"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 was forced to sit in between both of the Winchester men. The dress was surprisingly easy to move around in, but wasn't fit for any real type of combat. I focused on the head God in all of this, not wanting to take my gaze to either of the Winchester men. I don't think Dean would even make eye contact with me after what he did. I watched as each God took their respectable seats, and Kali and Baldur waited until everyone was seated, and ready to start.
Baldur remained standing, and grabbed a glass of champagne with a fork in his other hand. Before clinking the metal and glass together, making that sweet sound. Everyone in the room fell silent, and focused on him.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Thank you for coming," Baldur greeted as his eyes flowed across the floor and briefly met the Gods that have joined him today. "Well, in all my centuries, I never thought I'd see this – this many Gods under one roof-"
"Gods?" Sam's voice echoed from the left of me, as his head twisted to meet his brother, but I remained focused on Baldur.
"Now, before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules – no slaughtering each other. Curb your wrath. Oh, and, uh, keep your hands off the local virgins. We're trying to keep a low profile here," Baldur laid the rules for each of them to follow.
"Oh, we are so, so screwed," again Sam's voice entered my ears, but he remained focused on Baldur.
"Now, we all know why we're here," Baldur began, his eyes flickering between every God there. "The Judeo-Christian Apocalypse looms over us. I know we've all had our little disagreements in the past, but the time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. Cause if we don't, we won't have one," you would think Gods like these wouldn't worry about something so miniscule as this. But this affected them also. "Now, we do have three very valuable bargaining chips – Michael and Lucifer's Vessels. And the infamous Hybrid, connected to the archangels on a deep level," everyone in the room shifted their gazes over to the three of us, and frankly, the attention wasn't what I hoped for. "The question is... What do we do now? Anybody have any bright ideas, speak up. This is a safe room," Baldur was encouraging them to speak their minds. On the right hand table, a bald mandarin man stood up and began to speak Mandarin, but his tone was angry.
"Oh, I don't like his tone," Dean shot.
"Kill them? Why?" A black man from the left side who is Ganesh. A Hindu deity. "So the angels here can bring them back again?"
"I don't know what everybody's getting so worked up about," Odin spoke up, relaxed back in his chair, not having the care in the world. "This is just a couple of angels having a slap fight. It's no armageddon. Everybody knows when the world comes to an end, the great se[rent Jormungandr rises up, and I, myself will be eaten by a big wolf," Odin sounded proud, as in his religion this is how a brave warrior would die. A noble end. Zao Shen had spoken something, which didn't agree with Odin.
"Oh yeah? And why is that? Because your beliefs are so much more realistic? The whole world's getting carried around on the back of a giant turtle," Odin scoffs at the notion, not believing it one bit. "Give me a break," Zao told him not to mock his turtle. "What are you gonna do about it?" Odin angrily rose from his chair, and nearly leapt over the table to get Zao. They began to go at one another, but I blocked them out, shaking my head at their bickering. However, I felt both sides of me shift in weight, as if the boys were going to leave. Both of the Winchesters stood, and went around their chairs, but suddenly, a shattering sound echoed.
