"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 town where death was cheated. It sounded like a good place to be, but the Natural order of things was disrupted in this town. Nature couldn't keep its course if people who were meant to die, didn't. The scales were tipping, and it was for a reason. I had learnt that in a small town in Wyoming, people were not dying, cancer patients, people shot, they simply won't die. As if death took a holiday. The Winchesters surely would be in this case, and tracking them became second nature.
I stood in front of the motel door, they were staying in; The Broken Saddle Motel. Cheap, not five-star material, but it did for them. I inhaled a deep breath, I hadn't had contact with either of them since Truman High. I left them mid-case, as it was personal to them, and I didn't want to get in their way, but I saved their arses. I would rather have watched them die, but Lilith had plans for them both. Without realizing, I was knocking softly on the hard wood of their door. The room became quiet, probably trying to listen to who it was on the other side.
"I love this game of cat and mouse, but I'm not in the mood. So, open the damn door," my brilliant american accent came swaying through the door, alerting the men to my presence. I could hear rushed footsteps coming to the door, and within a second it swung open to reveal Dean staring at me with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Martha?" Was his only reply, as I entered the room without an invitation, while I grabbed his mug off of him in the process.
"It's like fate bringing us together," I remarked, not allowing Dean to interject about his coffee, as I sipped on the hot liquid. "Might just pack a bag and go on the road with you guys," I chuckled at the thought, making Sam and Dean fake a smile at the idea. "Don't worry, I sleep clothed... If you count socks as clothes," I teased while flashing my eyebrows up at them both as they were within my eyesight. "Anyway, I've found out that there's been no deaths since a kid died ten days ago. And by the look of it, you already know," my eyes met with the laptop screen Sam had on the table he was sitting at. But they were silent, their eyes flickering one another and to me, as if to process me being here.
"Where have you been? You ditched us again," Sam was the one to speak up, his eyes holding a gleamer of hurt.
"I knew you both could handle it, and I felt in the way," I spoke the half-truth, I knew they were capable of defeating the Ghost. If I wasn't there, they could have ended up dead.
"That's seems to be your excuse lately," Dean pipes up, making me cock my eyes over to him as he stood at the small kitchen in the room. "Seems to pop in whenever it suits you," Dean held back his anger slightly.
"Really, after everything. You still have doubts?" I responded bitterly, cocking my eyes between both brothers. "Fine... After this case, you don't have to see me again," they made my blood boil, they were not very trusting people. "These souls don't seem to be going into the light, or dragged there," I went back to the task at hand, wanting to finish this case and get out of their hair. The deal with Lilith was going to be over, being around them did something to me, and it wasn't in my character. I noticed Sam pulled a face, to question my statement as if it was a possibility.
