"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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Out of politeness we sat around the dining table, as Karen served everyone with a slice of homemade pie. Bobby was at the head of the table, Dean was opposite Sam. I was across from Bobby, meaning I was at the other end of the table. A boy on both my arms - so to speak.
Dean was already chowing down on the pie. "Mmm," the sound fell from his mouth with delight. "This is incredible, Mrs Singer," Dean states with a mouthful of pie, as she places a piece on Sam's place.
"Thank you, Dean," she replied to his comment. Walking on over to the side of Bobby ready to cut him a slice. I could hear Sam clear his throat and Dean locked his gaze on his brother.
"What? It is," he defended his comment, chewing the pie freshly made. I took my gaze to my plate, and though it did look delicious, I refrained myself from eating the dessert.
"It's great, Karen. Thanks," Bobby looked up to his doting wife. "Could you, um, just give us a minute?" He asked her, and she nodded with a smile on her face. She cast her gaze to the table, locking eyes briefly with us all, as we all smiled at her - assuring that it wasn't anything bad. The table became quiet as Karen walked away through the doorway into the kitchen, as we watched her pull them closer together, to ensure privacy. Once she moved away, Sam shoved his plate away, and he and Dean twisted their bodies to face him.
"Are you crazy? What the hell?" Dean exclaimed in a hush tone.
"Dean, I can explain," Bobby assured us that there was a good reason for his lying to us.
"This should be good," I mumbled under my breath, reaching my left hand out to grab the cup. By magic the cup filled with hot tea, the steam quickly rising from the cup. I brought the cup to my lips, and took a sip as Bobby's gaze drifted away from me.
"Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?!" Dean wasn't holding anything back, he was visibly angry with Bobby for keeping this from us.
"First of all, that's my wife, so watch it," Bobby snapped back through gritted teeth.
"Bobby, whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife," Sam now chimed in, getting his point across with his index finger raised.
"And how do you know that?"
"Are you serious?" Sam shot back, as in this line of work, the dead doesn't typically sprung back to life without an looming effect.
"You think I'm an idiot, boy?"
"Still debating," I whispered into my cup, before taking another sip of it.
"My dead wife shows up on my doorstep, I'm not gonna test her every way I ever learned?" He rolled out the words with ease, as Bobby wasn't dumb.
"So what is it? Zombies? Revenant?" Dean listed off a few creatures that she could be.
