"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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We all attended to what we needed to do, before going anywhere to beat Death and collect his ring. I was pretty much ready to go, I was bound to meet Death sooner or later in my life, and it would actually stick. I swayed through the junkyard Bobby owns, and saw the Impala, and Dean rummaging in the trunk of the car. Stocking up on things that they might need.
"The famous Winchester trunk," my voice soars through the air, catching the attention of Dean - who lifted his head up. As I was now standing to the right of him, taking a gander in. "Bit lackluster," I mocked, as a chuckle escaped my lips. I was expecting more than this, but then again, it was a small trunk.
"Sorry it's not up to your standards, Princess," he shot back with a sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes at the use of the word. "Anyway you, I want to talk to you," I was surprised to hear this from him, after everything. I flashed my eyebrows up briefly, intrigued by his comment. He had stood upright, and faced me. "Sam told me about Aradia,"
"I expected nothing less," I retorted, knowing that this was a possibility. "I don't want to talk about it," I was trying to dismiss his interest in this, as I wasn't partially feeling up to chatting about an Archangel - when they don't even know she's an Archangel. But I guess Cas was going to explain that real soon once I'm gone.
"Then I guess I'm going to thank you," words that I didn't think was possible to hear from Dean WInchester. "After everything, you're still here, still helping. I don't think we can do this without you," I could see in his eyes that he was truthful, and his tone just made it even more believable.
"You literally can't do it without me," I reminded him with a soft laugh. "But thank you," a smile etched onto my face, tugging at the corner of my lips, as I couldn't hold it back. My gaze softened, as a feeling washed over my heart - not a pain, nor discomfort, but something warm and fluttery. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam approaching the Impala, but I think Dean also heard him coming, so he returned to moving around boxes of ammunition, and other things. Sam walks by both of us and places his back against the Impala, staring off before taking a sigh.
"Let me guess. We're about to have a talk," Dean states, coming around me, and coming to the side of his brother - knowing him so well. Sam just chuckles at the fact he knew him so well.
"I'll leave you to it," I announce, smiling at both of them, before flourishing my hand up, engulfed in black smoke. I reformed in the living room of Bobby's, but the first face I saw when the smoke faded was that of Crowley's. Which instantly made me frown at him.
"You really do have a thing for them," he states, a soft bellow coming from him. "Should I go as far as say 'care'?" His laughter only continued into his words, finding it humorous that a demon could care.
"Must be my humanity," I was smug in my reply, finding Crowley to be a little annoying. But he just gave me this look that I just wanted to slap off his face. "What do you want me to say Crowley? That I care for them? That I can't seem to be rid of them, no matter how hard I try?" I was playing along with his little game, to dig for information, for me to slip up and finally admit my true feelings about it all.
