muscle in his body not to punch this lady square in the face. He silently walked away, guiding Abby out of the office when Kate yells after them. "I had to burry my son because of what you did to him!"

Sam kept his distance but got close enough so she could hear him without yelling. "Your son put himself in that grave," he gritted through his teeth and then continued to walk his daughter out of the school.

When they got in the car Abby had violently thrown her backpack in the back sear and started banging on the door and the dashboard in frustration.

"UGHHH! I FREAKING HATE THIS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her eyes got blue again, but instead of trying to stop she let it come. Sam got in the car and saw her eyes and instantly freaked out. He hadn't seen this side of Abby before and certainly wasn't expecting it.

"Woah! Abby calm down," he told her as he grabbed her shoulders. He after a few seconds he saw the blue light go out in her eyes.

She sighed, defeated. "She was right, you know."

Sam shook his head, "No. No Abby she wasn't. She-,"

"I killed her son, Dad! I'm a murderer and she was just a grieving mother. You would've done the same thing."

She was right and Sam knew that. He wasn't sure if he would yell at a teenage kid but he would want to. Sam put the car in gear. "Let's just get you home." And with that Sam got her home as soon as he could.

Abby ran to her room without speaking another word. Once Dean got home from work they decided to call Castiel. When Castiel arrived at the house Sam and Dean caught him up on recent events.

"Maybe Cas can give her Nephilim lessons," Dean said putting forth his ideas on how to help his niece.

"I don't want her using her powers at all. We saw where that got her before," Sam said.

"But if she has them she should at least know what she's doing."

Dean and Sam continued to argue until Castiel intervened. "It doesn't matter!"

Dean turned to Cas, "What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

"Nephilim powers are vastly different than an ordinary angel. I wouldn't be able to help her out… not really," Castiel explained.

Before Sam could come up with an answer they heard a knock at the door. Sa opened the door very quickly and regretted it instantly. Standing at the entry way was Detective Bowman.

"Dectecive Bowman? What are you doing here?" Sam stammered. He then gave Sam a letter that had 'WARRANT' in large red letters at the top. The Detective brushed past Sam and was accompanied by 2 other police officers.

"You said I couldn't come back until I had a warrant, so I got one, and your daughter is going to be arrested for manslaughter. Check her bedroom." He told the large police officers looking for her.

Dean and Castiel tried to get in the way of the police officers but it was no use. "Whoa, you can't do that! You have no proof!" Dean yelled at them.

The detective got in Dean's face. "We have all the proof that we need to get it to trial."

The police officers find Abby in her room and drag her out in handcuffs. "Hey! Hey, you can't do this! Stop it!" She yelled and kicked and screamed but it was useless. The police dragged her away like she was some common criminal. Sam didn't know what to do. It felt as if his life was beginning to crumble.

"Abby don't worry, it's okay, I'm going to fix it. Dad's gonna fix everything," Sam yelled after her as he watched the officers put her in the back of the police car.

Now Bowman got in Sam's face. "You better find a good lawyer or else your "innocent" little girl is going away for a long time," he smirked and then left the house.

xxx

Sam locked himself in his room for hours. Dean saw him take a bottle of whiskey and a stack of law books into his room and then locked the door. No matter how much Dean banged on the door, Sam never said a peep. For now, Dean respected his brother's privacy. That was part of the reason he didn't allow Castiel to pop into Sam's room and drag him out.

Inside Sam's room he did spend a great deal going through his law books but eventually he gave up because he knew I was pointless. His daughter killed someone and there was too much evidence pointing at her, plus some vague witnesses. He knew he wouldn't last a second in court. He thought that he could possibly get the sympathy vote since she was raped, but that thought alone made him sick to his stomach. So then the younger Winchester began to drink. With that he thought of more supernatural ways to get his daughter out of prison. And then it all dawned on him. He busted out of his room and stumbled down the stirs where Castiel and Dean sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. They both stood up with a concerned look on their faces.

"We need to summon Crowely." Sam slurred as he stared at his brother with glossed over eyes.

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"To get Abby out of prison we need Crowley," Sam explained wildly.

"The hell we do."

"There's no other way, Dean. The law ain't on our side."

"Why do you think Crowley will help? You haven't spoken t him in ages," Castiel pointed out.

"Exactly!" Dean exclaimed. "Plus, if we ask for his help then we're under his thumb and that's the last thing you want."

