𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
lexi winchester had experienced hell and back. she had hunted every monster, killed demons, slain vampires. it was in her blood to kill. but when a nephilim came to be, she made a different choice.
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The bunker library was fairly empty, most people were out on hunts or off on some other business. This was the routine. Hunters would flow in and out of the bunker, some injured, some celebrating a successful hunt. It was often chaotic, but it was the new normal.
"I don't know how I got it." said Dean.
The Winchesters and Castiel sat in the library, Dean's sleeve rolled up to reveal a scar on his shoulder, one he didn't remember getting.
Cas stared at the scar, the shaping of it intriguing him. It was two stab wounds, both identical and an inch apart that took up most of his bicep. It looked like whatever was used to create it was some type of two spiked fork. "Well, what could hurt Michael like that?"
Sam shook his head, "Whatever it was it must have been strong."
Lexi bit her nail, her eyes on the scar, "I thought only an archangel blade could hurt him."
The men shrugged. No one knew, no one had come across something like that before.
Dean leant back in his chai, "So, Cas I'm going to need you to get in my head, do the whole Vulcan mind meld thing because if I can't remember what happened I'm going to need you to drag it out of me, okay?"
Sam held his hand out to pause Dean, "Wait a second, you sure about this?"
"Yeah, I can handle it."
His sister shook her head, "Dean, it could be a lot to handle." Said Lexi. Who knew what monstrous things Michael did while possessing Dean.
"Cas, c'mon hit me." Dean insisted, tapping his hands down onto the table.
Cas hesitantly raised his hands, hovering over Dean's head before gently pressing his fingers onto his temples. It was silent, all eyes watched Cas and Dean, eagerly waiting. Then, after a while, Cas snapped out of his mind.
"Anything?" Asked Sam.
Cas shook his head then moved around Dean and didn't hesitate to place his hand onto the scar. Dean's face scrunched up with either pain or fear, it was hard to tell, and his mouth was agape. When Castiel finally broke the connection, Dean gasped for breath, his eyes wide as they shot open.
Cas stepped back, "Dean, who was that?"
Dean's eyes started around, trying desperately to remember before it clicked. "I've seen them before." He stated, "In the bad place."
