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Fat snowflakes drifted gently down from the bleak, gray sky, covering everything they landed on in a blanket of white. A cut off black gloved hand caught a snowflake in it's center, the snowflake not melting due to the owner's cold temperature. Selena felt restless as she watched winter make it's mark in the world. Her exhaustion fading and energy filling her body the minute she stepped out in the 10 degree cold. Selena let out a quiet sigh and closed her eyes, grateful for the silence that winter brought.
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Dean stared out the window of the motel they were settled in, worried gaze on Selena. He noticed a few days ago that she seemed quieter, well, quieter than normal. And he was quite sure that she hasn't been sleeping.
"She still out there?" Sam asked, sitting at the table while on his laptop.
"Yeah." Dean replied.
"She's been out there for an hour. How is she not freezing by now?"
"I don't know." Dean sighed. "You know what's wrong with her?"
"I know about as much as you, Dean. Though, she did seem pretty angry that we left Gordon alive last week."
"Hm..." Dean went over to his jacket and put it on before walking to the door. He opened it and went outside towards Selena, shivering. "Selena!" The only indication that she heard him was the slight tilt of her head. "Come on. Let's go inside." He poked her side where the skin was exposed and quickly pulled his hand back to his side. She was freaking cold! "Yeah, think it's time to come inside." Selena didn't move and Dean thought she was ignoring him until she turned and moved past him. Dean followed her. "Okay. Clothes off." Dean said when they got inside the room. Sam raised a brow at him and Selena turned to him. "What? She needs to get warm." Selena picked up her duffel bag and went in the bathroom. Sam shook his head and Dean looked at him in confusion. "What?!"
"Way to sound not like a perv." Dean scoffed, sitting down on a bed and turning on the tv.
"I didn't sound like a perv. I was just concerned for her health...Besides, don't act like you weren't hoping to see her face, either." Sam cleared his throat and looked back to the screen of his laptop. Selena came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she was dressed in a black shirt and dark blue pajama pants. Sam and Dean both felt disappointed and curious to see that she was wearing mask over the lower half of her face. "What's with the mask and bandages?"
"Reasons."Selena replied, speaking for the first time since after Gordon's attack. She crossed her arms, padded over to the free bed and laid down. The brothers knew they weren't going to get anything else out of her. After a few minutes, Dean stood up and snuck over to Selena. He reached out a hand, about to touch her mask when she spoke, making Dean go still.
"Dean, you think about removing my mask and I'll kick you ass." Sam stifled his laughter as Dean went back to his preivous spot and glared at him half heartedly.
"Oh, shut up."
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:These dreams are becoming more and more of an inconvenience.: Cheshire rumbled out, worry hidden under her tone. Selena didn't reply as she stared at the starless sky while sitting on the Impala's trunk, still reeling from her nightmare about her past parents. She had come out here becuase the motel room felt small and suffocating upon waking up.
'The cracks?' Selena asked. The cracks she was talking about was the cracks in her mindscape's sky. Big, ugly, jagged things. The two notice the first crack after the situation with Gordon and the first nightmare and they just continued to grow.
:They've grown even more.: Cheshire answered, staring at said cracks from the entrance of the mountain. Selena got off the trunk and walked back to the motel room, leaving no footprints in the snow. She closed the door behind her and proceeded to go over to where the motel stationary was set, then began to write a note for her brothers. She kew Dean wanted to stay together for safety, but she needed to get away. When that was done, she put the note on the nightstnad before shouldering her duffelbag and leaving.
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The next day found Selena in Alaska, training with her telekenisis powers. She had chosen Alaska becuase of it's somewhat isolated location and becuase of it's abundance of food. Selena's brow furrowed as she stared intensly at a medium sized boulder. The boulder didn't move and Selena frown increased. Then the boulder shifted a little. It wobbled as it lifted an inch off the ground and moved a few feet. The wobbling increased until the boulder fell to the ground with a thud and Selena let out a breath, relaxing. She knew she should've started with something smaller, but she only had a month to perfect this power. Ignoring her rumbling stomach, Selena focused on the boulder and tried again.
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Meanwhile, Azazel brutally peeled off the flesh of a beyond mutilated soul. The soul's mouth opened in a soundless scream, vocal chords raw and bloody. Azazel's face was calm, yet his eyes and rough treatment with his victim gave away his anger. The demons he had placed to watch Selena and Sam Winchester had lost track of Selena. They don't know how to managed to slip by them undetected. He peeled another strip of flesh off. He was already angry from hearing that some hunter had the bright idea of hunting his daughter, but coupled with the new information, he was furious. So, sending the demons away, he had come to the torture chambers to let off some steam. A mannerly male voice from behind him made him pause his work.
