"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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My eyes began to flutter open, my vision blurry for a few moments, until I realized what had happened to me. I shot up from my position, and cast my eyes around the room to see that I was in an abandoned theater. And there were five people standing around me. Four were male, and one a female in a prom dress. But I got the feeling that they were inhabited by demons.
"I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam," Sam's voice echoed through the room, as I noticed him standing in front of a mirror, talking to the real Sam. "You can't lie to me. I see it all. How odd you always felt. How...Out of place in that family of yours. And why shouldn't you have. They were forest care – at best. I'm your real family... It is. And I know you know it. All those times you ran away, you weren't running from them. You were running towards me," I woke up at the worst possible time, but the things he was saying about Sam. Could it be the truth? I mean he is inside of him now, and can see all his memories. "This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know. I let Dean live, didn't I? I want him to live. I'll bring your folks back too. I want you to be happy, Sam," Lucifer was trying to bribe him into submission. I was frozen to the ground, I dared not move an inch, just in case I was next on Lucifer's list.
Lucifer scoffs, to himself. "Really? Not even a little payback?" I frowned at what he meant. "Look closely," he continued, turning half of his body to the demons standing in a circle. They were like statues in a rose garden. "None of these little devils look familiar to you?" He asks, as my eyes cast between the demons, as they must have been linked to Sam at one point in his life. "And that's your friend Dough from that time in East Lansing. And Rachel... Your prom date," Lucifer turned his attention back to the mirror. "Sam Winchester, this is your life," he extends both of his arms out. "Azazel's gang – watching you since you were a rugrat, jerking you around like a dog on a leash... I know how you feel about them... Me too. So, what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?" He pondered the question to Sam with a smirk.
"Sam!" I called out his name, as I had to do something, the devil knew I was awake, he was just jerking me around. "You have to fight! Fight him!" I shout to him, anything that could make him take control.
"Sam can't come to the phone right now," a smug tugged at the corners of Sam's lips, as he spun around to face. "Abigael," he longed out my name, as I forced myself to stand, and he walked my way. "The key to my cage, and to my heart," he fakes a pout, as if it was a romantic gesture. "What more could you want?" Once he was close enough, he raised his right hand up to my cheek, and caressed it. But I swatted his hand away from my cheek, but this just angeried him. Making him use his other hand, to grip the back of my hair, and pull me back. I went with such a force, I was nearly thrown off my feet. I yelped out in pain, clinging my hands onto his - trying to lessen his hold.
"You bastard!" I yelled through gritted teeth, as his grip on my hair just tightened.
"You ungrateful bitch! The lengths I went to, to make sure you were born!" His tone rose throughout his sentence. My eyes widened, as my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "And I don't even get a thanks in return,"
