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Scars and Wings

By Nessieh-42

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Chapter 1

"Shay? Are you alright?"

I shook my head. I wasn't sure what just happened, but my head hurt something fierce. I looked up at my best friend, Claire, who was standing over me.

"Shay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I must have just slipped on some ice."

Claire smiles cautiously and help me to my feet. "I can't let you out of my sight for two minutes without you hurting yourself."

I laughed. "Yes, and aren't you just as accident prone as me? I seem to remember that it was you who sat down and had a pile of books fall on your head."

We both laughed. Around the corner, I heard the school bell ring.

"Crap!"


A scream ripped out of my throat as I spring up from my bed. My head throbbed and my body was drenched in sweat. Whatever these nightmares were, they were getting worse. Through my blinds I saw that it was still night.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to ease the ache behind them and erase the images of my nightmare. The blood, the screams. I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. A good book and a cup of tea with settle me down. That new chamomile peach would do nicely.

"You would think," I said to myself, "after six years-"

The doorbell made me jump. I looked at the stove clock. 3:37. Who on earth visits somebody at 3:30 in the morning?

I checked the eye hole. An ordinary man stood there waiting for the door to open. The ache behind my eyes became painful. Maybe if I just didn't answer...

"Lilith, it's me. I know you're there."

"Nobody by that name live here," I answered hoping he would go away. My headache was worsening.

"I don't have time for your games. You called me and told me to come to this apartment."

"I told you nobody by that name lives here." My temples throbbed and my vision started to blur.

"Lilith, I command you to open this-"

Murmured voices cut him off. An unearthly growl came from the door. My brain felt it like it was about to explode. I pressed the heels of my hands into my temples and sank to the ground next to the door. Rocking back and forth, I tried to suppress the pain by sheer force of will. I started to see flashes of light and images play inside of my eyelids.

"No, no, no, no, no! Not again," I muttered to myself. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.

"Miss, are you alright?"

I looked up to find three concerned men looking down at me.

"Sam, he's getting away," the blonde one said.

The man kneeling next to me turned in response, then looked back at me.

"We need to go. Will you-"

"Make it stop," I whispered.

"What-"

I didn't hear the rest of the question. "Make it stop. Make it stop." I repeated over and over again getting louder and louder until I was screaming.

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE-"

I was cut off by large hands covering mine. My head was turned to face a calm serious looking face. A voice, an unknown language, gentle, commanding, soft, torrential, all at the same time filled my ears, pushing away the pain. The deep gruff voice made me feel safe and warm, but at the same time scared and sad, like I was missing something.

The voice receded bringing a peaceful darkness. My eyes closed and I collapsed into a pair of waiting arms.


Warm sunshine woke me up. I rolled over and turned over my phone to look at the time. 10:11. Good thing it was Saturday or else my boss would have had my ass fired for being over two hours late. As my feet hit the floor, the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" I grabbed my bathrobe and walk towards the door. Something on the counter caught my eye. A mug and tea bags and the teapot was on the front burner. Why were they out? Something flickered in my memory. A dull ache started behind my eyes.

The doorbell rang again. "Coming!"

I rubbed the bridge of my nose and unlock the door. My head started pounding harder when I saw my three guests.

"Can I help you, gents?"

"We are with the local police," the blonde one said. All three pulled out badges. The man with the trench coat had his upside down. I tried not to laugh as the blonde one gave an exasperated sigh and flipped it upright.

The tall one pointed to each of them and introduced them. "I'm officer Steven Hamill. This is officer Dan Ford, and our consultant Cas Teal. There were reports of a disturbance early this morning. May we come inside and ask you a few questions?"

Something in the back of my mind told me they were lying and to tell them to go away. I shook it away.

"Sure, come on in. Let me get dressed, I just woke up."

Officer Ford smiled. "Take your time. There's no rush."

Less than two minutes later, I was in my comfy jeans and my ex's plaid button up. It was soft and comfortable, unlike my ex, so I kept it. I smiled at my guests, rolling up the oversized sleeves.

"Can I get you gents anything to drink? Coffee? Tea?"

"Coffee would be great," Officer Hamill responded settling down in a kitchen chair. I glance over to see Mr. Teal staring at me intensely. My headache intensified. I shook away the buzzing and poured out cups of coffee.

Once we were settled, Officer Ford pulled out a notepad and asked, "Did you hear or see anything unusual last night?"

My head pounded. "No, I was asleep."

All three of them glanced at each other. Once they looked away, my headache started pounding full force. My coffee cup broke on the tile flooring. Memories flashed across my mind. Places, people, words, symbols. Sam. Dean. Castiel. Steve. Dan. Cas. They were the same people. They carry guns and flasks of burning water. They were dangerous, especially to me. No, wait. That can't be right. I don't even know these men.

That was when I realized there were two distinct voices in my head. Mine and an evilly sweet one.

Get out!

No, your body is mine.

It is not yours!

I pushed the entity away and the pain faded.

My eyes opened. Three concerned faces were gathered around me. Dan and Steve- no, Dean and Sam, were restraining my arms, while Castiel muttered in some strange language. I swiveled my head to look at all of them.

"She's gone for now. You can let me up."

Dean hissed. "Christo."

I looked confused at them. "Guys, please, let me up. I told you she is gone."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, hesitant, and slowly backed away from me. I sat up and ran my hands through my messed up hair.

"Sam, Dean, Castiel." Each looked at me surprised, except for Castiel, who stared at me, emotionless.

"Would any of you care to tell me who the hell Lilith is and why she is in my fucking head?"

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