Forever. (Supernatural Fanfic) COMPLETE

An explanation

SCARLETT DESTINY WINCHESTER 

When I woke up after getting checked on, Castiel was talking and I felt a hand near my forehead. I grabbed it and opened my eyes. "Don't you dare take my battle scar from me..." I spoke, my voice slightly raspy. 

Cas sighed and nodded moving his hand back. "At least let me fix the condition of your eye..." He requested. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see out of my left eye. "Please." He begged. "I can't stand looking at the empty socket." He looked away from my face and had this look of pain in his eyes. 

"Yes, Cas... please," I asked. "I cant be a hunter and blind." I looked away from my uncle who was holding my right hand. Purposefully looking away from the left side of my face. Cas carefully unwrapped the bandages around my eye and carefully put his two fingers on my eyelid. I felt the skin move into where my eye was supposed to be. It clearly, wasn't there and I realized how gross that was. I also remembered how I lost it...

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I ran towards the closest hellhound, or where I thought he was, and swung. I made contact and laughed continuing the momentum into the next strike. I hit two or three before I was pulled down. I screamed as one scratched my face. Saw a white sphere swinging around wildly with my left eye closed. I brought the stick up and struck it on the head. 

they just kept coming. I eventually got up and ran into the house grabbing salt, gas, and a lighter. I screamed at the top of my lungs an exorcism, as hellhounds tore at my ankles. I doused the area of the woods where Azazel stood and set it ablaze. Hellhounds screamed as I threw salt everywhere. I didn't care if I was fucking it up. I needed to get the hell out of there. 

"CASTIEL! I PRAY TO YOUR FEATHERY ASS GET ME OUT OF HERE!" And in an instant, I was gone. I was in the hospital and the next thing I knew was I was on the floor. "mom..." I said before collapsing.

***
I wondered if Cas caught me after he rescued me. I opened my eyes after he removed his fingers and I was stunned to see the world focusing. I looked over at Sammy as he became the first thing I focused on. "Still have heterochromia?" I smirked and he laughed. 

"Yes scar, I made sure of that," Cas said. "I couldn't stand to see you with normal eyes.

"So sam... about that story you were going to tell me..." I looked over and then glanced at Dad.

"What story Sammy?" He said in that tone of voice. The one that made sure you knew you were in trouble. I've only ever seen Dad use that tone with uncle Sam. Okay maybe me too but mostly Sam. 

"Uh... One I haven't told you yet...." He started. "I didn't want you to hate yourself, Dean." He gripped my hand tighter and I let out a squeal because it hurt like a mother fucker.

"Dammit Sammy be careful! She's fractured that hand!" He walked over and removed Sam's hand from mine and pulls out a brace and slides it carefully over my fingers. 

Some commotion from outside drew my attention towards the door. I watched in awe as my mother walked in, holding for dear life to her IV stand as she made her way slowly into my room. My mouth must've dropped open because Dad's head whipped around. "I know what story he's going to tell.. Because I was awake for it." She told us. "After all, I was the one who did it." Alex smiled and I realized it wasn't Mom, at all. 

"Azazel you bastard!" I screamed getting up and ripping out all of my cords, needles, and the brace. "GET OUT OF MY MOM!" I shouted grabbing their neck and holding them above the ground. "You know NOTHING about this family no matter how hard you try and convince us you do!" I stared him in the eyes and growled. "You took my secret hideaway, my mother, my mother's LEG! Now you're going to pay!" 

My glare intensified and suddenly Azazel was screaming out in pain, he couldn't smoke out, he couldn't move. I wondered if this was what Dad and Uncle Sam were talking about when Sam used to be able to kill demons with his mind. Azazel finally smoked out and sunk down to the ground, lifeless practically. Mom slumped into my arms and I held her. 

"What" Dad started

"The"  Sam added

"Hell?" finished Cas, which I thought was extremely funny.

I dragged her to the bed and laid her down before sitting into a chair. I sat there processing what had just happened. It went by so fast! Did I kill Azazel? Or did I just send them back to hell? Sam walked over and sighed. 

"I need to tell you this story... It'll make sense.." He spoke softly. "When you were six months old... I woke up to you crying. I sat up to make sure you were okay, and I saw Dean... Standing over your crib. Nothing unusual, so I asked him if he had you. He didn't respond at first but eventually said he did."

"Sam..." I started. Afraid of what he was going to say next. If Azazel was there then that meant...

"Before I knew it he had a knife and slit open his wrist. The blood dripped into your mouth and you stopped crying. I recognized what had happened immediately. I started to make a move but was thrown into the bathroom. When I was free Azazel was gone and you were asleep with Dean lying on the floor." He paused and wiped his eyes. "Scar, you have..."

"Demon blood...." I finish already knowing his answer. Everything made sense because of it. I was part demon. The mirrors, the mind-exorcism... I looked over at my father who had a worried look on his face. "This... this explains everything," I say. Cas looks over at me and gets a sad look on his face. And something else.... love? I couldn't place it before he disappeared. 

Everything had changed. Cas, Dad, Sam... they all looked at me differently. I just wanted to go home. I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes. Who had made the deal?

"its all my fault..." Mom spoke softly from my bed. I looked over at her. "I'm sorry Scar..."