"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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Dean explained his plan to us, and I must admit it was a good one but also risky. He wanted him and Sam to astral project into the other side. They were going to leave their physical bodies, and wander the spirit world to find the reaper. He also wanted Pamela to do the spell to send their spirits somewhere over the rainbow. I would have done it but didn't feel like outing myself. They also didn't want me to join them in this, 'too risky' so they say. However, it did let Sam and I have some alone time.
"So, is lying to Dean always on the table for you?" I piped up finally, bringing his attention out of the book he was given. But he gave me this gormless look, like he had no idea what I was talking about. "The way you flew Alastair all the way over, with a simple flick," Sam's eyes widened in surprise, that I shouldn't have known that information.
"I thought you blacked out," Sam replied, but he couldn't find a way to make his defense believable.
"Would it have been easier for you? For me not to know what you did?" I pondered the questions to him, but he remained quiet, not wanting to answer. "I have a sense for evil Sam... And you radiated it," he seemed shocked with my words, but it also hurt him, I could see it clear as day on his face. Even from a few inches away from him, as we sat opposite of beds.
"I'm not," his voice was low and husky, and he believed it so much. "I'm not evil," he repeated his words, wanting to believe them so badly, but there was surely doubt in his mind.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night," I replied, casting my eyes from him. Suddenly a knock at the door brought Sam out of his trance, and made him rush towards it. Opening it up to see Pamela and Dean.
"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are," Pamela states entering the motel room, feeling the counter as she goes along.
"Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes," Sam responded, not clearly thinking after our little talk. Pamela felt the wooden chair under her fingertips, but only chuckled at Sam's comment.
"Aw, that's sweet. Grumpy," she states as she pulled down her sunglasses to show the plastic eyeballs that were simply white. "What do you say to deaf people?" She remarks, placing the glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. "Which one of you brainiacs, came up with astral projection?" Pamela was pissed.
"Take a wild guess," I remarked, leaning back on the bed with my arms extended.
"Yo," Dean replied after a moment, admitting it was his idea.
"Of course. Chachi... So, let's be clear -- you want to rip your souls out of your bodies, and take a little stroll through the spirit world?" Pamela asked, coming over to lean on the frame at the end of the bed. Dean let out a 'mm-hmm' as that was what he wanted to do. "Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" Pamela wasn't pleased with Dean at this moment in time.
"Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so..."
"So, it's nuts," Pamela jumped to the end of Dean's sentence.
