"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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I had to shower to clean myself properly, the filth and the blood that lingered, needed to be washed away to be a good hot soak. Of course, I used a five star hotel shower, Bobby's shower would not be hot, nor clean. I also got a new pair of clothing, the ones I wore were bloody and ripped in places due to the shards of glass.
I walked through the front door of Bobby's, finding the place rather quiet, but I could hear shuffling from down in the basement. I walked freely through the hallway, and towards the basement. I climbed down the steps, and turned to the right, seeing Anna, Ruby and Sam all waiting for something, but their eyes landed on me. I pushed forward towards the iron door that led inside the panic room.
"Where did you go?!" Sam asks with his eyes staring into mine.
"Again I didn't know that we were attached by the hip," I remarked, waving my hands slightly in the air, as if I had committed a crime. But his expression was demanding, and trust needed to be established. I groan softly, knowing I wasn't going to get out of this. "I wanted a shower and some clean clothes. As you can see, and probably smell," I wandered my eyes down to my choice of outfit, allowing my hands to flush in a sweeping motion to indicate this to him. My head reached back up just in time to see Ruby inhale through the nose, though it was sly and brief, she could smell the sweet aroma coming from me.
However, I could hear footsteps creeping from above and dust falling from the cracks. Within no time, the footsteps descended down the basement steps.
"We're here!" Dean yells from the steps as he and this woman descended them. I missed out on what their plan was, but I'll figure it out.
"Pamela. Hey," Sam walks towards the stairs and greets the women.
"Sam?" Pamela asks, making Sam reach out and touch her right shoulder with his left hand, indicating he was in front of her.
"Yeah it's me. It's Sam,"
"Sam? Sam, is that you?"
"I'm right here," Sam was being delicate with her, meaning one thing she was blind. She lets out a 'oh' sound, it sounds a relief to hear his voice as she trailed her hand up to his face.
"Know how I can tell?" She states to him, but out of now where she slaps his arse firmly, making him stiffen up straight and grunt slightly at her action. "That perky little ass of yours," she remarks, finding amusement in what she did. "You could bounce a nickel off that thing," she laughs at the end of her comment. "Of course I know it's you, grump. Same way I know that's a demon," her eyes were shielded by sunglasses, but she kept her gaze on Ruby for a moment. "That the sarcastic girl Dean went on about, Martha," he eyes wandered to the left of Ruby.
"He talks about me. He really cares about me," I remarked with sarcastic lacing my tone, making Pamela crack a smile and a chuckle.
"And that poor girl's Anna. And that you've been eyeing my rack," she went on, her eyes landed back on Sam. He pursed his lips in disbelief, as he wouldn't do such a thing. He began to stammer out words, but he wasn't making a full sentence. Pamela laughs, again finding humor in her teasing of Sam. "Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most," she states, turning her body and beginning to walk towards Anna. "Hey, Anna, how are you? I'm Pamela," she extended her hands out towards Anna, who unfolded her arms and held her hands out for them both to connect.
