"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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My eyes shot open, and air entered my lungs, as I started to breathe. My sights were on a familiar ceiling, and a firm mattress. The world seemed still, and quiet, as life was being brought back to me. I groaned softly, allowing myself to sit up slowly, and noticed that I was in Bobby's living room. My head was spinning, my neck stiff. I twirl my neck around, trying to loosen it up. However, I could not see Dean, Sam, or even Bobby.
I noticed the fire crackling behind Bobby's desk, and from here I could see that something was burning inside. I slowly rose to my feet, keeping my balance steady, and walked on over to the fire. I noticed a black and white photo burning away, and it was that of the photo Bobby had insisted that we take. Indesticiviely, I waved my hand over the fire, and it vanished, like flipping a light switch. At least my powers were back. I reached in grabbing the corner of the photo, but it crumbled in my fingers.
"Les lames colligo," I began the incantation softly. "Ad me gluttuli," as the spell fell from my lips, the ash of the photograph began to gather, and piece back together. The photograph now laid in the logs of the fire, fully recovered, and it showed all of us. My eyes went to Ellen and Jo, as in a way this was a remembrance. I picked up the photograph, and smiled at the simpler time.
I leaned back up, and suddenly, the photography was engulfed in black smoke, sending it away so I could keep it safe. At the same time, the fire relit, and held its intensity.
"Abigael?!" Sam's voice entered my ear drums, and made me spin on my heels to face him. He looked shocked and surprised to see me alive and well. "I thought you were dead," his whole expression emitted relief. Was he worried about me?
"What do you not understand about immortality," I joked with a small laugh. "What happened?" I asked, due to the fact I died.
"After Lucifer killed you, he slung you aside, but luckily Cas got to us in time," Sam explained, as he headed over to the desk, and I brought my hands down on the other side, leaning on them.
"And the ritual?" I asked, but Sam's expression told me what I needed to know. I shook my head, not believing it was true. "The only weapon we had, and it did diddly squat to him," I sighed. The Colt was our only hope in ganking the devil, and it didn't even hurt him. Our eyes locked onto one another, and the air silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry about Ellen and Jo," I was genuine in my comment. "They were good people," I stopped myself from leaning, and folded my arms over my chest.
"They were," he replied with a soft deep tone. The air was silent for a moment, and something played on my mind since awaking only moments ago.
"I know you don't trust me," I began. Sam was about to open his mouth to deny the comment, but stopped himself. "I wouldn't trust me either. But after facing Lucifer, losing Ellen and Jo. I... I want to help. The apocalypse affects us all. I'm willing to help you, and Dean. I want to join you guys out on the road, see what Hunter life is all about," I could see it on Sam's face, he was taken back by my offer. He wouldn't have thought I would go and help after what happened with the three of us. "No tricks, no lies, just me, and my skill set," I laid the offer out for him, wanting to be completely upfront and honest from now on.
