[Dean's vessel is nothing more than a means to an end. It doesn't matter what body Abaddon's in, she'll be able to do the same amount of damage either way. And she will tear those angels apart, piece by piece.
They've held their high and mighty attitudes for far too long, and now that they've lost their wings? They may as well be easy targets.
Why not do it with Dean at her side, just to add insult to injury?
Before Abaddon can respond, though, Dean slams his head against her face, causing her to jerk back. Blood spills from her nose and she lets out a grunt of pain, but beyond that there isn't much of a reaction. Lifting one hand up to her nose, she forcibly pushes it back into place.
And huffs out a laugh, eyeing Dean carefully.] Since we're so set on not playing nice...
[She moves away, grabs up Dean's phone from where she dropped it, and scrolls through until she finds Sam. Presses SEND and then waits.]
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They've held their high and mighty attitudes for far too long, and now that they've lost their wings? They may as well be easy targets.
Why not do it with Dean at her side, just to add insult to injury?
Before Abaddon can respond, though, Dean slams his head against her face, causing her to jerk back. Blood spills from her nose and she lets out a grunt of pain, but beyond that there isn't much of a reaction. Lifting one hand up to her nose, she forcibly pushes it back into place.
And huffs out a laugh, eyeing Dean carefully.] Since we're so set on not playing nice...
[She moves away, grabs up Dean's phone from where she dropped it, and scrolls through until she finds Sam. Presses SEND and then waits.]