"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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I researched more into Angels, and looked over spells that could summon an archangel. But everything I tried always came to a dead end. I didn't want to bother the boys, as they would tell me it was a bad idea. Cas would also agree with them, so I didn't tell her either. I was on my own for this, and it wasn't going too well. I looked through every book I had, combed through the spells I had in my Grimoire. Created my own, but nothing happened. The answers I wanted never came, but I was a patient woman if it would benefit me, and this would.
Valentines rolled around, and I was kind of surprised to hear from Dean. He texted, and wanted me to help on this case they were working on. Two people ate one another, it sounded pretty gruesome, and it was right up my alley. They were staying at the Diamond Jack's.
In the blink of an eye, my sights changed to that of the motel room the boys were staying in. I see Dean reading up on the case, leaning back in the chair, and his feet upon the table.
"Dean," my British voice flowed freely, and he quickly jolted up in his seat, his eyes cocking over to the source. I was standing by the door.
"Geez! Abby!" Dean scolded, his eyes wide. "Can't you knock like any other person?" He questioned, but a smirk just tugged at the corner of my lips.
"You know me by now, I like to surprise," I swayed my hips closer to the table, which was kind of close to the motel door. "Oo, a valentines special," I noticed the motel card on the table, and plucked it from its position. "Free champagne, shall we get a bottle?" I chuckled, placing the card back onto the table.
"Thanks for coming," the words flew free from Dean's mouth. "We just need another set of eyes, and you have some experience," he states, eyes locked onto me.
"I have a lot of experience," I flashed my eyebrows up, and bit my bottom lip with seduction. But with the fast reply, my expression dimed, knowing that it was a cringy thing to say. Before, Dean could reply, the door to the motel rattled. Before the door was pushed open to see Sam entering. His eyes went from his soda, to me, and then to his brother.
"How'd it go?" Dean asked.
"Um," Sam closed the motel door, and entered the room. "No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out," Sam explained, before his eyes roamed over to me. "Hey Abs," the interaction was brief, and his eyes peeled away from me.
"Hmm. That's where I was putin' my money," Dean remarks, as he thought it was neither one of them.
"Nope,"
"Witches? Cursed?" Dean's eyes went over to me, as if I was going to have the answer to that question.
"I can't sense any powerful magic," I retorted, shrugging my shoulders, as there was nothing like that.
"Well, then what, then?" Dean rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. "Oh, dude. At the coroner's — you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating. A-And they just kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like – Like... Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent," Dean explained the situation that happened.
