"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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I paced through the basement, trying not to break anything. But I was just filled with rage, and anger. I just wanted to punch something, and at this very moment it was Dean. I screw my hands into fists, and internally let out a scream. Suddenly, a plus of energy ricocheted from my hands and a fire erupted into existence on a nearby bookshelf. The flame began to extend up the bookshelf. I exhaled, trying to calm myself. I opened my hands, and the flame on the bookshelf began to leap off and swirl into my palms. Soon enough the flames vanished from the bookshelf, and were now in my hands. But I crushed them, and snuffed the flames out.
The release of energy did offer me some relief. But I was still pent up. I throw my hands down, shaking them softly. Trying to stifle the burning rage that was clearly still present. The sound of Cas's voice shouting for help, and then Bobby's voice shouting 'Boys' warned me that something was happening.
In an instant, I was back upstairs, just in time to see Cas planting someone on Bobby's bed. Dean and Sam rushed on in, as Bobby wheeled himself forward.
"Who is it?" He asks, casting his gaze to the boys. From where I stood, I could barely make out it was a man, as he was covered in dirt.
"That's our brother," The words I didn't expect to leave Sam's mouth, as I was shocked.
"You have a brother?!" My voice was wild, as the statement, thought I was still pissed this was some news to me.
"Wait a minute, your brother? Adam?" Bobby pigged back to the end of my comment.
"Cas, what the hell?" Dean shot at the angel, but he ignored his comment, and placed two Angel's blades down onto the desk.
"Angels," was the single word he let out, staring at Adam.
"Angels? Why?" Sam asked. However, Cas shook his head, not sure why they brought back their dead brother.
"I know one thing for sure," Cas came around the table, and passed me, heading towards Adam. "We need to hide him now," Cas looks down at Adam, before leaning down and placing a hand upon his chest. A dim glow appeared, and Adam snapped open his eyes, jolting up a little. Soon enough the branding was over, and Adam shot up and began to pant, as his eyes flicked between us all.
"Where am I?"
"It's ok," Sam tried to ease his nerves. "Just relax. You're safe,"
"Who the hell are you?!" He raised his voice at Sam, clearly freaked about all of this.
"You're gonna find this a little - a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers," I was trying to wrap my head around it still, because by the looks of him. He did not inherit the looks of the family.
"It's the truth," Sam backed up his brother. "John Winchester was our Father, too. See, I'm Sam–"
"Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean," Adam cuts into Sam's sentence, eyes locked onto Dean. "I know who you are," he sounded bitter towards them.