"No! The last thing I want is my daughter rotting in hail because of something that is my fault!" The room got silent as Sam let out a small sob. Even though the grace that was inside of him during his pregnancy was Gadreel's and he had nothing to do with the possession, he still felt the murder on Cody was on him. This was his past that was now affecting his daughter and she was paying the price for it.

Dean went to console his brother but Sam rejected it. "I have to try, because she can't walk in that court room and tell the truth without being committed to prison or a psych ward."

Castiel and Dean knew he was right, so even though it went against their better judgment, they conjured Crowley. He showed up pretty quickly, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and wore his usual cunning smile. "Hello, boys. It's been a while hasn't it? Time for a reunion I suppose," Crowley said sarcastically.

"I need your help," Sam said steadily. By this time Sam wasn't as drunk. Dean had poured about 6 cups of coffee down his throat, so he could have a somewhat intelligent conversation with the King of Hell.

"No, 'How's Hell?', 'What have you been up to?', 'You've lost weight?', where has the art of conversation gone?"

"There's not time for that, you dick," Dean replied.

"Then what do you want?" Crowley asked the room.

"I want to make a deal," Sam said.

Castiel stopped Sam from saying anything further. "Sam, that's not what you said."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "You just said you wanted his help."

"And this is how I'm getting it," Sam said.

"No!" Dean argued.

"This is suicide," Castiel added.

Crowley made a ticking sound, signifying his annoyance. "My time is very precious and I'm not staying here all day-,"

"Actually…," Castiel interrupted and then lifted the rug Crowley was standing on to reveal a demon trap painted in red. "…you can."

Crowley sighed and rolled his eyes, "Bullocks... so then what deal does the Jolly Green Giant want to make?"

"My daughter is in prison…," Sam began which, peaked Crowley's interest.

"Really? A convicted Winchester? Well I can't say that I'm shocked," Crowley teased. In an instant Dean pulled out his gun and shot Crowley in the chest. He knew it wouldn't do anything or harm him but it felt right.

The demon once again sighed at the inconvenience and glared at Dean. "Really? I just got this suit," he said looking at smoking bullet wound on his suit."

"She was raped you ass and killed her assailant with her powers," Castiel said. He was getting fed up with Crowley's attitude.

"Powers? What kind of-,"

"She's a Nephilim," Sam quickly answered Crowley before he could ask.

And then it all made sense to Crowley. "And you want me to, what? Take away the pain? Make everyone forget? Have the jury deem her innocent?"

"I want to make it so that no in this town remember this and Abby is set free." Those were Sam's terms.

Crowley had put his palm into his beard to pretend as if he was contemplating this deal. "Hmmm…. no."

"You owe us!" Sam yelled at the demon.

"I owe you nothing! You trap me, shoot and expect me to just do what you want? That's not how I do business, sorry, boys, no deal."

Dean paused for a second. "Then how about we kill you."

Crowley chuckled, "You can't"

Dean threw down a bag full of bones. Crowley's smiled quickly faltered. "Didn't hide your bones as good as you thought." Castiel covered the bones in lighter fluid and then flicked Dean's lighter on.

Crowley stared at flame for a moment before he spoke up. "Fine. I'll make the deal, you ass."

"And no kiss of death. No 10-year contract or even 1 year. And you can't take your word back on it," Dean disputed. He was very familiar with making deals and getting screwed in the end.

"I said I'd do it! But I want one favor from you two."

"No," Castiel deadpanned.

"Rude. You three can't come after me once this deal is done. No more hidden demon traps, no summoning's-,"

Dean didn't like the way this was going. "Hell no, I'm not agreeing to that."

"Deal," Sam said. Dean gave his brother a very sharp look. "It's fine, Dean."

"The hell it is!" Dean thought Sam was giving in too easily.

"But you gotta promise me you're not planning on doing some kind of world domination crap."

Crowley scoffed, "Please. You haven't seen me in over 15 years, ever wonder why? Because I'm running a tight ship in Hell. Demons come up, make a few deals, and come home to Daddy. That's it. I'm not one for showmanship."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine, but the second you go back on your word-,"

"I'm a dead man, yes I know. But to make the deal you need to let me out." Dean once again pulled out his gun and shot the floorboards, where the trap was painted, breaking the bind. "That's better, but Sam you still need to seal the deal." Sam looked at him horrified. "Hey, if your beloved Bobby had to do it what makes you think you don't?"

