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Kissed By Moonlight
The Final
~Four Years Later~
“Wherever there’s hope, there’s a trial. Wherever there’s hope, there’s a despair. We have to despair for all those trials…”
Words whispered gently, gliding along with the gentle breeze carrying them off like leaves falling to the earth. A soft sigh, an even quieter hum filling the air as slim fingers broke the water’s surface, tracing the ripples it created. The sun was slowly setting, the air growing cooler as evening was beginning to settle in.
She should go back, she’d wandered off far enough already. Purple tinted eyes raised up to stare at the leaves moving in the breeze as her long dark hair tickled her bare arms. Something was calling her, pulling her back home.
Home.
She had heard so many stories of the past, of the wars that raged around her home, nearly destroying it. All before she’d been born. Enemies who wanted, who needed…. craved to take everything away from them. And each time her family had stood firm, defeating them and standing that much stronger.
There was a time of peace but it was fragile. It only took one stone thrown at the glass to make everything shatter. Enemies once again came, trying in vain to take what they believed was theirs. Her family becoming the line that could not be penetrated, could not be destroyed. They tried in vain and she had been too young at the time but old enough to understand the bloodshed. A bloodshed she had created.
They had captured her, tortured her for being one of the few of her kind. She wanted to die, to end the pain they caused her but then she would have never seen the absolute Gods her family became to rescue her.
What she in turn became to protect everything she loved.
Aine took in a deep breath, the crisp air stinging her lungs as the memories washed over her like a heavy, all consuming blanket.
“Where is she? Where is my fucking sister!”
Aine tried to sit up, her body too sore from the beating she’d endured earlier.
“Lee?” she called out, her voice barely a whisper. She wanted to go home, to be held by her fathers, her siblings…to run and be free like she had been before they grabbed her. Forcing her to have vision after vision to find some truth to their madness.
There was a loud crash and Aine covered her head as the door exploded, sending splinters of wood into the room.
Home.
The scent of home filled her nose and she whined loudly, lifting her head to see not only her sister but other members of the pack spreading out into the room. Leeloo fell to her knees next to her cot and cried, pulling Aine into her arms.
“I’ll kill them, i’ll fucking kill them all,” Leeloo hissed. Aine sobbed into her sister’s shoulders, clinging to her as she was lifted up.
Aine opened her eyes, her lips turning up into a sad smile. The devastation of that last war reshaped everything. All the packs gathered together to end the recent threat, not knowing what they were getting into.
The absolute betrayal of one of their own.
If only they had known…seen the signs. If only she had been able to see it before it all fell apart.
Aine danced around the bon fire, the full moon high in the sky. The scents of her family happy and content buzzing around her skin. The headaches had begun to simmer down, to allow her to finally have a few days of being “normal”.
“Aine! Tag!”
Aine laughed gleefully as she turned to chase the others into the woods. She lost sight of most of them but followed her nose to try and track at least one to tag back. She’d run across one of the small creeks when her foot caught on something, making her fall hard onto her knees with a cry.
She poked at the scratch and froze, the happy scents of her family were gone. The stench of blood and fear replacing them. She blinked and focused on the ground, touching it with a trembling hand. It was covered in blood.
Aine scrambled up to her feet and frantically looked around. She wasn’t that far from the compound, she should run home and get someone but something was pulling her further into the woods, to follow the slight buzz under her skin.
“U-Uncle Michael?” she stammered, staring at the man who appeared to be her uncle. He slid out of the shadows with an eerie smile and wicked glint in his eyes. Next to him, her Aunt Tessa emerged from behind another tree and they were covered in blood.
“Wh-”
She barely got the next word out when they sprang forward.
The bodies of the real Michael and Tessa had been found later, hidden away in the basement of their home as shapeshifters took over their faces and lives. She wasn’t there when they’d been discovered, didn’t have to hear the absolute anguish in her father’s screams…or her cousin Willa’s sobs as they filled the house.
Five days. It had only taken Five days for her family to finally find her, to try and rescue her. Her parents were fighting outside while her sister and her guard broke into the mansion. The witches knew they were coming, had planned for it. Cackling loudly as their traps went off without a hitch.
All because Aine had seen it and told them everything.
Aine gasped sharply and pressed a hand against her throat as the tears fell freely.
She had only wanted to stop the pain.
Aine was thrown from her sister's arms as bomb after bomb went off. The traps that had been placed being triggered with their heavy steps. More bombs could be heard from outside and Aine covered her ears, her own screams being drowned out by the explosions.
“Aine!”
Her brother Mason’s face suddenly filled her vision and she blanched. There was blood dripping from his head. She tried to reach for it but he shook his head, picking her up instead.
“We have to get you out of here!” he shouted. Aine looked over his shoulder and screamed, the bodies of her other siblings buried beneath the rubble. Leeloo’s hand clutching at Rhiannon’s.
“No! No!” Aine screamed, struggling against her brother.
“What happened! Where are the others!”
“Take her, get her out of here! M-My parents, get her to them…C-Caleb you-you have to go,” Mason said, his arms growing weak and nearly dropping her. Another set of arms picked her up and Aine fought him, trying weakly to grab her brother.
“F-Fuck….Mason-”
“Go Caleb! Go!”
Aine screamed for her brother as Caleb turned and ran, the sounds of explosions beginning to dim.
“Castiel! Dean!”
Aine spun in Caleb’s arms to see her parents fighting, Dean in his wolf form while Castiel stood behind him. Castiel turned towards them at the sound of his name and took off running in their direction. Aine watched as her Aunt Keelie and Benny moved as a unit to protect Dean.
