"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 kept myself busy, mostly drowning myself in boose, women, and men. I was having a grand-time partying, after all it was the apocalypse. The red silk dressing gown clung to my figure, a thin piece of fabric just keeping me decent. In the penthouse I was currently in, there was a wall full of liquor in the living room, and me and my date were sitting in there.
"This my love, has been aging since Nineteen-Twelve," I announced, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the glass shelf. Spinning around holding the neck of the bottle, and swaying my hips back on over to the couch. "Want a taste?" I teased, grabbing the gown's belt that you tie so the gown isn't loose. But I untied it, doing it in such a seductive way.
"You are such a tease," a voice that was feminine rang through my ears, making me smug at the women half-naked in front of me. She was wearing a simple lace bra and panties.
"You can lick it from places that we explored earlier," I spoke with a gleam in my eyes, while flashing my eyebrows up. She bites her bottom lip, remembering what we did not so long ago.
"Don't tempt me," she replied in a low tone, getting all hot and bothered once again. But I had arrived at the couch and bent over, showing some cleavage, she leans up and places a tender, but passionate kiss on my lips. Things were getting heated, maybe round three was in order.
Suddenly, a phone began to ring out. The call echoed through the apartment, making me groan against the woman's lips. I pecked her lips one more time, before leaning back up straight. Casting my eyes around the room, finding the source of the sound. It sounded dim, as if it was under something. My eyes went straight to the pile of clothes nearby, all messy, and thrown without a care in the world. I dropped the bottle on the couch, and headed over to the pile, before leaning down and shining through. Within seconds, I found it at the very bottom, it must have fallen out of my jeans pocket. I grabbed the phone, and flipped it open, not looking at the caller ID on its small screen.
"Hello," my tone of voice was clearly annoyed, and whoever was on the other end could tell.
"Did I wake you?" Bobby Singer's voice echoed down the line, but it wasn't concern but smug, even from over the phone I could see it now.
"Did catch me at a bad time, so..."
"Wait!" Bobby yells, not wanting me to put the phone down. "Dean and Sam, need your help. They are tracking a guy who's dealing out years. If you beat him at poker, you get your years back," Bobby explained, allowing me to let out a 'hmm' sound. "He sounds very much like a Witch to me," Bobby announces, and he was right, it does sound like a Witch or even a Demon.
"And you want me to do what? Click my heels together and make the evil Witch go away?" I replied sarcastically, but he stumbled out a few words, but I wasn't going to let him start another sentence. "Listen, the end of the world is coming, and I want to live whatever time I have left,"
