"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 lent against the hood of the Impala, staring out into the scrap yard, filled with beat up cars. Cars that had been forgotten about. My arms crossed over my chest, just staring into space, as my mind did over time. Dean had retrieved Death's ring, more like he handed it to him. He gave us a brief run down on it, explaining on hwo they worked, and how my blood fitted into all of this. But I could tell he was holding back.
"You alright?" Sam's husky voice pierced the air, bringing me out of my staring trance. Sam had appeared to the right of me, or I was just too engrossed in my own thoughts that I didn't hear him approach.
"No," the word just felt from my mouth, it took Sam by surprise, and it surely took myself by surprise. "No I'm not," I finally took my gaze to Sam, meeting his soft gaze. "You saying yes-"
"Abigael,"
"What Sam?!" I snapped at him, my voice raising a bit higher than normal. "You going to tell me it's your choice. That you have to do this for the world?! To save everyone?!" he gave me a knowing look, meaning that he was going to say that to me. I couldn't help but scoff at him, snapping my head back in front to look at the discarded cars.
"Abigael I can't see any other way," his voice was soft with his reply, as he understood my anger about all of this. "This is the only way for us to beat the devil," headstrong like his brother. "And deep down you know that," I didn't meet his gaze, just listened to him. As he was right, it pained me to say it. He was.
The air was silent for a few moments, as I just listened to the wind blow all around me. "You're one brave man, Sam Winchester," I finally spoke in a low voice, twisting my head to meet his waiting gaze.
"Making assumptions I see," he retorted with a smile. Trying to lighten up the mood, wanting to take my mind off the inevitable way this ends. A wide genuine smile etched my face, sending my cheeks high up. I unfolded my arms, and pushed myself up from leaning against the hood, turning my body to Sam, closing the small gap between up. I wrapped my hands around him, embracing him into a hug. I could feel his muscly frame even through his clothes. But he hugs back, as I rested my head on the crook of his neck.
"Promise me, you'll fight," my words were a mere whisper, but I clung to him like a newborn to their mother, not wanting to let go, and he got the feeling that I didn't want to either. "Like you never fought before," I squeezed him a little tighter.
"I promise," he replied to my comment and I was taking his promise to heart. I basked in his warm embrace for a few seconds longer, before willingly myself off of him. And his warmth was like a fleeting memory. "I actually have beers," our lingering eyes on one another made Sam a bit uncomfortable, as his eyes darted to the cool box next to the Impala. He leans down, lifting up the cooler box lid, grabbing two bottles of cheap beer within. He passed me one once he had twisted the cap off. I accepted the beer with a smile.
Without a word, I blinked and found myself sitting on the hood of the Impala, as Sam was just bending back up to meet my gaze, but I wasn't in front of him. He didn't say a word, and climbed up on the hood of the car, and relaxed a few inches from me. He was taller so he had to bend his legs to fit on properly. We sat in silence, drinking our beers, just welcoming the bliss, and tried to capture this moment before it was gone. Not long after I could hear the heavy footsteps approaching the Impala.
