Damaged

Chapter Thirty: Pawns

     Weeks drifted by since I had crossed paths with the Winchesters. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, suggesting that they needed the truth or some of it. The reason why I stuck around when I could have outed myself so many times. But instead helped them, and saved them on more than one occasion. I can't believe I was thinking this, but I needed to track the boys down...

The black smoke that transported me to my destination faded, and my sights came to a crappy motel room. I was at the foot of the beds, Sam and Dean in either one, sleeping soundlessly. I think the one person who would slightly understand me would be Sam. Dean would only chop my head off, if he could. My eyes drifted to Sam, and within seconds, he shot up in the bed. He was shirtless, and the covers revealed more of his ripped body.

"Hello Sam," I smiled through the words, as he quickly grabbed the gun under his pillow and pointed it at me. I scoffed at his attempt, but he didn't shoot. But black smoke generated around the gun, and it was out of his grasp within seconds before he could. He threw the covers back, and switched on the lamp that was nearby. Lightening up the room, and showing more off of his muscular body.

"Dean! Dean!" He shouted his brother's name, and kept an eye on me, but I never made any advances to him. Sam shook his brother, wanting to wake from his slumber. "Dean, wake up!" he shook him violently, but he did not wake.

"He will not wake until morning," I voiced, bringing Sam's attention back to me. "I'm not here to hurt you. If I were, you would both be dead," I pointed out the obvious point to my words.

"What do you want?!" Sam spoke through a clenched jaw.

"Believe it or not, to explain myself," I was soft in my reply, but also snarky. As my eyes met with his. But it was kind of distracting to see him only wearing pj pants and nothing else. "To give you a reason why I did what I did-"

"Why should I trust a word that comes out of your mouth? You've lied to us. The whole time we've known you. Nothing but lies," Sam was visibly angry, and crushed by my betrayal. "You manipulated us, tricked us into believing that you were one of us," his voice seemed to lower, but still held the tone of hate and anger. "And you expect me to believe you've come here to explain yourself?!" Sam's emotions were mixed, as his expression was clearly showing them off to me.

"I did what I did to survive. Lucifer is coming Sam, and there's nothing you can do about it," I shot at him, as the devil raising was foretold, and will come to pass. "Lines are being drawn, and I have to choose the right side to be on," it was the bitter hard truth that I had been following since the start of my journey.

"How did you even find us? We have hex bags," Sam cocked his gaze to the hex bags sat center on the end table that was situated in between the beds, as sort of a separation.

"I have my ways," I responded with a smirk not wanting him to know how I actually tracked them down. "Look, I know you don't owe me anything. I know you both want to kill me for what I've done. But at the end of the day, it's down to survival. You get that, Dean gets it. It's part of your work. You wouldn't hesitate to throw me under the bus if it was either my life or Dean's, and I don't blame you," I explained, not moving, just staring deep into his eyes. "That's what I'm doing, looking out for my own survival. Working for Lilith, ensures I get to live another day. These are uncertain times Sam, and I want to live," my voice kept strong as I didn't want to show any weakness in front of him. He remains silent, the words I spoke going through his head.

I released a sigh, turning on the spot, and began to raise my hand up, ready to leave the motel room behind.

"Wait," Sam spoke unexpectedly, making me lower my hand and turn back around to face him. "I need to know," Sam spoke, making me frown for a moment. "The truth while you were pretending," it was another unexpected thing he said that caught me off guard.

"An answer for an answer," I remarked, wanting to know what they have on me. Or what they think my overall purpose was. Sam nodded his head in agreement. Before heading to the foot of the bed, grabbing a shirt. "Please don't dress for my occasion," a flirty smile emitted on my lips, but he discarded my comment and placed the shirt over his head and it rolled down his sculpted physique.

"When you said that about your mother. Was that ever true? About Tom? Was anything true?" He asks, as he sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I didn't lie about my Mother. I did watch her be hung on a tree, that was true," I forked a chair nearby and swung it around, placing it a few inches away from Sam and sat, crossing my leg over the other. "Tom was never real. That was just a lie I spun. Got to admit I was believable," a smile danced across my face but he didn't find it amusing. And my smile faded before long. "My mother was my world, she truly was. And she was ripped from me," I crushed my hand, my knuckles turning white as the memory replied in my mind. Sam remained silent, not sure what to say really. He probably was thinking this was just another lie. "Now," I began, releasing my hand from its clenched fist. "I want to know what Alastair said," my mind went back to the room, my eyes connecting to Sam.

"Dean says that he told him you were far more dangerous than a normal Demon, and you would finish his work," Sam said the words that Dean told him. But I just scoffed at the words.

"That bastard," the words rolled off my tongue with ease. "Trying to take me down with him... Smart," I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning back into the chair as my eyes drifted away from Sam.

"You better go," Sam said, making me bring my eyes back to him. I nodded my head slowly, unfolding my hands, and raising from the chair in a swift motion.

"If it comes down to me or you two," my eyes flicked between him and Dean briefly. "I will always pick me. Have no doubt about that," Sam's expression changed to anger, as he abruptly stood to his feet, his frame towering over me.

"Is that a threat?" He questioned, tilting his head over so slightly.

"No... It's a promise," a smirk came to my face, as I blew a kiss to him. As when it comes down to it, I will always choose me over them. With a single thought, black smoke rose from the ground, encasing me in its darkness. Whisking me on my way.

The day was coming when Lilith would call upon me, I was certain of it, and when that day came. I had no clue what her plans were, not truly. She had her own games running, and we were pawns in it.

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A/N

A short, and brief chapter. I just had this idea of Abigael explaining her actions to Sam. Figuring he'll understand her the most. As Dean would just try and kill her. But I do hope you enjoyed this chapter! I will be doing more original chapters, and later on in the series, doing some romantic chapters. Just cute date stuff, etc. But also, chapters that Abigael explains about her past, and essentially open up to them.