"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 Winchester front seemed a bit cold, I haven't received any messages from either of the boys. It's been weeks, and normally they would have had a case by now. I bet it was all down to Dean who said he could get past us hooking up, but clearly he didn't want me around. He couldn't let sex be sex, no he has to go further and not want me around helping out. I could just slap that boy into next week.
Black smoke crawled from the ground, engulfing me in seconds. My vision faded for a mere moment, as the smoke faded from view. I was standing in the living room of Bobby's house. Freshly baked goods waved through the air, and a soapy smell roamed the rest of the house. My eyebrows knitted together, as I turned my sights on the living room, but it was clean and tidy.
"What in an alternative timeline is this?" I mumbled to myself, just as I came full circle, I saw Bobby wheel himself through the archway that led from the hallway into the living room. His eyes landed on me and quickly went wide.
"Abigael?!" He seemed shocked to see me, as he scrambled forward. I noticed his hair was clean, and his whole attire had this cleanliness too - crisp and sharp one would say. "What are you doing here?! You can't just pop up!" Bobby was stern as his voice was raised in annoyance.
"Have you washed?" I pushed my head back slightly in confusion, as the aroma of the soap was mainly coming off of him.
"Leave!" He extended his arm out, and pointed for me to leave.
"Where are the boys?" I discarded his comment, and folded my arms over my chest, giving him a stern look. As he knew I wasn't going to leave without getting an answer. As if on cue, I could hear the purr of the Impala coming closer and closer, heading up to the house. Bobby seemed stunned for a moment, as he too could hear the familiar engine of the Impala growing closer.
"There's your answer," he quickly rotated himself around, and angrily pushed his wheels forward. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I took off my leather jacket, and slung it across the couch, before taking a seat. Crossing one leg over the other, and waited for them to come back in.
"You know how many times we called?" Dean's rough voice pierced my ears before both of them noticed I was sitting on the couch. "You make house calls now?" Dean pointed the question to me, he seemed rather annoyed seeing that I was here.
"Nice to see you too Dean," I threw him a cheeky wink, and he became tense under my gaze.
"Where have you been?" Dean got back on track, locking his gaze back on Bobby.
"Playing murderball," Bobby spun himself around to face the boys.
"What's that smell?" Dean noticed the soap smell lingering through the house. "Is that soap? Did you clean?" Dean asked, eyes locking back with Bobby.
"What are you, my Mother? Bite me!" Bobby snapped back at Dean, not wanting to be lectured on hygiene.
"Bobby, seriously," Sam interjected, getting the trio back to the task at hand.
