Scars and Wings

Chapter 5

Dean and Cas walked up to the door of the single story house. The door was answered by an elderly gentleman in his fifties.

"Mr. Allen?"

"May I help you, gents?"

Dean and Cas pulled out their fake CSPD badges. "We are with the CSPD. I'm Detective Ford and this is my consultant Cas Teal. We just have a few questions about the night that you found Shalom Wilson twenty-one years ago. Some new evidence has come up and we are reopening the case."

A woman in her late forties appeared next to her husband. "Please come in. We will help in any way that we can."

Dean and Cas were led to the small living room and motioned to the couch.

Mrs. Allen brought in coffee and settled in the chair next to her husband.

"What new evidence had come up?"

"We were able to discover what some of the carvings on Ms. Wilson's back were," Cas said.

"Can you tell us again what happened the night you found Ms. Wilson?"

"Everything should be the report," Mrs. Allen pointed out.

"Yes, but we need to ask you again for procedural purposes."

Mr. and Mrs. Allen nodded and started recounting the night.

"We had gotten lost while going home from a hike and our tire blew out."

"Steve got out to change the tire when he heard what sounded like a baby crying. We found little Shalom hidden in the bushes not far from us."

They both shifted and looked at each other. "No one was around, and Shalom was so bloody that we figured that she was abused at and abandoned to die."

Dean scribbled his notes. "Was there anything unusual happening when you found her? Strange noises? Sudden cold spots? Unexplainable lights?"

Mr and Mrs Allen looked at each other again and shook their heads.

"You sure?"

Mrs Allen looked down and sighed. "It has been twenty-one years, Steve. I don't see a reason to keep it a secret now."

"We promised not to tell."

This piqued Castiel's interest. "Did something else happen that night?"

The Rabbit Hole was loud, smoky and hot. I couldn't take much more. I had as much fun as I could at a party, my back was killing me and now all I wanted to do was go home.

"Hey, birthday girl! Having fun?" I turned to find Claire standing behind me with two shots in her hands.

"No more, Claire. You have already made me do six drinks tonight."

"Too bad. Tradition dictates that you have to do twenty-one drinks on your twenty-first. I made it to eight and passed out, but I'm a complete light weight. You have to beat me, or else I will never let you live it down."

I sighed in defeat and rolled my shoulders to ease the pain. I grabbed both shots and threw them back. The buzz dulled some of the pain.

Claire widened her eyes. "One of those was mine."

Dean and Cas were driving back in silence. They hadn't expected what they had just heard. They had gone to where Shay had been found to confirm what they had been told.

Cas was scowling, deep in thought. "There has been no Angel activity here for decades. I don't understand how this could have happened. We would've sensed it."

"And nothing has slipped past the all-knowing angel-radar before?"

"You don't understand, Dean. Time travel has a distinct disturbance. Any Angel within a thousand miles would have felt the shift."

"Well maybe whoever was on time travel watch was on a coffee break. What is more important here is finding who did the jumping."

Cas sighed. "You are right, Dean, and I apologize that I wasn't able to sense any Angel that I knew from what was left of the rift."

"It's alright, Cas. You did what you could."

The impala roared down the back roads of Colorado, it's occupants unaware that they were being watched.

I beat Claire by six shots, then called it quits. The alcohol wasn't helping the pain anymore. I saw Sam standing at the bar talking with the bartender. I started walking towards him, but didn't make it far. My vision blurred and my back felt like it was being torn to shreds. I hit backs, knees elbows and feet as I went down. No one noticed me on the ground and continued dancing around or on me.

All I could hear was the pounding of my heart. Everyone was moving so slowly. I couldn't breath.

Dean saw Cas double over.


Dean yanked the impala to the side of the road and reached out to Cas.

"Talk to me! What's wrong?" Dean was frantic. Cas was just fine a few moments ago. His Angel was groaning through clenched teeth.

"Shay...." Cas didn't understand. How could he possibly know she was in trouble? He hadn't heard her pray or summon him. He just knew.

Dean yanked open his phone and dialed Sam.

Sam felt his phone vibrate. It was Dean.

"Hey Dean. What's-"

"Where is Shay?"

Sam straightened at his brother's tone. "Dean, what's wrong?"

"Where the fuck is Shay?!" Sam heard his brother talking to Cas on the other end. Concern and worry could be heard clearly through the phone.

"She is here at the club with me. She is-"

When Sam looked up to where he had last seen me, I wasn't there. Sam hung up and pushed his way through the crowd, looking for me. He couldn't find me. He frantically asked anyone if they had seen me, but they were all too drunk to be of any help. He was about to panic even more when he nearly tripped over something. He looked down to see me curled into a ball, shaking and crying. Sam picked me up and started carrying me out.

Claire stopped us. "Evening detective!" she shouted over the music. "Enjoying yourself?" Then my best friend noticed Sam was carrying me."What's wrong with Shay?"

Sam forced a smile. "She just had too much to drink. I'm taking her home."

Claire looked suspiciously at Sam. "If you do anything to her, I will have your badge."

Sam nodded quickly and hurried up the stairs. Outside, the younger Winchester heard me whimpering for the pain to stop. He had almost made it to his rental, when I convulsed and he felt something move against his arm under my skin. A scream escaped my lips.

Sam quickly put me into the car and sped out of downtown. His phone rang.

"I got her, Dean, and it isn't good."

"What happened?"

"If don't know, Dean. She was fine, then she collapsed on the ground." My back burned and I contorted again, screaming in pain.

"What the fuck is happening?!"

"I don't know, Dean! She is in pain, that is all I know."

"How far are you from her apartment?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Sam heard Cas say not soon enough. "What street are you on?"

Sam checked. "Cascade just passing the library."

He heard wings and I was gone.

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