"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 tossed and turned, never being able to drift off to sleep. My mind was in overdrive, something in my head wouldn't just shut off. I threw the silk sheets off of me, and sat up in the bed, my gaze focusing on the vanity table in the room. I could see my reflection, which was possible due to the moonlight entering through the large window. I brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, my naked body tingled with the slight breeze coming through the room. Maybe it was the words War had spoken that still rattled around my mind. I had no clue what he meant, and I hated the unknown. I wanted answers.
Out of nowhere, the wind picked up, making the air a bit more chilly, as goosebumps ran along my arms. I raised my head from my legs, and noticed that the wind had opened the door into the living room. Was this a sign? Was someone directing me somewhere? I slid around, and planted my feet to the ground, and stood from the bed. Not bothering to grab a dressing gown, because it was my apartment, and I wasn't ashamed of my body. I took each step with care, as I edged closer to the door. I pushed open and stepped through, finding the living room bare and empty of light and sound. It was how I left it. I frowned, as nothing was in here.
I shook my head, and spun back around to enter my bedroom. However, when I came out to stare at my bed. I was greeted by a hallway, filled with Doctors, nurses, and a gunnery along the side. My expression changed to dumbfounded in seconds. I cocked my head down to see that I was wearing a lab coat over a simple black dress. On this lab coat was a name tag pinned above the pocket. Dangling from the pocket was an ID card. I grabbed the ID card, and examined it.
'Aradia Adams. M.D'. There was also a picture of my face, smiling. Even the tag above the pocket said the name, but it had 'Dr' in front of it. I let go of the ID, and shook my head, finding this a dream. It had to be. I took steps forward, finding that I was also wearing high heels that matched the dress. My heels clicked against the marble, as I walked through the corridor, hoping to find someone I recognised.
"Doctor," a nurse passed with a flirtatious smile, and all I could do was smile back.
"Doctor," then another nurse came around, but this one was a male one. He held the same flirty expression the female nurse had. After a minute of roaming the halls, I found my way to the reception area where it said 'Seattle Mercy Hospital'. I needed to get out here, I had enough of this. I flourished my hand up, and hoped for black smoke, but nothing came. I lowered my left hand to eye level and placed my palm up, and hoped to generate some fire, but even that didn't happen. I groaned in frustration, and wandered off down a hallway, hoping to find an exit.
I turned a few corners, until I saw a back of two Doctors, parting at a three-way junction. But those backs looked oddly familiar. I began to descend that way, my heels echoed through the hall, alerting the two Doctors to someone approaching. They both turned simultaneously, to face me. To be fair I wasn't surprised who I saw.
"Sam? Dean?" I stopped mid-track, and cocked their gazes between them, hoping it was actually them and not some doppelganger.
"Abigael?" Dean spoke first, both held gomb-smacked expressions, as they were confused as well.
