"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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The tree I buried my mother under was an oak tree, massive and offered shade from the sun in the summer. It was a beautiful tree, away from others, and praying eyes. I stood under, shaded by the large branches as I stared at the small stone plank against the tree. Etched onto the stone was 'Beloved Mother', it was a simple thing. But meant so much to me. I inhaled the warm summer's air, and smelled the flowers at her grave. I hug myself, tears streaming down my cheeks, remembering her.
"Abigael." Castiel's voice rang free from behind, but I didn't jump at his sudden appearance.
"Cas," I announce, not turning around to face him. "What do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, him dropping into my dreams was certainly a bold move, and would only if he needed help.
"We need to talk," he states, his voice still holding that monotone pitch, but I got the feeling that this was serious. I spun around, while wiping the tears from my cheeks, as the moment of mourning was over.
"What is it?" I asked, now shifting my arms to cross them over my chest, waiting for him to respond.
"Anna. She's planning to kill Sam Winchester to stop the devil," though he let no emotion come through his words, I knew it was the truth. "I need your help. They need your help," though he was an angel, and showed little emotion, I could see behind his eyes that he was desperate.
"I will, but you have to answer something for me," Cas eyebrows knitted together in confusion, waiting for me to ask the question. "Who's Aradia?" The name rang freely through the air, but Cas didn't show any signs of emotion. His silence was deafening, but I just stared at him, not giving up the quest to find out more.
"There are stories in Heaven about an Angel with that name. Whispers of the name still linger through Heaven's halls even now," he explained. "It is said that Aradia died during Lucifer's rebellion, but aided in his demise," he went on, our eyes never disconnecting from one another.
"Even you don't truly know," I breathed out, because asking Cas was a dead end. He just heard stories, and rumors. I needed someone who knew her, and I can only think of two people. Lucifer or Michael...
"We need to go," Cas states after a moment of silence, bringing me back to reality.
"I'll find them. See you soon," as the words left my lips, he nodded agreeing to my statement. Cas vanished in a blink of an eye, leaving my dream.
I snapped open my eyes, and I was in the same spot in the bed I slept in. In my penthouse apartment. There was no time to think, I threw the covers off, and swirled around on the silk sheets, and planted my feet onto the ground. Time to get into action...
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I managed to find the boys held up in a motel, and I felt Cas's presence already in the room with them. In a blink of an eye, I appeared in the room, leaning against the desk that was opposite the twin beds.
