"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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I got Dean back to Bobby in one piece, but he remained silent along the way. He was clearly in his head about what happened, replaying the memory over and over again. I was leaning against the door frame that met the kitchen and the living room, Dean was by the window staring out aimlessly. Bobby was leaning against his desk talking to Dean, but I could tell he was in his own world right now.
"Dean? Dean?" Bobby spoke his name, trying to gain his attention. "You listen to a word I said?" Dean shifted his weight between his feet, but remained staring out of the window.
"Yeah, I heard you," he responded. "I'm not calling him," I understood where Dean was coming from, but Sam needed him more than ever right now.
"Don't make me get my gun boy," Bobby threatened, hoping Dean would cave in and phone Sam.
"We are damn near kickoff for armageddon. Don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?" Dean wanted to move on from his brother and focus on what was happening right now. At least he was now facing Bobby.
"I know you're pissed, and I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your-"
"Blood?" Dean cuts Bobby off as they make eye contact. "He's my blood -- is that what you're gonna say?" Dean was feeling mixed emotions right now, and he didn't know which to trust.
"He's your brother, and he's drowning," Bobby was soft in his reply, trying to convince Dean that Sam needed his help now more than ever.
"Bobby, I tried to help him. I did. Look what happened,"
"So, try again," Dean remained quiet as he began to take steps forward, his head down away from Bobby's gaze.
"It's too late,"
"There's no such thing,"
"No! Damn it!" Dean raised his voice and turned back around to face Bobby. "No. We got to face the facts -- Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up -- ran away to stanford first chance he got. And now it's like Deja VU all over again... Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him," Dean was giving reasons why Sam was the way he is, but it was much deeper than that. "Screw him. He can do what he wants," I remained quiet in my position, finding if I speak now Dean would surely have my head.
"You don't mean that," Bobby was quick in the defense of brotherhood and blood was stronger than anything.
"Yes, I do, Bobby," Dean raised his head up from the seated position he was in. "Sam's gone. He's gone... I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was," this was kind of depressing, but I did feel for Dean, but I also felt for Sam. I watched as Bobby turned slowly in his position, now facing his desk. I could see his shoulders tense up, and the anger bubbling within. Out of nowhere, Bobby uses his hands to wipe clean his desk, throwing the books and pieces of paper to the ground in a fit of rage.
"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch!" He exclaimed as he strode over to Dean, who quickly stood to his feet. "Well, boohoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, Princess!" I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but it was more of a mumbled chuckle. "Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good -- bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!" Bobby roars, ripping into Dean like there was no tomorrow.
