Scott stared at the blanket of snow in front of him. He wanted to stand, to project an image of strength for the two men around him, but he wasn’t ready. His hands were digging in the hard snow, hiding the blackness that thickened his veins. A curse from his family.
They got their power through death and sacrifice. Scott no longer killed, no longer sacrificed. But as a man once said. Life finds a way.
“I feel-” Scott paused. This wasn’t the first time magic had healed him, but there was always an ache in bones. A stubborn soreness where the wounds had once been. But now…
“It’s almost like it never happened. The wounds aren’t just healed. They feel erased.” Scott got to his feet. He was wondering if perhaps he should have stayed in his wolf form for the trip back even as he slipped into the clothes Alec and Cas and brought. They weren’t damp, even though they were half buried in the unstained snow.
It had only been seconds ago that Scott wanted to sleep. To lose himself in the arms of his alpha and angel, and let their warmth take him. Now he felt energetic, despite the weight in his heart. Like he could race Alec and the winged Castiel back to their little cabin. Back to the spot where they all made love for the first time.
“Can you teach me some of that magic, Castiel?” Ever the young and restless witch. “Maybe it’ll help me with the darkness I inherited. I use what I have to defend myself and my pack, but with Enochian magic, but I won’t have to hurt anyone.”
Back in their haven. Away from the carnage of dead zombies. Alec didn’t like what went down. Zombies? Of all things to be coming their way, but it’s unavoidable. Never did he think he’d go up against something that sinister. Then again, this new era is full of surprises. Especially with advance dark magic running around. You would never see something like that in the old days. Castiel and Scott are in a safe place now.
A naked older alpha in the room, but quickly thought of changing into clothing. Hearing the small talk in the other room, Scott wanting the angel to teach him angel magic. Is that wise? Is that something the young alpha should learn? “If you’re gonna be running around with angel magic…” Walking back to the main room. “Learn to control this magic you’re usin’ now. Yea’ popped off away to some random location and Feathers and I had to go find yea.” A stern tone in his comment. If Scott takes on new magic, he better have his current magic under control.
“I’m not sayin’ you don’t know how to control it, but maybe you should get those emotions under control first.” Alec means well, thinking of the wellbeing of his little alpha, but he has to make it clear something needs to change. He trust in Scott to know his mistakes. He can’t say much to Castiel since he didn’t really set anything wrong, but if Alec is going to be pointing fingers, he needs to remember some are pointing back at him. He’s going to have to take more blame than he’s setting on Scott.
“Feathers…” Looking to the angel now. “Yea’ think that’s the last we’re gonna be seein’ those things? Or do you think there’s more of em?” His gut tells him there might be more. There are always more zombies when they’re involved. There’s going to be hoards of them.
Castiel wasn’t surprised when Scott was amazed at the angelic healing. It was different than any magical healing. “That’s kind of the point, Scott.” He teased him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder as they walked toward the cabin. The next thing out of Scott’s mouth was far from surprising. Being part witch, he understood why he would be interested.
Back inside, before he could even respond, Alec spoke up. The angel walked over to the couch and sat down, looking between the other two. He was about to interject when Alec explained further that he wasn’t attacking Scott but being concerned. “The simple answer to the question is no. You don’t possess angelic grace like I do so it wouldn’t work.”
Humans, supernatural or not, shouldn’t have access to this type of magic. It’s not even really magic, just divine power. Not speaking about Scott but humans tend to let power go to their head and use it for the wrong reasons. He has no doubt that Scott would use power for good.
Alec brought him out of his thoughts and he shrugged, stretching himself out to lie on the couch. “Honestly I don’t know. I should hear from the Winchesters soon. They went to find the source while we took care of the horde.”
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