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The encounter with Cas lingered in my mind like an unwanted guest, leaving behind a trail of self-doubt and frustration. As I replayed the events over and over in my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that gnawed at me. Why did his rejection affect me so deeply? Was it because, deep down, I still harboured a sliver of hope for acceptance from him, and the boys? But as I spiralled into this vortex of self-loathing, I realized that I wouldn't be able to change their perspective of me. No matter what I did, I would always be viewed as a demon. And with that bitter realization settling in, I made a decision to distance myself from them. Even when they called none-stop, I never answered it.
I know it might seem selfish, but I couldn't bear to be around them when they couldn't accept me for who I am. Being with them changed me, changed how I did things. I felt like I was constantly tiptoeing around them, and I didn't want to. But if I didn't, they might see me differently.
I stood on the balcony of my apartment, leaning on the bannister, gazing out at the bustling streets of New York below. Despite the passage of time, the city remained vibrant and alive. The gentle breeze tousled my hair and caressed my skin, offering a moment of tranquillity amidst the urban chaos. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on my eyelids and breathing in the scent of the air.
The flapping of wings echoed in the air, but then abruptly ceased, leaving an unsettling stillness. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of someone's intense gaze fixed upon me from behind.
"You know I have a front door for a reason," I started, pushing myself away from the balcony's edge and turning to face Dean, who stood there with a stern expression as if I had done something wrong. "Did feathers drop you off?" I teased, making my way toward him before brushing past and heading back into the apartment.
"Where have you been?!" Dean's voice carried a hint of frustration, his tone slightly elevated. I rolled my eyes and allowed a sigh to escape from my lips before turning to face him once more.
"Don't start, Dean," I replied, not in the mood for an argument.
"Don't start?!" he echoed, clearly surprised by my response. "We needed you, and you didn't come," his voice grew louder, scolding me. "We had a lead on how to defeat Eve. Cas sent us back in time, and we almost didn't make it!" He continued with urgency; his tone elevated but not quite yelling. "After everything, the one time we needed you the most, you're a no-show," he continued, his tone tinged with irony.
"Just living up to expectations," I retorted dryly. "After all, I'm a demon." I raised my eyebrows momentarily, noticing a slight softening of his expression. "Don't you just love to remind me every chance you can get," I replied, the sarcasm thick in my voice, but there was a hint of annoyance within.
"Abby," his voice whispered my name, soft and gentle, sending a shiver down my spine. I shook my head at him as if we weren't going to have a heart-to-heart. But he was giving me this look, the one that could make you spill your darkest secrets.