"Why, Azazel, go any harder on that poor woman and she may break, well more than she already has." The yellow-eyed general set the knife back on the metal tray and turned to look at the owner of the voice. Standing there with his hands clasped behind his back and looking midly amused was Alastair, one of two white-eyed demons residing in Hell and the grand master of torture.
"Alastair. What brings you here?" Azazel asked.
"I heard the sweet sounds of suffering and I couldn't resist. It's been a while since you were in the chambers. Plan's not going as expected?" Alastair replied.
"The plan is going fine." Alastair stalked into the chamber to Azazel's side and studied his work.
"You've gotten rusty, King." Azazel's face stayed calm, unknowingly mirroring Selena's, at the mocking undertone in Alastir's voice. Truth be told, he didn't know where the white-eyed demon stood. He knew that he was loyal to Lilith, but also knew he didn't care much for anything else except for his torture or art, as Alastair called it.
"How is John doing?" Azazel enquired. Alastair hummed as he ran a finger over the tools on the metal tray.
"Still hanging on strong. It's impressive, for a human." His eyes flickered over to the general's form.
"I've heard on the grapevine that you, Azazel, are keeping track of his daughter. Interested, are we? I've heard she is quite appealing to the eyes. Speaking of daughters, yours is very anxious to get out."
"Selena Winchester is a potential vessel." Azazel said, a smirk coming to his face and eyes narrowing somewhat in hidden protectiveness. "That's all. As for Meg, she'll get her chance. Have fun, Alastair." Azazel exited the chamber, feeling Alastair's eyes on him as he walked away.
*TIME SKIP*
If she was still in North America, then Selena would guess it was around noon. The different time zones, though would take some getting used to, didn't bother her. She was taking a break from telekineis and was making a map of her surrounding. She tapped the ice on a frozen river and found thin ice pretty soon. Thankfully, the river hasn't had the chance to really freeze over all that much. She'll have to bring a bottle of water next time. Breaking the ice so she could get to the water underneath, Selena looked between the water and her hands. How should she do this without freezing the water.
:Think of your powers moving away from your hands or not freezing the water.: Cheshire advised. Selena nodded and imagined ice moving away from her hands, then her hand touching the water and not freezing it. Keeping the images in mind, Selena cautiously dipped her hands in the water. The water didn't freeze. Carefully cupping her hands, she pulled out of the river, little droplets falling from her hands. She almost made it to her mouth when a plane flew overhead, making her wince at the noise and freeze the water. She glared down at the shattered water. When she trained in Anarctica, she had used icicles for her water source.
:Just like with hunting. Practice makes perfect, Selena.:
'Who ever said that, didn't have the risk of freezing everything they touched when not careful.' Cheshire only laughed. For the next three hours, Selena concentrated on making the water freeze and unfreeze. When she finally could touch the water without it freezing, she smirked and took her fill of cold water, then froze and unfroze a small portion of the river with her finger. Cheshire huffed, amused as Selena tested her new control for a few minutes. Really, Selena was like a cub with a new toy. She finished "playing" and went off into the forest for a hunt.
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A herd of caribou were grazing near the edge of the forest, coats speckled white with snow. The sound of snow crunching had them on alert, ears perked up high as they looked in the direction of the noise. Waiting a few minutes and seeing no predator, the caribou went back to graze. Suddenly a white shape fell-no, jumped down from the trees on top of one of the female caribou, making it cry out as sharp claws and strong fangs latched onto it. The rest of the herd ran for it, leaving one of their own behind. The unfortunate caribou's breathing was getting more labored as it's oxygen was cut off, then it life was ended by it's neck being snapped. Selena quickly ripped open the female caribou's side using her claws and pulled out the bowles and stomach, tossing them aside before feasting on the steamy insides. Few minutes in, she was face deep into the ribcage when she heard the throaty coraks of ravens above her. Looking up, she saw two ravens fly down to the bowles and stomach and begin a feast of their own. Selena narrowed her eyes, knowing that if the ravens were here then the other predators couldn't be far behind. Picking up the carcass, she breaks into a run, heading back to her camp. She didn't feel like fighting with any carnivors today.
