"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 only thing I could do was pace around, as I felt physically fine. But I now understood what happened to me when I got here. Cas placed himself on the edge of the bed, and Sam was in the bathroom, doing his own thing. However, I stopped at the bathroom door, and peered in, seeing him use a washcloth on his neck - as if he was sweating.
"Famine?" Dean asked, his eyes locked onto Cas. Making me snap my attention to Dean.
"Yes," Cas spoke with a mouthful of another burger.
"So, what, this whole town is just gonna eat, drink, and screw itself to death?" Sam raised his voice to make his point heard.
"We should stop it," Cas continued to speak with his mouthful.
"Any great ideas rattling inside that angel brain of yours?" My tone was filled with sarcasm, as he was supposed to guide us. He is older than us all here.
"How did you stop the last horseman you met?" Cas pondered the question to us. I folded my arms over my chest, and leaned against the outer frame of the bathroom door.
"War got his mojo from this ring," Dean explained, heading over to the coat rack, and dug around in his jacket to pull free a ring. He turns back around to show Cas the golden ring we acquired. "And after we cut it off, he just tucked tail and ran. And everybody that was affected, it was like they woke up out of a dream. You think Famine's got a class ring, too?" Dean asks Cas.
"I know he does," he responded, looking down at the now empty bag.
"Well, ok. L-Let's track him down and get to chopping," Dean wanted to get this over and done with. However, my ears picked up a rapid heart beat, and it was only increasing. I turned my head to the right to see Sam, and it was clearly his heart racing. He wiped his face with the cloth, trying to calm himself down. He had his right hand placed on the wall, as he looked intently into the mirror. He seemed like an addict, craving for the next hit. But then, that is what made it click. He was craving demon blood. He was shaking, and trying to get his breathing under control. He no longer could bear to look at himself in the mirror.
"Sam, let's roll," Dean's voice rang out, but Sam didn't move.
"Dean," he spoke his brother's name softly, and controlled his breathing. "I, um... I can't," he manages to push himself from the sink, and comes to the door frame, grunting along the way before leaning on it. "I can't go," he was ashamed to look eyes at Dean.
"What do you mean?" Dean wasn't understanding the concept here.
"I think it got to me, Dean. I think I'm hungry for it," Sam dared not even speak the words.
"Hungry for what?"
"You know," Sam edged him closer to the answer. And that's when Dean's face twisted up in recognition, and a hint of fear.
"Demon blood?" Sam could no longer stare at Dean, and hung his head in shame. "You got to be kidding me," Dean twisted his head from Sam to Cas. "You got to get him out of here. You got to beam him to, like, Montana. Anywhere but here," Dean was pleading with Cas just to take him away from here.
