"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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It didn't take me long to find where Alastair was doing the ritual. I could see the warding on the Funeral Home exterior walls. Some heavy duty protection, not wanting anyone to enter that they didn't want. I swayed my hips into the main area of the building, seeing a symbol drawn onto the floor, an old man, and a young woman unconscious in the symbol. Their auras were different to that of Demon and Angels. It felt like death - meaning only one thing. These two were reapers, and the ones that stopped death in this town.
"Martha, honey," Alastair's new meatsuit spoke, a slight lisp in his words. "What a surprise," his eyes wandered to my body, the leather clinging to my figure.
"We love a good sacrifice. Even if they're technically dead," my eyes cocked between the two reapers, both unconscious ready to be killed. "This seal needs two to break I see," I crossed my arms over my chest, my eyes glazing over at Alastair.
"What do you have to report?" Alastair spoke, not wanting me to linger here. "Or are you just here to tease me?" He arched his eyebrow up at me, licking his lips in a seductive way.
"The Winchesters, they're Astral Projecting, their bodies are back at a motel. They're going to come this way and try to stop you," I gave Alastair a knowing look, but he simply smiled back at me, finding them coming wasn't a problem. He walks softly towards me, one foot in front of the other.
"My sweet Martha, let them come," he was calm in his reply, like he was anticipating their arrivals as he stood an inch away from me. "Maybe you'll stay for the show?" He raised up his hand and used the back of his fingers to rub down my left cheek. His touch was cold, but I did not react to him.
"You know my cover," I responded to him, shifting my head slightly to the left, getting away from his cold touch. "I'm not going to blow it now," Alastair dropped his hand back to his side, his eyes just burning into mine. But something behind them, knew something that I did not.
"It's time for the betrayal," he said, those words shook my core. I didn't think it would happen so soon. "You've grown to care for them," his words made my eyes widen in shock. "Don't deny it, little one, I have ears everywhere. But you are conflicted, show me that you can still serve," Alastair wasn't going to give me many options. If I do not comply with his will, then I will surely be killed. And if I out myself to the Winchesters, their trust in me will dwindle in seconds. This was about my own survival, these boys were a means to an end, and it was time to let the Demon out of the bag,
"As you wish," a devilish smirk danced across my lips. "I can't wait to see the look on their faces," I announced with a smirk fading from my face. It was time they knew the real Martha...
It didn't take Dean and Sam long to find their way to the Funeral Home - well their Astral selves of course. I see them beating up a Demon that lured them into the middle of the stage where a coffin was, but also where the trap I suggested to Alastair. I could hear the groaning sound of a demon as he ran to tie the iron on its chain, trapping them within.
