"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 was transported to a small stage within a club. This club was ravishing, and decked out to the nines, but there wasn't a soul in sight. A spotlight turned on and shone down on me. I noticed I was standing on a semi-transparent stage, and I could see my reflection. My lips were red, a deep dark color of red.
"You didn't know, did you?" The Trickster's voice echoed in the club, snapping my head up to see the spotlight dim its brightness and I saw him standing just below the stage. "That either one of those dicks were vessels," he went on and in a blink of an eye he was standing on the stage. Wearing the clothes he had back in the motel. While I wore a simple black fitted gown, the fabric of the dress touched the floor. My hair was just above my shoulders and curled, to make it look bouncy.
"I don't get told much," I responded after a few seconds. "If you're planning on singing and dancing through this again. Think again," I've had enough of these jokes, and it was clear as day.
"You saw something didn't you," he seemed to pick up on my energy, and probably saw me dumbfounded when he said they were Lucifer and Michael vessels.
"When Lucifer was set free, I had this dream," I began, recalling the memory like it was yesterday. "I thought I had died in the blast but I woke up in this motel. And Sam showed up after I wondered where he and Dean were. But something about him was different. It was Sam, but at the same time it wasn't... Then we kissed, and it was electric, passionate and almost daring like we shouldn't have," I recalled the events well, my eyes wondering from the Trickster then back to him. "When I called him out on it, that he wasn't Sam he vanished. Then Dean popped up, also having that strange feeling I had with Sam. Then he kissed me, and this one was full of love, passion and a sense of care," I could still taste them both even from the memory, and the feeling I got when they kissed me.
"There's more going on here than you know," was his simple response, but that made me wonder even more.
"Then tell me," I took a few steps forward, eyes locked onto him, as I was going insane without the knowledge.
"It's not that simple. You knowing the truth right here, right now would change the way you view everything in your life," he responded, but that just made me wonder what it was.
"Then I'll make you tell me," my eyes narrowed, giving him the death stare as if it was a threat and he could tell it was. He only chuckled at my attempt at a threat.
"You're adorable," he remarks, and I charged forward ready to tackle him but he vanished before I could touch him.
"I'm sick of these games!" I exclaimed into the audience but no one was there. This dress was so tight fitting it made my movements restricted. I huffed in annoyance, pulling up the bottom of my dress to show off my legs. I guided my hands to the left hand side of the bottom of the dress, grabbing the hem and with a strong tug, the dress ripped up the side, creating a slit.
Something about the Trickster didn't sit well with me. He was too invested into getting the boys to say 'yes' to Lucifer and Michael so the end could begin. He said he wasn't on a side, but everyone lies, and he wasn't the exception. He got made when Dean talked trash about the Archangels. It was very strange, and uncommon.
