"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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The next day came, I slept in a different hotel than the boys, as I wanted the full service of a hotel. Not some run down room, with bland colors. I slept like a baby though, the sheets were comfy, and the pillows were excellent, but the company was even better. It was a man this time around...
My sights beheld the parking lot of the motel the Winchesters' and Bobby were staying at. I see old man Dean, and Sam pushing Bobby up the steep slope of the car park. As he couldn't do it on his own.
"You know, I still think I should play," Sam's voice rang in my ears, as I made my way over to them.
"No, no,no," Dean spoke quickly, halting, and turning around to face Sam. "You're not good enough. I'm better. Bobby's way better,"
"And I'm even better," I added into the mix, making them cock their gazes to me briefly. "But we all lost," their eyebrows seemed to raise at the mention. "Oh, I didn't play. He wouldn't let me," I heard Dean moan, as this wasn't going to go his way.
"So, what? So I don't get a say in this anymore?" Sam's eyes cocked between Bobby and Dean.
"Sammy, when you get to be our age --"
"You're Thirty, Dean!" Sam cuts his brother off. "Look, I've watched you hustle plenty of poker--"
"Knowing the game is not enough, Sam," Bobby interrupts, cutting Sam off. All focus now went to him. "It's not about playing the cards-"
"It's about playing the other guy. I know that," Once again Sam butted in.
"Well, hooray for you. All I'm saying is, I played this guy. I know his style. I can take him," Sam wasn't impressed at this moment, as he placed his giant hands on his perfect waist, and turned his body away.
"No, Bobby. You don't have enough years in the bank," Dean interjects, reminding him he isn't young.
"I got enough," he defended, not seeming to care what happened to him.
"No, you'll die if you lose, Bobby," Sam was concerned for his friend.
"So what if I do, huh?" Bobby finally snapped, raising his voice to Sam. "What exactly am I living for, huh?! The damn Apocalypse?! Watching men die bloody while I sit in this chair, can't take a step to help 'em?"
"Bobby,"
"No, no, it's the facts," Bobby stopped Dean from saying what he had to say. "I'm old, and broke down. And I can't-'' His voice breaks, as he was getting emotional. He took a few deep breaths, and held back the tears, not wanting to cry in front of us. "I ain't a Hunter no more. I'm useless and if I wasn't such a coward, I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth the day I got home from the hospital," God we were really going deep today. But something about Bobby telling us this, made me feel a certain way. However, the air was silent between us all, and I didn't want to make remarks, not at a time like this.
