"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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After Dean and Bobby collected themselves as they spoke in the kitchen, hoping to talk in private about having me here. It ended up with them having a brief argument about my stay, but that was between them. Dean was currently, sitting to the left of me, hands interlocked as he was leaning forward. Bobby was at his desk, leaning onto it, as he stared out.
"I'm gonna ask one more time," Bobby announces, catching Dean's attention. "Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?" Bobby wasn't sure locking Sam away, and starving him of demon blood was a good idea.
"Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there," Dean responded while standing up from the couch, his eyes never disconnected from Bobby. "The demon blood is killing him," his voice raised ever so slightly, disgusted at the thought.
"No, it isn't. We are," Bobby spoke with a clear expression.
"What?" Dean sounded shocked with his reply.
"I'm sorry," Bobby shook his head and stood up straight. "I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This 'cold turkey' thing isn't working," Bobby wasn't going to sugar coat this any longer, the truth needed to be heard. "If-If he doesn't get what he needs soon... Sam's not gonna last much longer," Bobby was wanting to give Sam his fix, so he would have the chance to live. The air in the room became silent, and from where I sat, I could see Dean thinking true and hard - but he was his older brother, he didn't want to see Sam go down that path.
"No," he finally spoke, shaking his head gently. "I'm not giving him Demon Blood. I won't do it," Dean couldn't provide that for Sam, he couldn't.
"And if he dies?" Bobby asked.
"Then at least he dies human!" Dean shouts, clearly tearing up and upset by it all. "I would die for him in a second. But I won't let him do this to himself. I can't," it was like watching reality TV right now, there was so much emotion. "I guess I found my line... I won't let my brother turn into a monster," Dean was so confident in his brother's safety, that it was kind of touching.
"Dean," my tone was soft as I spoke his name, it was different from all the other times I had said it. "The things he's done. He thinks that they are right," I stood from the couch and approached him as he turned to face me. "But it doesn't mean they are. Take it from someone who knows that all too well," my gaze was soft upon him, and he knew it. He scoffs at my comment, giving me a certain look that could kill.
"You're a demon," he spat at me. "Half or not, you're still a monster," Dean's jaw clenched together as the words fell from his lips.
"And why do you think that?!" I raised my voice, unfolding my arms. I've had enough of his back chat. "I've done things I'm not proud of, I admit that and I live with it everyday. But humanity has screwed me over so many times, that I've lost count," I was visibly angry and he could tell, both could. "We're all damaged in a way. Some more than others," I snapped at him, but I barged forward, hitting his shoulder along the way. But I stopped at the threshold that met with the hallway. I cocked my head over my shoulder to give a glance to Dean.
