Tainted Wings (Forever Book 2)

Chapter 2

SAM WINCHESTER 

I sat on the bed and Alex rubbed my knee saying reassuring things. I looked over at her and noticed she took off the necklace she always wore. She also wasn't wearing her prothstetic. "Sam, she'll come home. I know she will." She smiled and the light reached her eyes. She was happy for once. "It may take a while and we may have to fight like hell, but I will come out of retirement for her. I messed up and now I must pay."

I grabbed her hand and remembered how fierce she used to be before Scar was born. She was known all throughout the hunting community. The black haired huntress who took down three wendigos by herself and left everything behind. She killed her own parents, her mother because of possession, and her father because he had turned into a vampire. I remembered that night vividly.The memory played in my head. 

***

She walked up to her car and pulled out her machete. She walked over to him, hips swaying, hair falling to her knees. She swung it once by her side. "You will not kill the only happiness I have left. Not again." She spoke with an icy tone. One that gave me goosebumps. I grabbed my own machete and stood behind her.

"Oh come on Alex, come to Father." He opened his arms and before either of us could react he was standing in front of her, Machete pressed against her throat. I started to run towards her when she pushed him back and knocked him down. Launching the machete fifty feet to the left. She wasn't going to survive this... Surely. Right? I prepared to run in there when he got up, but once again she surprised me. She jumped onto him and stabbed him with a dagger I hadn't seen before. She then grabbed both sides of his head and twisted to the side with all she had. It came off with a crack and a spray of blood. She fell to the ground with the corpse. A breeze started blowing gently but it made her look extremely badass. She stood and turned around, the satisfaction of the murder in her eyes. She lived for this. I could tell.

***

I shook my head when Dean shook me. I must've spaced out. "Cas came back... there's some bad news." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "We're going to have to go and get Crowley to let her out. AKA kill Lilith and fight off Satan. So gr-"

A flap of wings interrupted Dean and Cas was standing behind him. "She's here. Out of the cage. My brother Gabriel raised her. But I have no clue where she is." his hair was sticking in every direction and he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans because apparently, that was his clothing of choice today. Or whatever he could find within arms reach. He had Scar's old anti-possession necklace on, the only thing he could actually take with him. 

"If Gabriel has her she's serving a purpose for him..." I commented. 

"Let's hope its just not a gift for Raphael... He can be a little rough with gifts..." Cas commented and before he could open his mouth again Dean had him against a wall and Alex was standing on one leg. "But let us hope that's not the case." 

Dean let him go and sighed. "Any chance he took her to the Gate?" He asked. "That's where she SHOULD'VE been. Especially with the price on her head from the demons."

Alex seemed to be bothered by that statement and looked around the black room. Her eyes focused on the only Mirror Scar hadn't broken. I remembered that showcase too.

***

Scar and I were sitting at the bar. The roadhouse was packed more than usual. I, of course, was trying to convince her of some random thing.Dean was talking to Jo and Alex on the other side of the room. A man came up and asked her if she was Scarlett Winchester.

"Yeah, whatsittoya?" She asked sipping her water. 

"Well, you're just a legend. Y'know?" He twiddled with his pocket. I gave Scar a little glance and she caught where I was looking. She nodded slightly and looked around. I hadn't known about the extent of her powers but I knew she had them. I caught her practicing. I looked over at Dean and motioned for him to get Alex and Jo outside. He nodded and escorted them out as well as any other person we cared about. When Scar looked back at the man.

"So what if I am? All you heard was lies anyways." She waved him off. 

He pulled out a knife slowly hoping she wouldn't see. I did, and I knew she did too. She glanced at the nearest mirror, which happened to be in the bar itself. "Well, they say... there's a price on your head!" He launched at her and she flicked her eyes at the mirror and it exploded the shards flying forwards and stabbing the man in the face. his eyes, mouth, forehead, and his jugular. He bled out in seconds. She stood up and looked around the room.

"There may be a price on my head, but any demon here who wishes to even attempt to take it, can all go back to hell where you came from. Scarlett Destiny Winchester is a name to fear. Not challenge." She rose her arms and glass everywhere cracked an exploded. Glasses, beer bottles, mirrors, glass frames. Everything. It all surrounded her body to make a full suit of armor that hardened and fused together. The fire in her eyes resembled the ones I had been seeing in my dreams. I was honestly scared. 

***

I walked downstairs and sat on the couch trying to find ways on how to save Scar. Was she even saveable? Or would we kill her trying... Only one way to find out I guess. I sighed and looked down at my hands. Hands that have killed many many abominations. Demons, Vampires, Wendigos, shifters, dinjns, and a trickster. Or so we thought. I honestly didn't even know how the hell we were going to get ourselves out of this one. I heard a clumsy set of feet walking down the stairs and up behind me. 

"Hey..." Alex spoke softly as she tried to figure out how to sit with her prosthesis. She eventually just plopped down and sat next to me. "I know how close you and Scar are. She's your Princess and now she's the damsel in distress. I'm not saying you love her like Castiel does. But I'm also not ignoring the facts. We WILL get her back. Even if I have to take her place. Or if Cas has to somehow, if it's even possible, turn her into an angel. Wipe her mind of the torturous memories of hell." She was still speaking quietly but she sounded like she was trying to assure herself that Scar was going to be fine rather than I.

I put a hand on her knee, my leg lightly brushing against the prothstetic. "We'll get her back. I promise."