"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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We wasted no time and hit the road, going in the Chevy Impala - which was currently owned by John. He was driving, as Mary told him the truth - of what she is, and what she does. It was a bit hard for him to swallow it, but he didn't freak out. The purr of the engine soothed me, but my desire to stay away only brought my slumber quicker. My energy was truly drained, and the last thing I remember was placing my head onto Sam's shoulder, and darkness came.
Next thing I knew, I was awakened by Sam shifting his weight, as the Impala was no longer purring its engine, and we were outside this abandoned house. The nap did me some good, and gave me a bit of my energy back. Sam helped me out of the car, my arm wrapped around his shoulder - if he wanted to I wouldn't even touch the ground, but he lowered himself, so I could walk up to the house. Mary entered the house first, just walking in, as there was no one home.
"Place has been in the family for years," she states, flicking on a switch, and the light in the living room lit up as we all poured inside. Mary heads over to a rounded rug, before crouching down, and flipping it onto itself. Which revealed a devil's trap. "Devil's trap," she announces back to her feet, as Sam guides me to the couch, and slowly begins placing me down. "Pure iron fixtures, of course," she turns on another light. As I leaned into the arm of the couch, and sat. Sam, leaning back up, turned to face his mother. "Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry. Knives, guns," she rolled off what might be useful to us.
"All that stuff will do is piss it off," Sam retorted.
"So, what will kill it? Or slow it down, at least?" Mary wanted to know how to defend herself from an Angel. Demons were one thing to her, but Angels were new territory.
"Not much," Sam hated to admit it.
"Great," Mary scoffs through the word, a smile upon her face, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was one of disbelief.
"He said not much, not nothing... We packed," Dean stepped forward, lifting the duffel bag into the air for a moment, before placing it on the dining room table. "If we put this up," Dean dug around in the bag, and pulled free a piece of paper. "And she comes close," he holds it out, and shows Mary the symbol. "We can beam her right off the starship," Dean and his references. Sam had joined them at the table, and pulled free a bottle of Holy oil.
"This is Holy oil. It's kind of like a – like a devil's trap for angels," Sam explained, his eyes flicking between it and Mary. "Come on. I'll show you how it works," Sam walks around Mary, and heads into another room. I see Mary give a glance to John, before following Sam.
"Hey, what's the deal with the thing on the paper?" John asks, stepping closer to the table.
"It's a sigil. That means-"
"I don't care what it means," John cuts off Dean. "Where does it go?" He didn't want to sit back, and not help.
"On a wall or a door," Dean states, casting his head around.
