"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 dealt with Dean as he was unconscious still, and it worked in his favor. I stuck around, though I should have bolted after Dean killed me. But I was invested in their survival, and seeing how this all ends. Sam of course had a plan after all, and it was indeed a stupid one, even for him. But he had faith in his brother, that when push came to shove, he would choose the right path.
I sat at the kitchen table, as Sam was back in the panic room, waiting for Dean to wake up from his beauty nap. Bobby and Cas hovered around the kitchen, but my mind was elsewhere. My eyes scanned the beer bottle in front of me, before I gripped the coldness of it, and placed it upon my lips, taking a gulp of the liquid. If I could get hammered, I would surely be doing it by now.
"You're quiet," Bobby's deep voice pierced from my left ear, as I saw him in my vision. "Too quiet," he was trying to rattle my cage, poke the bear to see if it would bite back. Though it was true, since my return I've been quiet, and not said much to anyone.
"I wonder why?" It was a snarky question, and totally rhetorical. As Bobby didn't reply, knowing how it must have felt. Only knowing how, and never truly living it. My eyes drifted back to stare off into space, but my mind reeled with everything. "Screw this," the words flow free.
"What?" Bobby asks, his eyes darting back over to me. My head turned to meet his impending gaze, and our eyes locked.
"Screw this," I repeated, as I rose up from the chair, my eyes never leaving his. "Screw the Angels. Screw them," I indicated to the basement, gesturing to the Winchesters. "I am done with all of this. I'm going to live my life before the damn apocalypse comes," my voice was raised, as this war will end bloody. I pushed past Bobby, and headed into the living room.
"Abigael wait!" I could hear Bobby yell for me to stop, wheeling himself as fast as he could to intercept me. "They need you," he states, as he was about Sam and Dean, but in reality, they only needed each other.
"No! They don't!" I yelled back, stopping in front of Bobby. "They only need each other. What's thicker than blood?" I narrowed my eyes, as he knew that their loyalty to family was stronger than anything. And I simply wasn't a part of that family. In the end, they see me as a means to an end. Once used up, they will throw me away.
"Don't leave," Bobby pleaded, as I would be a great asset to them. I tried to step forward, but he stuck his ground, placing his breaks on - literally placing his breaks on. He gave me this stern narrow-eyed look, as if I would crack under his pressure, and give in.
"Move," I spat through clenched teeth. "I'm not going to ask a second time," the nature of my sentence was clearly a threat, but Bobby didn't budge.
"What's going on?!" Sam's voice pierced the air, making me snap my head up to see him and Dean standing together. I couldn't even bring my gaze to Dean, as I didn't want to look at him.
"You're doing this on your own," I snapped at him, but he opened his mouth ready to speak. "Don't bother," gesturing to him worming his way into persuading me over. "You're on your own for this," with that being said, and a single thought. Black smoke swiftly swooped up my body, and engulfed me before any of them could do anything. Was I making the right decision? My head was just somewhere else now...