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After two weeks of training both of her powers, Selena successfully master her telekinesis and now was currently testing it against a clone. The two stood a distance away from each other out on the now frozen river, ice shard floating around Selena. As if spurred on by some invisible signal, the ice shards shot at the clone, who charged at Selena, dodging the shards on the way. A foot away from Selena, an ice wall erupted from the river then shattered, blocking the clone's view. The clone's eyes scanned it's surroundings. Left? Right? Down? The clone felt the wind shift above her and brought up an arm, blocking Selena's axe kick. The strength behind the kick had the clone tensing her legs to stay standing and causing the ice to crack slightly. Selena was suddenly thrown back away from the clone by an invisible force. Flipping in the air and landing on her feet, Selena rushed towards the clone, ice daggers materializing in her hands. The clone materialized it's own daggers and met Selena's in the middle, the two stayed that way for a second before they each jumped back and ice spikes came from the ground, heading for Selena. She jumped up and threw one of the daggers at the clone. The clone dodged, then it's eyes widen slightly as Selena disappeared and reappeared behind it, bringing her leg around for a kick. Whirling around, the clone grabbed the leg and threw Selena away, but not before Selena slashed her remaining dagger at the clone's face, making a small cut on it's cheek. The clone touched the cut and looked at Selena, who was standing up from her crouch position. First injury goes to her. The two gave an eerily similar smirk before the fight resumed. Unknown to the fighting duo, they were being watched by a spectator.
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Azazel's eyes followed the two fighting look alikes. It had taken quite some time to find Selena and when his informants did locate her, he was curious as to why she was in Alaska during the winter, so he went to Alaska. He felt pride swell up inside him as he watched Selena fight. She was getting stronger. Good. He might of lied when he said she was a potential vessel, but from what he'd seen, she'll fit right in. And if anyone has a problem, he'll gladly show them why he is the king. His head began to hurt as memories began to filter in.
"What did you do?" He hissed at his wife-no, this thing that used to be his wife, while standing protectively in front of his daughter's bedroom door. His wife just gave him an innocent look.
"Whatever do you mean, darling?" His eyes narrowed as he took a threatening step towards his wife and growled out.
"Do not play dumb with me, Sonya. Alex is sick and I know she wasn't this morning, so what did you do?"
"Oh, that girl is sick? How do you know she isn't faking for attention? She's so lazy." Sonya blinked and she was suddenly pressed against the wall, hands around her throat. She smirked. "Do it, dear husband of mine. Kill me and you lose any chance to raise that monster." He was temped. So tempted to end it here and save his little angel, but then he'd have to leave her alone when he went to prison. He released Sonya, disgust in his eyes.
"You sicken me. How can you do this to your own child?" A flash of anger went through Sonya's blue eyes.
"That monster is not my child. You can't see it, dear, but I can. I can see the demon in her eyes. Those unnatural, inhuman eyes."
"She's not a demon or a monster. She's just a little girl." Sonya chuckled, shaking her head.
"Naïve fool." Sonya walked away, still shaking her head. When he was sure Sonya was gone, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Why? Why did she do this? Did she do it just because of Alex's hair and eye color? He knew that the answer wouldn't be answered for a long time if his wife had anything to do with it. Turning back to Alex's bedroom door, he was about to open it, but paused as he heard an unfamiliar voice in the room. It sounded female, but it was so low, he had to strain his ears to hear it.
:Sleep little kitten. I'll protect you. Their justice will come due.: The voice purred out. He quickly opened the door and looked to see nobody in the room, only Alex, who was lying in bed sleeping. His brows furrowed. Strange. He could've sworn...Shaking his head to try and push down his nervousness, he made sure Alex was comfortable before leaving.
Azazel mind cleared and his eyes narrowed. That voice...It sounded a lot like that cat in Selena's dream. It was impossible, but a likely possibility, but...could that cat have made Selena kill him and Sonya? But before he could think more on it, something cold and sharp was pressed against his neck and the glacial tone of Selena's voice entered his ears.
"I do not know what or who you are, but I have found you. Now, reveal yourself slowly, and no funny business or your head comes off." Azazel chuckled as he saw that the fight had stopped and now the two Selena's were looking in his direction. Clones? Oh, his daughter was full of surprises, wasn't she? He turned tangible and felt the air go colder behind him. He turned to look at her over his shoulder.
"Good senses you have there, Selena." The Selena behind him was suddenly sent flying very hard through into a tree, shattering. Azazel tured his attention back on the real Selena. "I just want to talk is all."