"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 began to talk to Bobby about what had happened with Crowley, Dean, just what the night had entailed. I wandered out of the room, and outside, standing on the porch, staring into the night sky. The breeze that came with the night offered somewhat comfort, feeling like I was one with nature again. I leaned against the rotten piece of railing, leaning into it, but not offering too much of my weight. I inhaled the sweet aroma of nature, smelling burnt wood that came from the chimney. I sighed heavily, finally telling someone what I knew about Aradia felt relieving.
Suddenly, I could hear the shuffle of feet from within the house, meaning Sam was moving around. I couldn't help but to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Say we can open the cage. Great. But then what? W-We just lead the Devil to the edge and get him to jump in?"
"You got me," Bobby's voice came from the phone.
"What if you guys lead the Devil to the edge... And I jump in?" My eyes widened in disbelief in what I was hearing right now.
"Sam," Bobby's tone sounded angry, but he held the lid on his anger.
"It'd be just like when you turned the knife around on yourself. One action – Just one leap," Sam was trying to compare Bobby's experience with how he got paralyzed in the first place.
"Are you idjits trying to kill me?!" Bobby yells through the phone.
"Bobby –" Sam was going to try and reason with him.
"We just got done talking your brother off the ledge, and now you're lining up to say 'Yes'?" His lid was blown clear off, he was allowing Sam to have it.
"It's not like that. I'm not gonna do it. Not unless we all agree. But I think we got to look at our options,"
"This isn't an option, Sam,"
"Why not?" He replied. The Devil was far too strong.
"You can't do it. What I did was a million-to-one, and that was some pissant demon I was brain-wrestling. You're talking about taking back control from Satan himself,"
"Yeah. Yeah, I am," I couldn't help but listen to him, me just charging in there and mouthing off, wouldn't help the situation.
"Kid... It's called 'Possession' for a reason. You, of all people, ought to know," Bobby's tone came down from its raised voice.
"I'm strong enough," Sam tried to defend being possessed, but it wasn't about how strong you were. Just then, I blinked, reappearing back into the house, but behind Sam, seeing his back to me.
"You ain't. He's gonna find every chink in your armor, Sam. And use it against you – your fear, your grief, your anger," Bobby rolled off a list, as Sam took a swig of the bourbon. "And let's face it – you're not exactly Mister Anger Management. How are you gonna control the Devil? When you can't control yourself?" It was the words Sam needed to hear right now, he couldn't beat the devil. But would he heed Bobby's words.
