"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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*Mature Warning*
We sorted things in the town and got Famine's ring, and we're not at Bobby's, using his bunker to store Sam. Waiting for the detox to be over, but the screaming, the yelling got to me. It sounded like he was in pain, yelling out our names repeatedly. Asking for help. None stop pain, but there was nothing I or anyone could do. Besides riding it out. Though I was in the main living room, I heard the back door of Bobby's house open. I tipped the neck of the beer bottle back. Allowing the liquid to slide down my throat and hit my stomach. I walked from the living room to the kitchen, placing the bottle onto the table, and walking to the back door.
I slung open the door, and was met with a cool breeze, but I stepped down the steps and followed who I guessed it would have been. In no time, I saw the back of Dean next to the Impala, his head tilted up as if he was praying to God for some help. He couldn't bear staying down in the basement, listening to Sam screaming. I came forward, the crunch of gravel under my feet, alerted him to a presence, but he didn't turn to check. Just stared up at the night sky, hoping for a miracle. I came beside him, and looked up at the sky as well.
"If there was anything I could do-" I stopped myself mid-sentence as my words couldn't help. He had billions of lives on his shoulders, and it was finally getting to him. "Don't be Dean the hunter with millions of lives on his shoulder," I began, my eyes still staring up at the sky. "Because that weight will crush you," I was hoping he was listening to me. "For tonight, this one night. Be Dean Winchester, not Michael's vessel. Not a Hunter, not even Sam's brother. Just Dean," as the words flew from my mouth I turned my body to him, and our eyes met and a tear ran down his face. I reached my right hand up, and placed my hand on his cheek, and wiped the tear away with my thumb. "The bravest men always have the difficult path to walk," a small smile appeared on my lips, as I was trying to give him comfort. Our eyes lingered at one another.
Unexpectedly, Dean' head shot forward and his lips crashed onto mine. I was stunned at his action, but after the day we've had. We sure needed some relief. The kiss was passionate, heated, and overall electric. My hands found their way to the back of his head, my fingers threading through his brown locks. Our lips departed, Dean's eyes were replaced with lust. I've been around a long time, and I know the 'look', when I see it. It kind of surprised me. But after everything we both needed this.
I pushed my head forward this time, reconnecting our lips, and started to make out. Dean grabs the whiskey bottle and it smashes to the ground, but we didn't stop. Dean's large hands cupped my cheeks as he pushed me back against the Impala hood. I moaned against his lips, as I felt his hands roam down my body, and grip under my legs, as he lifted me up, and placed me on the hood of the impala in one swoop.
We broke from the heated kisses, and locked eyes with one another once again. But Dean was a man, a man who knew who he wanted. I could see it in his eyes. I bit my bottom lip, and grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in. Our lips connected once again. However, in a blink of an eye, we were transported to my bedroom in my penthouse apartment.
