"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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Due to being in a hardware store, we had supplies that helped us out. Dean was tuning a radio, trying to contact Bobby. Sam helped Ellen with Jo, getting what she needed . While I paced in front of the entrance of the store, I was pissed because Dean didn't listen to me and this could have been avoided.
"Abigael?" A broken voice from Ellen rang through the air. I stopped in my pacing, and locked eyes with her. She was in pain, because she knew her daughter wasn't going to make it. I roamed over, and noticed the blood already seeping through the bandages Sam found. But I already knew what was going to leave her lips. "Can you do anything?" Her eyes pleaded, as well did her words. I could simply deny her the request for me to try, but seeing Ellen so devastated, reminded me that any Mother would be like this. Even my own. I nodded my head, agreeing to try to help in any way I could.
Ellen shifted from her position, allowing me to get closer to Jo. I was on my knees, and stared Jo in the eyes, seeing life being drained from her each second that passed. I hovered my hands over the wound, and inhaled deeply, and began to focus.
"Hinto mulaf," the incantation came freely as my voice was soft and gentle. "Bala asinta sho," the words fell, but I knew nothing happened. Jo was still in pain, and the wound was still pulsing with blood. "Hinto mulaf, bala asinta sho," I put more force into the words, but still I felt nothing. "I'm sorry," I reclined my hands from over the wound, gaze at Jo, and then to Ellen. I didn't let her say a word, as I forced myself to stand, and stepped back to my original position, but my back faced them.
"Sam, some help here, please?" Ellen asked for Sam's help, as I noticed that he finished his chat with Dean.
I was disconnected from reality, as I stared at the entrance to the hardware store. Through the slats that were blinds, I could see faint traces of Hellhound, they were pacing outside too, waiting for the perfect moment or the order to attack. Ellen and Jo seemed decent people, and from my little interaction with them in the past, they stood for what is right, and genuinely wanted to help people. Anyone else who knew all of this shit, would have tucked their tail between their legs and ran for the hills. Here they are fighting for the betterment of mankind, and to stop Lucifer from destroying all life.
Time had gotten away from me, I stared through the doors for - God knows how long. The voices of the Winchesters had brought me out of my trance, snapping me back to reality.
"So, now we know where the devil's gonna be. We know when, and we have the Colt," Dean sprung his idea free, as I spun around to face them, both staring at one another.
"Yeah," Sam replied with a sigh. "We just have to get past... Eight or so Hellhounds. And get to the farm by midnight,"
"Yeah, and that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town," Dean cocked his head over to them, but it was brief.
"Won't be easy," Sam admitted.
"Stretcher?"
"I'll see what we got," Sam replied to his brother's question, before turning to go have a look.
