"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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Detroit, Michigan wasn't a place I would associate the devil with. But here we are. Bobby looked at the motel that the devil was suspected in. Within minutes, Bobby was walking back down the alley we had parked in. Out of view of passing strangers.
"Demons. At least two dozen of them," Bobby states a bit out of breath from his walk. "You were right. Somethings up,"
"More than something," Dean retorted. "He's here. I know it," Dean was sure of this, and two dozen demons in one building. Only one thing they were protecting. Dean spun on his heels, and headed to the back of the Impala. His hands dug into his jacket pocket, but soon heard the jingle of his keys. Sam pushed himself off the impala, and locked eyes with Bobby. The air was silent between them, as Bobby took a few steps closer to Sam. What could he say in a situation like this one?
"I'll see ya around, kid,"
"See ya around," on the outside it didn't appear to be much. But on the inside it was so much more. Then on instinct Bobby lunges forwards and grips Sam in a hug. Though it only lasted a few moments it was enough for them.
"He gets in... You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch," Bobby was telling to fight as hard as he could to beat the devil.
"Yes sir," Sam replied, agreeing with his statement. Bobby couldn't look at &Sam anymore and turned his back on him and walked a few inches away. A bit he knew for so long wasn't coming back. It hurts deep.
"Take care of these guys, ok?" Sam had turned to face Castiel, holding out his hand for the Angel to shake, and they did lock hands.
"That's not possible," he reported, as he was still new to all of this. But then again I would have thought he would understand how it all worked by now.
"Then humor me," Sam states with a chuckle in his tone.
"Oh. I was supposed to lie," he caught on, making Sam chuckle once again at this innocence. "Uh... Sure, they'll be fine. I-"
"Just — Just stop... Talking," it was a sweet moment between the pair. Sam turned his attention onto me, but I was going with him and Dean into the building. Nevertheless, I nodded my head to Sam as he passed, now at the trunk with his brother. "You mind not watching this?" It was more of a statement than a question. Without a word, Dean walked away from the trunk, allowing Sam to have some privacy. I accompanied Dean to the front of the car, and began to wait for Sam to drink all four bottles. It was worse for me because I could hear every chug, gulp, and the darkness growing inside of him. It was so much stronger than before. It was like a toxic wave washing over me without no warning.
About five minutes passed and the slam of the trunk brought me back to reality. My head snapped in the direction to see Sam walk from the trunk in our direction.
"Ok. Let's go," he marched on past us, taking the lead. Dean and I followed him blindly. Heading into the direction of the motel where the devil was waiting for us.
