"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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With Dean dressed, and ready to go, after he was ashamed by a hot maid. He just wanted to leave the motel room behind, and forget that ever happened. We all forced ourselves into Bobby's van, Sam and I in the back as Bobby was in the passenger side and Dean was driving. Even at his age, they can still drive.
We were parked up, seeing a man come from a pub, and Dean pointed out that it was Patrick. He straightens his outfit, before checking the time on his watch. Suddenly, he steps out to watch, going through the road. Out of the blue, a car engine revved, and came flying past the van. Not allowing Patrick any time to react, but to get hit. The sound of tires squealing to a stop rang out, but the damage was done. I had the feeling that he wasn't going to be staying down for long. As the nice car stopped, the driver got out and rushed on over to him, seeing him dead. The driver runs off to a nearby construction where two guys were, pleading for help. However, at that time Patrick got up without a starch, and opened the car door and got in and simply drove away. I rolled my eyes at the showmanship, there were faster ways of getting that car.
"I got to say," Dean laughed through the words. "I kind of like the guy," he was impressed with that parlor trick. I shook my head as I saw Sam stare at his brother in disbelief. The engine started up, and we began to tail Patrick. We reached a hotel in town, and waited for him to leave. It felt like forever, and I was getting bored, real quick. Luckily, we see Patrick leave the hotel and get into the car he stole.
We all hurriedly got from the van, getting Bobby in his wheelchair and made it up to the entrance. Dean opened the door for Bobby and Sam, who was pushing the wheelchair. We all entered, and noticed a sign saying that the elevator was out of order.
"Well, I'm out," Bobby announces, not looking pleased with himself.
"Go, I'll stay with handicap here," I remarked. Bobby made a grunt sound, not liking the word, but the boys agreed with a simple nod and off they went up the stairs. Dean was going to be so knacked. I turn around, to stare at Bobby who gave me the evils. "Don't give me that look," I state, my eyes wandering up and down him.
"Handicap? Really?" He asked, as if pissed with my choice of words.
"Would you prefer disabled?" I joked with him before he got all moody, and spun himself around and wheeled himself away. But I raised my hand up, and his wheels stuck to the ground, not allowing him to move. He used all of his strength but couldn't budge a single wheel. "I know it's hard for you," I began, swirling my index finger in a circle motion, as the wheelchair turned around back to face me. "And I see why you went to magic for help,"
"Then help me," his eyes were pleading, he wanted to walk again. "Make me walk again," he was totally begging, in his own way, but could I simply heal him? Was it that simple?
"No," I responded, and he was taken back, but not as much. "Because you see me as a Monster, healing you won't change that. It's all about perspective, and maybe you'll get a new one from where you sit,"
