"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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Sam and I reported our findings to Dean. In simple terms, the dead that rose, were turning sour and would kill anything they could get their hands on. Of course, he wasn't thrilled about it, and we had to tell Bobby before Karen turned on him and eat his guts.
"Keep your damn voices down. Karen's upstairs," Bobby barked at us, rolling into the living room.
"Oh, I'm sorry. We're a little tense right now," Dean remarked, as we traveled around the front, and stood in front of Bobby. "Who's old lady Jones?" Dean asks, as Sam crosses his arms over himself.
"The first one to come up,"
"First one to go bad," Sam was quick with his reply.
"Ah, she was always a nutty broad," Bobby was trying to defend the events of what happened.
"Nutty how? Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?" Dean was clearly pissed, and he just wanted to do this job, before more people died.
"No," Bobby's voice was small and soft.
"Look, Bobby, I feel for you. But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!" Dean held back his anger towards Bobby right now, not wanting to fly off the rails.
"Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning," Sam tried to make Bobby see reason in this. "We have to stop them – all of them," Bobby rolled towards the archway that heads into the hallway, before spinning around. He grabs a gun from the side of his leg, that was in between it and the chair, before placing it on his lap. In clear view for us to see, though he didn't raise it at us - it was just a matter of time before he did.
"Time to go," he was dead serious, but I couldn't help but smirk at his demand.
"What?" Dean was shocked as hell to find this happening right now.
"You heard me. Off my property," Bobby had this cold dead stare, that you knew that if we tried anything he would surely shoot us on the spot.
"Or what? You'll shoot?" Sam seemed hurt by this interaction, and what it could lead to if we went too far.
"If Karen turns I will handle it – my way," he was dead set on these terms, and in a way we had to honor them. The only problem with it being his wife, I don't think he'll have the guts to go through with it, because he lost her once before.
"This is dangerous," Dean didn't let up his intense stare. Bobby cocks his gun, still not pointing at us.
"I'm not telling you twice," it was an intense stare off between us all, and the air was thickening with tension.
"I hope you know what you're doing Bobby," I warned him, as he was playing a very dangerous game here. Without another word, Dean, Sam, and I all walked from the living room, through the kitchen and out of the back door - as that was the way we came.
