"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 told the boys that I would meet them back at Bobby's. They would arrive sooner or later, and because we were close to finding Pestilence, there was no need for me just to disappear on them. I was sitting on the couch, as Bobby was looking to find out where Death was. He shuffled some papers around. I had one leg crossed over the other, my leather jacket off, slung over the couch. I tipped the bottle of beer back, gulping the cold liquid from within.
"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Dean's raised voice came through the air, meaning that they were back.
"Dean-"
"No, don't 'Dean' me," He yells, cutting off his younger brother. "I mean, you – you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this –" Dean was really riled up. "Did you know about this?" Dean cast his wild eyes upon Bobby whole rolled towards them.
"What?" Bobby questioned, before coming to a halt.
"About Sam's genius plan. To say yes to the devil?!" Dean clearly wasn't happy with his brother's plan, and neither was I. It was stupid. I unhooked my leg, and stood to my feet, and came into view of the boys. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bobby nod his head. Dean was surprised with Bobby's reaction. "Well, thanks for the heads up!" He yells at Bobby.
"Hey, this ain't about me," Bobby defended himself.
"You can't do this," Dean spun back around and pointed to Sam. Using his superior older brother's rule on him.
"That's the consensus," Sam replied.
"All right. Awesome. Then, end of discussion," Dean didn't want to hear anymore of this nonsense. Just then his cell phone began to ring. He pulled it free from his pocket, and looked briefly at it. "This isn't over," he locked eyes with Sam for a second. Dean flicked open the phone, and placed it to his ear. "Hello?... Cas?" I was surprised to hear the name. I hadn't seen him since the night I left, since Adam.
"Is he ok?" Sam asks, leaning up from the counter. Dean held up his hand to Sam, gesturing to give him a moment.
"We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you, man?... Are you ok?... You want to elaborate?" Dean listened carefully to Cas's story. "So, a hospital?" Dean listened to his story, but shook his head. "Uh, well, I got to tell you man – you're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box... It's a long story, but, look – we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here," the mention of Cas not being able too was just a pain, he was our insight man, he was an angel.
I placed the bottle on the desk, and grabbed my leather jacket and slipped into it. I blinked and found myself in a hallway. I could tell it was a hospital hallway by the color scheme. I walked down the way, and turned the corner to see the hallway littered with patients, Doctors, and Nurses. I strolled down, and found the first nurse.
"Hi. Do you have a patient who's a john-doe? Yay-high," I indicated Cas's height just above my own head. "Short brown hair, blue eyes. Wears a beige trench coat?" Once I mentioned the trench-coat the nurse recognised who I was on about.
