"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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Sam and I had managed to wake Dean and take him back to the motel room. Sam did go back out to see what else he could find out. I stayed to attend Dean's minor wounds. He just needed an ice pack, and a lay down. While he was holding some ice wrapped around a towel that the room had.
"Keep it pressed to your head," I instructed Dean, coming over and grabbing his hand, and putting pressure onto it. He winches at my firm grip on his hand and pressing the ice to his head.
"Gentle," was the single word that fell from his lips. "I would like to have a head after all of this," he was snarky in that comment, making me roll my eyes and shoved his head gently away, taking a few steps back.
"We'll be lucky to get out of this alive," I retorted, now that Alastair was back in the picture, but him being here I could not foresee. I didn't even know that he was here to break a seal. That's the only reason I can think he's here. "Are you going to be ok?" I lowered myself onto the opposite bed of Dean, his eyes looking at me and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Is that genuine concern I hear?" He was snarky, and even titled his head to the side a little bit. I did sound concerned for his well-being, and that was not like me.
"No," I shot back quickly. "It was just a question," was all I said, my eyes darting away from his knowing look. "Just lay down, you might feel better," I instructed him, but he couldn't say no to a lay down. Dean leaned back onto the bed, keeping the ice on his head.
"I want to know something," I said after a minute of silence between us.
"What?" He replies in a bitter way, as if he had no time for questions.
"What is Sam? There's a dark feeling I get in my stomach. It's evil," I was blunt in my reply, but it sounded bitter, and filled with disgust.
"Sam's not evil," Dean was firm in his reply as he shot upright, connecting our eyes. "So, keep your mouth shut. You don't know what you're talking about," Dean was snappy in his reply, finding my comment disrespectful, and the hint of anger filling his words and eyes. I remained quiet, my eyes just burning into his, but after a moment, he reclined back to his laying down position. Taking my silence as confirmation for keeping my mouth shut. Five minutes passed, and I remained on the bed, my eyes drifting from Dean to the floor, not wanting him to get the feeling he was being watched, but it also gave me time to think about Sam and his demonic powers. I've heard the stories, and what Lilith had told me about him. But being near him, actually seeing him use these powers, was overwhelming.
"How you doing?" Sam's voice echoed in my ears, bringing me out of my head, as I twisted my head over to the door seeing him hold a smirk.
"I'm in pain, that's how I'm doing. I think I have a concussion," Dean retorted, not leaning up to look at his younger brother.
"You want some aspirin?" Sam suggested some medication to ease his pain.
"No thanks, House," Dean replied, leaning up as he spoke, mocking Sam. "So, Demons, huh?" Dean locked eyes with his brother.
