"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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Some time passed, Sam thought it would be easier to lock Dean in the panic room. It was a joyous moment to see. He was a flight risk, if he wasn't being watched he would surely bolt once again.
I stood at the panic room door, before waving my hand out and the door magically unlocks, and creaks open. As it opens, I see Dean turn to look at the door and they narrow his eyes when he meets my gaze.
"What do you want?" he snaps, his eyes burning into me. If looks could kill. I remained silent and just stared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "The silent treatment, classy," he remarks, rolling his eyes at me.
"I should give you a whole lot more," my voice was threatening, as I finally spoke. Dean made eye contact once again, scoffing at my threat. "But, you're not worth it," Dean was about to open his mouth, ready to speak. But I raised my hand up into a fist, and his words didn't come free. "My turn to speak," I announced, lowering my hand back down, but the spell over him was still there. "You think diving head on will solve this. You becoming Michael's bitch, and fighting Lucifer will magically solve it all. No, it won't," I began my speech. "You'll just be sacrificing yourself for their pissing match. And I'm not letting you... I know what you said earlier was to try to hurt me, try to make me back away. But no, I won't," the truth just flew from my lips. "Even if I have to do this," my eyes lingered around the panic room, gesturing to keep him locked up to keep him safe.
"What does this achieve?" Dean questioned, as the spell over him vanished. Though he didn't seem surprised at the fact.
"It means I care for you," the words were honest and true. I've also spent enough time with Dean to know that I alone will be able to stop him from making this choice. Dean took small steps, edging closer to the threshold of the panic room, his gaze held mine. I instinctively knew what he was doing, but I was allowing it to play out. But not even I could discourage him.
Once Dean was close enough, he closed the gap between him and the door, making me sigh, in disappointment. However, when he tried to pass the threshold of the iron door, he was jerked back. He frowns for a moment, before trying to push himself through but again he was forced back.
"What have you done?" Dean snapped, as his gaze snapped back to meet mine.
"Dean, I know you, why do you think I've bound you to the panic room?" I questioned, as he tried to force his way through the magical barrier, but it was to no avail. Dean looked confused, shaking his head at me.
"Speak normally," he barks, not wanting to hear the witchy words that he wouldn't understand. I rolled my eyes briefly at him, as it was very clear.
"You're trapped in here, unless I say otherwise," I made it plain as much as I could for him to understand.
"So, you coming here, was what?!" He asked wildly. "A way for you to gloat?! Or to see one of the many people who hate you?!" His words cut deep, but I know he would say anything to rattle my cage, and make me so angry that I would just free him.
