"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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In no time we arrived at the house, both of them gearing up, and Dean handed me a flashlight. We carefully made our way through the house, and to the basement, heading down the stairs one by one. Dean in front, me in the middle, and Sam at the rear. I shone my torch around, as we descended further into the basement. Things seemed quiet, but I had a stronger feeling down here, as if someone was lurking in the shadows.
"Boo-yah! Master chief is in the house, bizatches!" Sam lets out a playful comment, which is unusual for him. Dean and I stop in our tracks, cocking our heads over our shoulders to stare at him.
"Are you all right?" Dean questioned his brother.
"Yeah. Fine," Sam snapped his head to meet his brother's gaze. I just shook my head, and passed Dean, heading further into the basement, and I noticed a green patch of dirt. But I wasn't the only one.
"Well, I'll be damned. Willow moss," Dean joined me on my right.
"Yeah, right. It's, uh, supposed to grow over witches' graves, right?" It sounded like Sam was assuring himself that it was the correct term to use. Dean twisted his head over his shoulder to stare at Sam, as I crouched to the level of the grave. I stuck my hand over the grave, and I could feel something buried in here.
"Definitely, someone buried here," I alerted the boys, as I stood back up, locking gaze with Dean. "Dig her up," I offered a smile to Dean, but he complied with my answer. He placed his things next to the grave. He opened the duffel bag, pulled out a shovel, whole the gas, and salt was in the bag.
He strikes the ground with the shovel, and begins to dig, and dump the dirt to his left. Not even five minutes passed, and he already created a pile of dirt, and revealed the bones of Maggie Briggs. I stepped around the grave, and Dean's things, and came to stand above the grave sight.
"I'll start," I locked eyes with Dean, who just gave me a nod, as he kept on shoveling the dirt. I crouched down, and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, before exhaling through my mouth. "C'est cette nouveau vie," I began the incantation, but I mumbled it under my breath, and you had to be close to hear it. "Nouveau âme," I extended my hands out to the grave, palms facing down, and over the bones.
"Hey, man, I'm really sorry about this," I hear Sam say.
"Sorry about what?" Dean responded, but I kept my focus, and my eyes remained shut. The next thing I hear is things breaking and a loud grunt echoing in my ears.
"Sam!" Dean yells, as I snapped open my eyes and quickly stood to my feet as Dean rushed over to help his brother. I was about to open my mouth to finish the spell, but the next thing I knew, I'm thrown sideways by an unknown force. I slammed through a large cabinet, among other things, and I heard glass smashing. I was thrown with such force, I didn't have time to comprehend the broken wood falling on top of me, and the remainder of the cabinet. Essentially burying me under it all. I groaned, stretching my limbs out, but I tried to lean up, but was forced back to the ground.
