"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 just watched, and allowed Sam to leave with Ellen. I didn't have any worries, they were experienced Hunters, and both could handle themselves in a fight. Ellen was just made from that fighter's cloth, I could just sense it from her.
It had been an hour at best, and Dean couldn't stop pacing in front of the table, as everyone was sitting around it. He was nervous, and it was understandable, but he was also making me nervous. I flicked my eyes up from the bible I was reading, though I was hardly paying any attention. I could hear the mumbling of the Pastor for the Church, he was praying, but it wasn't going to do him any good.
Suddenly, a hard knock came swiftly on the door, alerting everyone. While everyone cocked their heads to the door. Dean rushed on over, and parted the small image that was parting it from the peep hole. It only took Dean a few seconds to see who it was, and reclined back and began to move a piece of wood from in front of the door. Dean rips open the door, allowing the one and only, Ellen to enter, but she was alone.
"Where's Sam?" Dean's voice echoed throughout the room, but Ellen remained quiet as she approached the table, placing her shotgun down. Her head turned to Dean, and slowly shook her head, and sat down on a chair.
"They took him?" The pregnant woman spoke, frightened. "Demons took him? Oh, my God. What if they're in here -- the demons?" She was freaking out, and it was getting everyone else to freak out.
"Could they get in?" The Pastor spoke, eyes locking onto Dean.
"No," he replied. "Everybody sit tight," Dean raised his voice to get his point across, before turning to walk to the door. "I got to," his words got lost, as he reached the door. His head snapped back to look at all the people in here. He was having difficulty choosing between saving his brother, or saving these people. "Ok, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything," he swiftly walked back over, his eyes never leaving Ellen's. Dean sat down, and began to chat to Ellen about what happened.
I closed the Bible and placed it back on the shelf, finding it not the right time to read this. I watched from the corner, observing everyone. But something scratched at the back of my mind, someone was missing from this group.
"Padre, you know what she's talking about -- the water?" Dean's voice echoed in my eyes, bringing me back to the room, and seeing him locked with the Pastor.
"Uh, the. The River -- ran polluted all of a sudden," the pastor states, walking a few steps towards the table.
"When?"
"Last Wednesday," Austin - the army guy - said. "And the demon thing started up the next day," he inputted, coming to stand next to the Pastor.
"Anything else? Anything,"
"Maybe. But it's pretty random," Austin states, finding the information he had was going to sound strange and pretty weird.
"Shooting Star -- does that count. Real big. Same night -- Wednesday,"
