Tainted Wings (Forever Book 2)

Chapter 12

CASTIEL

Talking to Scarlett through the vents wasn't planned. However, going down to see her was. I crept down the stairs carefully the next morning. Watching her sleep had been a habit of mine since she was in the gate. Somewhere I had considered taking her back to, so she wouldn't be found. But Alex and Dean wanted her here, so here she was. I carefully opened the door to the metal panic room and peeked inside. She was laying on her back, I assumed she tried to push sleep off as long as possible. 

She looked at peace, for the first time in the past few days. It was refreshing to see her like that. I stood by the door for a few moments more, watching her sleep, creepy as it was. She grunted and moved onto her right side, now facing me. The scars over her left eye were visible by shadows and the scars on her arm from many many hunts were all visible. She was a deadly force of nature when she wanted to be. 

"Sleep tight, my angel. And may your tainted wings protect you from Gabriel." I spoke quietly before closing the door.

SCARLETT DESTINY WINCHESTER

I heard the door to the room open, I closed my eyes quickly hoping whoever it was would leave. The door stayed open for a while, so I rolled over to my right side to see if I could peek and see who it was. I opened my eyes enough to look through my lashes and saw Cas standing by the door. He stood there and stared for a little before whispering something and shutting the door. I sat up and stared at it for a moment. 

Flashes of a wooden door came forth in my memory, a cabin on the lakeside. Beautiful flowers and birds. A magical place. I held my head, a splitting headache suddenly arising. I felt like two halves of me were at war. One of them was fighting to remember and one thought it was better off forgetting. I wanted to remember. If it took everything I had I would remember. I grabbed both sides of my head and fought. If it was going to kill me I would REMEMBER.

Memories FLOODED in. 

 Mom, our many fights, days where I wished I was normal, chopping off my mom's leg, hospital visits, the guilt. How brave she was. How enormous her love for me was, and is.

 Dad, his classic rock tapes, his goofy little sayings, his love for pie. His death, oh god his death. At age 16 I practically watched my father get torn to shreds by hellhounds. Searching for months for ways to pull him back, my unfulfillable need to hold him. Meeting an angel of the lord.

My uncle Sam, his many jokes and gifts. Late nights spent with storied of college and the life he would have had if he was normal. The stories he told me about mom and dad. Their epic love story that seemed to go on forever. 

Castiel... Dancing with him in a bright red dress in a made-up ballroom in my dreams. Endless days spent by a lakeside, talking about life experiences and the endless flow of time. The gate, our secret hideaway that only we could access.

 Jo, Crowley, using my powers. I stood and breathed in a few times, feeling this power surge through my veins. I clenched my fists and looked up at the fan. I smirked, HE was dead as soon as I got out of here. 

So

Damn

Dead.