Sam sighed, "Let's just get this over with." Sam got closer to Crowley, hesitant to kiss the King of Hell. Crowley grabbed Sam's shirt and brought him in for the kiss. In disgust Dean and Castiel looked away. Sam pushed Crowley away after their kiss. "Ugh!" Sam wiped his mouth with his sleeve, trying not to vomit.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." Crowley disappeared and Cas, Sam and Dean looked around slightly confused.

"Where did he go?" Castiel asked.

Before Sam could answer the house phone rang. Sam answered it. "Yes, this is he. I'm sorry what? Yeah, I'll be right there. Okay, thank you." Sam hung up the phone and Dean and Castiel waited with anticipation. Sam combed his hand through his hair. "It was Detective Bowman, he said they made a mistake in arresting Abigail."

"It looks like Crowley kept his word," Castiel said.

"Yeah, we'll see," Sam said, unsure if Crowley helped them out.

Sam raced to the precinct to pick up Abigail. Abigail waited patiently in the waiting room with her belongings. The second Sam saw her she ran up to her father.

"Dad!" she wrapped herself around her Dad. "You got me out. How did you do it?" she whispered in his ear. He was surprised she knew. He thought that the spell would make her forget the whole thing, but it really wasn't that important right now.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart. Let's just get you home," he whispered back in her ear.

Sam signed his daughter out of the jail, got in the car and drove home. When Abigail got into the house she did a quick survey of the living room. She noticed the gunshot in the floorboards and the red paint on the ground and the whole house reeked of sulfur and herbs.

"What happened here?" She said as she pointed at the gun shot in the ground and the red paint.

Dean greeted her at the door and said, "There was a bug."

"So you shot it?" she questioned.

He shuffled his feet. "It was a big bug."

"What really happened?" she asked again, this time expecting the truth.

Her father closed the front door behind him and guided her away from where they summoned Crowley. "I told you not to worry about it. You're home now and that's all that matters."

"Yeah, but if you did something I have the right to know."

"I told you that it's alright."

"Dad, I was just in jail for murder. What did you do?" She gritted.

Castiel was off putted by the fact that she knew something was at foul play. "She remembers?" he asked Sam.

Sam closed his eyes in frustration. If Abigail didn't think something was up she certainly does now.

She crossed her arms and said, "Remembers what?" Once again she asked, "What did you do?" She was tired of being in the dark.

"We made a deal with Crowley," Sam confessed.

"We?" Dean mumbled. The whole summoning Crowley thing was not his idea and he certainly didn't' want the credit for it.

"Wait, who's Crowley?" she asked.

"The King of Hell," Dean explained.

She shook her head in confusion. "Why do you know the King of Hell personally," she asked frightened for his response.

"I told you how me and your uncle lived our lives before you were born. Well Crowley was a demon that we frequently did business with."

"And sometimes not by choice," Dean added in. Abigail had a hard time understanding why her Dad and Uncle were pals with a demon. Especially one with the kind of power to have everybody forget about what she had done.

She sat down in the kitchen and tried to grasp at her life. "Too bad we can't erase the rape," she said as she toyed with a fray on her shirt.

Sam took a seat across from her and took her hands. "I'm so sorry, baby. If you want to move we can." Sam was so sincere he just wanted his daughter to feel safe again. She thought about her dad's preposition. She loved the town she was in. she had friends here, but then again if she moved she could start all over again. She couldn't decide whether starting all over again was a good thing or a bad thing. "You don't have to decide right now, I'm just saying…"

She answered quickly, "No. No, it's okay. I want to stay," she decided.

"You sure?" she asked with his eyebrow raised. He was always one to run from town to town when things got hairy. He admired her bravery.

"No matter where I go I'm going to have these powers. I have to learn to deal with them. Cas can help with that, right?"

"Yes, I'll try my best to assist you," Castiel said trying to give her some hope.

"But I want you to talk to someone," Sam said seriously.

"Like a shrink?" she scoffed. "You want me to talk to a shrink about how I'm a Nephilim? You know a therapist who's that understanding?"

Sam chuckled. "Actually there is a very understanding woman that can help you. Her name is Sheriff Jody Mills."

"A cop?" She said incredulously.

"Not just a cop," Dean said. "She's a brilliant hunter. She knows the world."

Sam agreed. "I don't want you to keep things bottled up."

"I won't," she said quietly.

"Good," Sam smiled at his daughter. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad." She couldn't help for a smile to break through. She thought that maybe things could get better.

The End