"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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When you do something bad, you tend to feel it afterwards, but I simply did not. After my betrayal, I was essentially free to do what I wanted. Free to live a life that didn't include the Winchesters. Though I was still tethered to Lilith for now, her orders were none existent, at this moment. She will play my card when she needs me. But for now, I was going to revel in my freedom. On the other hand, the Winchesters were trying their best to Hunt me down, looking for me in different states. Trying to catch up to the big bad monster that I was, and was willing to do anything to put me down and save poor 'Martha'. But the truth was not what they thought. For now, the chase was on, and it was thrilling to live day by day knowing that at any time the Winchesters could simply find me and I would kick their arses.
I was dressed formally, as I had been invited to an auction, it was where the high bidders were. The posh and wealthy, my kind of crowd. It had been weeks since I saw the boys last, and that I had heard of the death of Alastair - which came as a shock, but he was on borrowed time anyway. But this wouldn't stop Lilith from breaking more seals as she could now.
My heels clicked against the marble flooring of the auction house. It was massive, people dressed fancy, and in another room was the auction. Though it wasn't time to start it yet. I navigated through the crowd, finding my way easy to the bar. Luckily, it was an open bar so it was free, the way I liked it.
"Champagne Miss?" The bartender asks kindly, making me nod my head to him. He pulled free a tall champagne glass, and pulled the bottle from under the counter. He poured the bubbly liquid into the glass, filling it halfway, before pushing the glass towards me. I have a brief smile, taking the glass into my hand and raising it up to my lips, sipping on the bubbly liquid that easily went down my throat.
Recently throughout the weeks, I've been going to multiple auction parties, like this one, and stealing the most valuable items that were on the list. You could say I was leaving breadcrumbs for the Winchesters to follow. I was in it for the thrill. By now they would have figured out that these robberies seemed a bit too supernatural for the police.
I turned in my position leaning against the bar, my eyes scanning through the crowd that were mingling. Maybe by any chance the Winchesters would have caught up by now. Suddenly, there was a presence by my side but I just smirked into my glass, taking another sip.
"Took you long enough," I remarked, lowering the glass down and turning my head to the left. There he was, Dean Winchester. He had his hair neat, a simple tux that he probably stole. But damn he looked good in a suit.
"So, it was you," he spat through a clenched jaw. "You killed those people too?!" He shouts in a low voice, trying not to raise suspicion.
"How else would I steal those items," I was smug in my reply, as I saw him clench his fists, restraining himself from reacting. "Go ahead, hit me. See where it lands you," the smugnesses never faded my lips. "We both know you won't make a scene in front of these people," he knew that I was right, and he hated it. "I imagine your giant brother is lurking around somewhere. I'll scream 'giant' if I see him," I took a step forward, and Dean gripped my forearm, not allowing me to advance any further. I darted my head at him, his eyes full of anger.
