Tainted Wings (Forever Book 2)

Chapter 8

SCARLETT DESTINY WINCHESTER
I stood behind Gabriel as he walked down the street. People glanced at us and whispered to themselves. It made me curious. I caught the eye of a girl with blonde hair and my sight changed. Suddenly I was in an opening with two cars. The same woman walked up but her eyes were pure black for a second, I hadn't even realized that I stopped moving until Gabriel pulled me up to him and grabbed my wrist hard.

"Pay attention you little-!" He says through clenched teeth and then regains his composure. "Save it for the demons." He told me instead of before letting me go. I looked down at my arms and pulls down the sleeves before following him into a gas station. A man was standing there holding a bottle of hard whiskey. His hair hung in his eyes and he was screaming at them.
"You bitches have no idea how hard it is!! Running from Crowley!" He screamed swinging around his bottle, obviously drunk.

"I'll let you get this Scar." Gabe pushed me forward and I walked over to the drunken man. He looked at me and smiled "Ello Scar." He spoke suddenly and stood up straight, looking as sober as ever. "I'm sure you want me dead but listen to me." I shook my head and looked back at Gabriel. He looked like he was getting pissed off more and more by the second.

"Listen, sir, I don't have time for chit-chat." I turned to him with steel in my eyes and his color drained. "Back to where you came from scum." I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer putting the palm of my hand against his sweaty forehead. His eyes and mouth started to smoke out and the smoke went down to hell. I let go of the man and walked out.

From behind me, I heard someone appear. I turned expecting another demon but was met with blue eyes. I paused for a moment. A voice inside of me said to alert Gabriel, another said to shut the fuck up and go with him. I stood in shock not knowing what to do.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me close before taking off and before I knew it we were in a clearing in the middle of the woods somewhere. "Let go of me!" I pushed him away and looked around. "Where am I?! I demand you take me back right this instant!" I swung a right hook at him aiming for his nose and was surprised to see him grab my fist and turn it behind my back holding me close.

"I don't wanna hurt you Scar. But if you make me I will." He spoke calmly into my ear. "Now we're gonna go somewhere and you cannot escape." He spoke again before we again changed locations. We were at that junkyard I saw in one of my dreams. Cas walked me to the house and opened the door and dragged me downstairs to an Iron door. A man in a wheelchair (also the one I saw from my dream.) Opened the door and Cas shoved me inside. "Now stay." He said as he locked the door. I ran up and pounded on it with all I had. I eventually gave up and sat there looking at the ceiling and the large industrial-sized fan. There were markings all over the walls, to keep me in I guess.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time Scar..." I asked myself out loud, my voice echoing in the tall enclosure. It's not like I could leave. Every time I asked Gabriel to teach me, he refused. Saying how I would escape. And the door's locked from the inside, and I don't think anyone can hear my prayers from here. I curled up against the far wall looking at the door. I don't even remember falling asleep... Can angels fall asleep?

ALEX WINCHESTER

"You better not be fucking with me Castiel," I told him, his own angel blade pressed against his jugular. We stood in the middle of our living room. Dean, Sam, Jo, Ellen, and Bobby were all sitting/standing around us.

"I'm not I swear! Ask Bobby! She's in his basement!" He pleaded very calmly... Just kidding. The man sounded like he was about to shit himself.

"Bobby," Dean asked in an authoritative tone turning to him, "is this true?"

"It is. Now if you idjits could stop making the poor man piss himself I'll take you to her." He spoke and gestured with his usual tone of so-fucking-done. I released Cas and fixed my prosthetic, a constant reminder that Scar was out there. Somewhere. And she was strong.

The drive over to Bobby's was a silent one. Dean was gripping the steering wheel to baby so hard I thought he was gonna break it. Sam was in the back holding a box of letters that he had written for her. Some of them were from before she went missing, and some were from after. I threw a couple of my own in there. After all, she was the only successful pregnancy I had. Cas sat awkwardly in the back, Looking down at an old photo of the two of them. It was her eighteenth birthday and she insisted that she had a photo with her favorite person outside the family. I closed my eyes and laid my head back. 'Please let her be safe' I thought to myself.

Please...