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Her wings were red. Red like the color of a mortal man’s blood. They dripped with fog; born anew. Her eyes were black like fresh tar, though they were closed now. Her tanned skin glistened with dew, as she rose from the ground, from one knee to both feet. Destiel Winchester opened her black eyes. When the dark color had faded away at her silent command, her once blue/green iris was replaced with a vivid cherry red. With traces of black streaks that lead to the pupil. Her skin boiled so that the steam around her was from the clash of her heated skin and the cool air around her. She looked left, the right. Her humanity was in shreds. As the demon within her rose up, power surging, parts of her skin began to bubble and peel off from the heat, flaying itself. However, if you were to touch her, you'd find her skin to be quite cool (this was only because contrary to popular belief, demons and Lucifer burned cold, not hot). She peeled off about a foot of skin from her arm and dropped it to the floor. She didn't so much as flinch.
Her humanity was literally peeling from her skin. But so were her wings. She gently brushed a hand past a few feathers, and the black things shuddered and fell to the floor. Some stuck on, but she knew it was only a matter of time.
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Dean Winchester was frustrated with his bitch of a brother. Sam was being a grade-A pain in the ass, complaining about how loud Dean and Cas had gotten the night before. Dean had actually been quite proud of himself, but Sam was just whining and wouldn’t shut up about it.
So instead, while his angel boyfriend was off doing whatever,and Sam was sulking in the kitchen, Dean plopped his ass down in Sam’s room to watch the news (Sam’s room had a better tv).
“Breaking news on this developing story. Janet is on the scene now. How are you, Janet?” The anchorman asked. Dean was only half-paying attention, but he didn’t really have anything better to do. Nothing interesting, anyway.
“Thanks, Stan. I’m here on Park Avenue, where a mass murdering has happened just a few hours ago. Here is a clip from the video footage recorded.” Dean leaned in, attentive now. Might be a case. The clip showed a “viewer discretion advised” sign before playing the black and white security camera video. It showed a young girl with dark hair and a shiny silver knife cutting open the people in the small convenience store. The people (a couple and a older-looking man as well as the middle-aged cashier) screamed as their lives were taken from them all too suddenly. The girl admired her handiwork then turned towards the camera, showing her face for the first time, and smiled. Dean’s heart stopped in his chest.
“You’re next, Claire.” Destiel smirked, her eyes going black.
The video ended as the seraphim stabbed the recorder.
Dean needed a moment to breathe. No, this had to be a mistake: some cruel prank being pulled on him. Des would never hurt anyone, and she wasn’t a demon… right? Dean’s eyes were glued to the television in horror. The reporter continued her speech.
“If anyone has any information on the whereabouts or identity of this young woman, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. She is considered armed and extremely dangerous. She has black hair, around five feet ten inches tall, white, female, and…” the reporter paused, pressing her fingers to her earpiece to hear better, “and… red eyes.” She kept her cool,composing herself. “Once again, if anyone has any information on this young woman, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. She is armed and heavily dangerous, and not to be approached at all costs. Back to you, Stan.”
“Alright,thank you, Janet. Our hearts go out to all the families of the victims of this tragedy. And now we go to a new story, a young man discovered gold in his-” Dean turned off the TV. He couldn’t watch anymore.
“SAM! CAS! Get in here!” Dean ordered. It didn’t take too long for the said angel and hunter to appear.
“Hey, Dean. What’s wrong?” Sam asked, worried. Cas sat down beside a shell-shocked Dean. He looked over at his angel forlornly.
“Dean?” Cas called quietly.
“It’s… It’s Destiel. She, uh…” Dean couldn’t find the words to explain. His mouth felt like he was trying to swallow a 50-pound weight. It was dry and his gut threatened him with throwing up. Shakily, he clutched at Sam’s laptop and played the video from the local news’ website. The video played, but Dean looked away. His brother and angel boyfriend watched, while Dean had to endure the screams of the innocents his daughter was slaughtering. The clip ended, and up popped the replay symbol. No one spoke.
It was Dean who broke the silence.
"I don't...uh..." Cas put his hand in Dean's, entwining their fingers.
"Dean." Sam said softly. “Dean… you know what this means.” Dean looked up at his brother like an animal that had been hit by a car. But it was Cas that spoke:
“Sam, we can’t kill…” His voice faltered. “We can’t. She’s still human. She has a little bit of angel left in her.”
“But Cas, angels have murdered before. So have humans. But… did she even look human to you?” Sam countered. “I mean, I saw black eyes, and that typically means demon. Which, by the way, how could she be a demon?”
“I had the Mark when she got created. Maybe it passed through the blood.” Dean answered. And he was right.
“But why now?” Sam questioned. Dean shook his head.
“I don’t know.” He replied. Cas sighed in dismay.
“Dammit.” He muttered, sounding like Dean. The Winchester brothers turned to the angel.
“What is it, Cas?” Dean asked cautiously, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what the angel had to say.
“Charlie.” He said simply. Dean and Sam looked at each other then back to Cas in confusion.
“Charlie? What does Charlie have to do with this, they don’t even know each other.”
“Yes, they do. When I sent Des away, she went off to live with Charlie. I thought it would be best if Destiel had a female much like her to influence her. But when Charlie got a trail of the Book, she pursued it and she must’ve left Des behind at some point, because Des wasn’t allowed anywhere near the three of us.” Cas paused. “I think… Well, Des must’ve found out about Charlie’s death somehow and that might’ve, “flipped a switch” so to speak, and activated the demon blood within her.”
“How would she know about Charlie? It’s not like her death went public.” Sam pointed out. Dean intently stared at Cas, catching every word the angel said.
“I don’t know. Maybe she tracked down Charlie, saw what happened, and backed off because she was told to stay away from us.” Cas suggested. Sam seemed skeptical, but Dean was too emotionless to tell. “I can do my best to locate her. Though if she has the amulet it will be more difficult to find her.” Dean’s head perked up, to attention.
“What amulet?”
“It hides her wings since her power is at an all-time low. It makes her wings invisible to anyone and everyone, human or not.” He seemed momentarily proud of himself. “Unfortunately, it shields her location from all, including me.” Cas added glumly.
“So we may not even be able to find her.” Sam summed. Cas threw up his hands desperately.
“Sam, I’m sorry that things are as complicated as they are. But I was trying to protect her.” Cas sighed despondently. “I… It’s like I can’t protect anyone these days. Not Claire, not Charlie, not Des…” He sat defeatedly next to Dean. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. Dean leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.
“It’s not your fault. Charlie’s death is my fault.” Dean disagreed. Sam shook his head.
“No, it’s my fault. I dragged her into this.” He argued.
“Alright, enough.” Dean decided. “We can all do this for hours.” Cas and Sam nodded in agreement. Dean leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "So..." Dean started, "...how do we kill my daughter?"