Broken wings || Destiel

Chapter 14

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Two days. It's been two days since he left. Two days of aimless wandering through the narrow streets, hiding in dark corners, hoping no one will notice the dark figure in the shadows.

It was for the best, he kept on repeating to himself, but it didn't lift the weight off his chest. He knew he didn't finish what he was supposed to, and he couldn't move on knowing he left a part of him behind.

He had everything planned, every little detail, but then Vasilisa showed up and he had to act quickly.

When he left her the first time, he had a plan. He knew what he had to do. Even though he couldn't remember all the reasons why he was once so obsessed with that poor little human, he still knew the bond between was too strong to just disappear. He knew he had to break it - break Dean, before moving on. However when he found them in the little motel, he felt a strange twitching in his stomach, and despite his original plan, he couldn't hurt him.

He made sure the other two men will stay asleep for a few days, and for reasons he couldn't explain, took Dean to the apartment he had rented in New Orleans. He knew he had to make the other man hate him to break whatever it was that was always pulling them together, but then Vasilisa came like a shadow from his past, crashing his plan.

He didn't mind watching her torture people, hell, he even enjoyed it, but this time it was diferrent. He couldn't shake off the tiny voice telling him what a monster he is, creeping its way into his head a little bit more every day.

After a week he couldn't stand it anymore. He drove to the motel where he left Sam and Bobby, hoping to find them so he could finish his plan and move on. However, both men were ready to fight him and once he finished erasing all of their memories of him, he was bleeding from many wounds and bruises were forming on his pale skin. He was surprised how many memories were connected to him, how many moments he spent with them were hidden deep in their mind.

When he got back to the apartment, his clothes were soaked in blood and he could barely walk. Trying his best not to pass out, he sat down on the couch next to Vasilisa and tried telling her about his plan, but he couldn't form the sentence without coughing and panting, his words coming out like a whisper. He saw her eyes flashing red for a second as they did whenever she was angry, before she turned to Dean and slowly raised her hand towards him. As he realized what she was about to do, he jumped off the couch and stood in front of her, blocking the way to Dean.

His head turned to Dean and with all the power he had left, he whispered the old formula and dived into Dean's memories to take back every minute he gave this man.

He was fast, but not fast enough. He felt the woman's body pressing against his own protectively, her eyes turning to him one last time before the ball of heat and energy hit them.

It felt like he was on fire, yet freezing. He couldn't breathe, even though the air was being pushed to his lungs.

He felt Vasilisa's body falling to the ground next to him, her eyes wide open, cold as the life was taken from in a matter of seconds.

Just as fast as the spell came, it disappeared and within a few moments he was able to stand up to his feet, picking Vasilisa's dead body from the ground and holding her to his chest.

When he heard voices and quick steps getting closer and closer to the room, he opened the window and in one swift move landed on the ground, eyes scanning the dark for any sign of danger. After a few moments he stood up and carrying the woman's body, he started walking towards the lake he knew was hidden in the woods less than a mile away. When he got there, he layed the lifeless body into the water, knowing no one will find her here. He could've just dumped her in the dark streets, but something about that felt wrong.

After all, she was the one who taught him how to survive when he became-

His thoughts suddenly stopped when he realized something was diferrent. The emptiness he'd been feeling for months was gone, he felt stronger, more... Alive.

He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and looked at the reflection. His face was scratched and bloody, his hair ruffled from the fight back in the motel, but his eyes were like stars glowing in the dark sky. There was no more red, they were now blue, lighter than ever, and it took him a few moments to understand what it means.

He was no longer a monster.