"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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A new morning began, I was wearing what I had yesterday as it was still fresh, and I didn't bring a bag of new clothes. I slipped on the right heel, as I was now dressed for the day. However, my hearing picks up music coming from the car park, outside of the hotel. I walked on over to the window, and parted the cream veil, and looked out to see the Impala, bobbing up and down, playing 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor. I frowned, as Dean was enjoying himself too much with this sickness. I rolled my eyes, before letting the veil fall back over the window, and walked away towards the door, as my heels clicked each step of the way. I better go and mingle with him, see if he's ok...
I pushed open the hotel door, the fresh air hit my exposed legs, and the sun shone down on my face. Just in time to see the broad back of Sam, striding on over to the Chevy, and peer inside. It lasted a few seconds, before he banged on the hood, alerting Dean to his presence and made him shoot up. He switched off the radio, and began to exit the car as I stride my hips over to them. My heels clicked against the pavement of the ground, alerting the men to my arrival but Dean was our main focus right now.
"Look at this," I heard the back end of his comment, as he extended his arm out to Sam, allowing him to look, and I also got an eyeful.
"Carpet burns?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, a small smile coming to my face, but as Dean locked eyes with me, he didn't find my joke funny at this moment in time.
"I just talked to Bobby," Sam states, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand, as he did go ask Bobby about ghost sickness.
"And?" Dean asked, but Sam handed over a box of donuts from a nearby diner he must have gone too.
"Um, well, you're not gonna like it," Sam responded, as Dean sniffed the box for a second, and turned and threw it into the car, meaning he wasn't hungry. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sam pull a perplexed complexion, meaning that wasn't natural for Dean to do.
"What?" Sam kept quiet for a second, pulling a face, before finding it alright to speak.
"It's ghost sickness," he states, meaning I was right. I was never wrong when it comes to the supernatural.
"Ghost sickness?" Dean questioned, not sure if it sounded right on his mouth.
"Yeah,"
"God, no," Dean looked defeated for a moment, before raising his head back up to meet our gaze. "I don't even know what this is," he admitted, making me cross my arms over my chest, looking at him with a 'really' expression.
"Ok. Some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease, which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes," Sam explained the basics of what it was, as Dean on the other hand looked like he was struggling to keep up.
"Ok, get to the good stuff," he hurried Sam along, not wanting to be here all day.
"Symptoms are you get anxious, and scared, then really scared, then your heart gives out. Sound familiar?" Sam questioned, knowing that the three victims had the same symptoms as Dean has right now.
