"Aren't we all bound in one way or another?"
Since Abigael made the decision to place herself into a deep slumber, to come to terms with the knowledge Lucifer provided. All seemed well, and calm. She was coming to terms with the fact of it all. But...
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Bobby and Rufus conversed, and the mention of Omaha seemed to upset Bobby greatly. It hinted at something troubling that had occurred in the state. I couldn't pry even if I wanted to; I had no powers. Rufus's eyes caught mine from the corner, prompting me to respond.
"I know," I began pausing for some dramatic effect. "I'm a double threat," I finished off, turning to face Rufus directly.
"Could say that again," he replied with a nod. "So, half-demon?" Rufus raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion.
"My mother was a witch, and my father was a demon," I explained, keeping it straightforward to avoid any confusion. "I was raised in isolation, unaware of my demonic side, until I was condemned as a witch and hanged alongside my mother in Salem," I explained, watching as his eyes widened in surprise at my revelation.
"As in the Salem witch trials?" he asked, giving me a look of disbelief. I nodded in response, confirming his suspicion. "Well, I'll be damned," he chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by the revelation that I was both a demon and a witch.
In an instant, the sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the cannery, jolting us into high alert. I shot up from my seat, as we spun around in unison, scanning our surroundings, before rushing out of the room towards the sound. Emerging into the corridor, we caught sight of Sam and Dean sprinting past.
"I heard a shot," Bobby declared, his gaze briefly fixing on the fleeing figures of the brothers.
"Samuel!" Dean's voice reverberated with urgency, the single word conveying everything we needed to know. Without hesitation, Sam and Dean dashed forward down the corridor. I hurriedly pursued them, sticking close as we combed through the corridor, but our search yielded no sign of Samuel. After several tense moments of fruitless exploration, we retraced our steps back to the cafeteria where Bobby had retrieved the guns from the locker.
"We lost him," Dean reported to Rufus and Bobby, his tone edged with frustration and concern. The boys swiftly retrieved their guns and checked them while I reached for the gun Samuel had used and placed it back in the bag.
"What's the plan?" Sam asked, locking eyes with Bobby.
"We stick together. We need to keep track of this thing, who it's in," Dean announced, unclipping his magazine and examining it before reloading. Everyone eyed one another up, as we had to be careful here.
Sam turned towards me, his expression hopeful yet unsure, as he reached out for my wrist, aiming to undo the protective bracelet. Instinctively, I withdrew my arm, denying his attempt. He paused, clearly taken aback by my resistance, as if expecting me to eagerly embrace the chance to regain my powers.
"Not until we're certain it's dead," I asserted, meeting his gaze with conviction. Sam nodded in reluctant agreement, understanding the risk I posed if the worm managed to possess me. I couldn't afford to jeopardize their safety.