“Baby! Oh my Gods, my sweet girl,” Castiel sobbed, pulling her out of Caleb’s arms. She clung to her father and sobbed.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Daddy, I tried, I tried!”
“It’s okay, baby it’s okay it’s not your fault,” Castiel said, trying to calm her. Aine felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin, the easy forgiveness a disgusting taste on her tongue. She yanked away from her father and fell to the ground, her legs giving out. Castiel tried to reach for her but she scrambled away from him.
“They’re dead….they’re all dead because of me! I told them you were coming, I told them!” she screamed. Castiel’s mouth dropped open, his eyes scanning frantically around for the others.
“Caleb…where-” Castiel stared up at the other boy as Caleb’s chin trembled, his head shaking no. Castiel let out a wail and clutched at his chest.
Aine stared at him, watching as the strongest person she knew fell apart.
All because she wasn’t strong enough. She was a failure.
“Cas? What’s going on? Cas!”
Aine could only sit there, frozen as each pair of eyes turned to slowly glare at her. Hatred, pain, fear all shining in their eyes as they learned that she was the reason why their children were all dead.
“I’m-”
“What did you do!”
“It’s not her fault!”
“She’s the reason-”
“Stop it!”
Aine covered her ears and sobbed.
She should have let them kill her.
“Aine, sweetheart look at me.”
Aine looked up into her Aunt Keelie’s eyes and gasped as gentle fingers brushed back her matted hair.
“It’s not your fault baby, it’s not. We have to get you out of here before they attack again,” she said, picking her up. Aine wrapped around her tightly, hiding her face in her aunt’s neck to keep from looking at the others.
They barely made it ten steps before the ground below them shook and Aine was thrown out of Keelie’s arms.
“Keelie!”
Aine scrambled to her knees and screamed, there was a piece of rebar sticking out of Keelie’s chest.
“No!” Aine screamed, getting to her feet and looking around for anyone to help them. She froze as the ones who started everything were walking towards her, smirks pulling at their lips.
“Aine! Come here to us!” Castiel screamed from behind her but Aine remained frozen. These people had tortured her, attacked and killed her family.
All because they wanted power, wanted the ability to take away and create life at their own will.
“Aine, baby please!”
Aine stared at the witches coming closer, their eyes shining with the drug they had to take to accomplish this amount of destruction and devastation.
There was a pulse in her chest, deep and resounding. It pumped through her viens, filling her with a strength she’d never felt before. She stood up straighter and there was suddenly a voice in her mind.
Show them what you truly are, what you are capable of.
They wanted to take a power that did not belong to them, something that Aine had all along. Something only a true Shaman carried.
The power of creation and transference.
“Take her,” Chrysta, their leader, snarled.
“No,” Aine said, lifting her hands as they raced towards her. A pulse left her palms, sending them flying back. Chrysta screeched, her hand flinging out and sending out a weak wave that barely phased Aine. The witch’s power was already fading, the effects of the drugs waning.
“You’ve taken lives….you’ve destroyed everything in your path….not anymore,” Aine said, her voice carrying along the wind. Chrysta laughed darkly, shaking her head.
“And what do you think you can do little bitch-”
“Creation,” Aine growled, propelling herself forward as she grabbed at Chrysta’s throat. The witch screeched, scratching at her but Aine was too strong now, the power she was drawing into herself from the moon and from the earth raised her until they were hovering over the wreckage of the mansion.
“You….it was fucking you this whole time,” Chrysta wheezed.
Aine tilted her head to the side and simply smiled as her fingers tightened around Chrysta’s neck, drawing her life force into herself. Once Chrysta’s eyes rolled back into her head, Aine let go, dropping her lifeless body to the ground. Chrysta’s followers and those whose fought against her family were staring up at her, eyes wide with shock.. Aine wasted not a moment to search each of them out, her eyes closing as she called their life forces into herself. She felt swollen with magic, with life, and Aine only let go when she knew it would be enough. With a cry she expelled the magic out, guiding them to the bodies of their fallen.
Aine smiled softly, remembering the retelling of what she had looked like to the others. Suddenly floating in the air and wisps of light circling around her. Her father Castiel watched as his sister once again came back to life in his arms while the others who had died in the mansion came stumbling out.
Aine didn’t remember much after that. The others said she’d collapsed to the ground and slept for a week after. Much like her aunt did when she had done the very same thing for the pack years before. This time though, Aine was a full fledged Shaman, her eyes turning a lovely shade of purple where her aunt had lost that part of herself.
When Aine had woken, it was with a new calm…a new feeling of purpose and self acceptance. Her Aunt Keelie had cried in relief, hugging her tightly. It did take a while though to stop hating herself, to stop seeing her sister dead and her brother bleeding everytime she looked at them. The guilt never truly left but over the years, things got easier…better.
And now, if people didn’t know to not mess with the Winchester Pack, well, as her brother Jericho would say, “That sounds like a personal problem.”
“Aine?”
She turned to find her older sister behind her, a soft smile pulling at her lips as she hurried over.
“Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm, just needed a moment,” Aine answered, reaching up to brush Leeloo’s blonde hair behind her ear.
“Memories again?”
“They’re getting better.”
“Good…c’mon, it’s dinner time and Juni is waiting for us,” Leeloo said. Aine nodded and took her sister’s hand, allowing her to lead her back to the compound.
Dean stood outside on the balcony of his office, listening intently to the happy sounds of his pack. Safe, happy, protected…it was everything he had promised and finally, it felt as if he could finally achieve that goal. It had taken two generations to get them here, to get their pack where it was intended to be.
His grandfather had tried and failed. His father wanted to be better and he protected them but it wasn’t enough. Dean and Castiel started the change, putting things in motion. Now, his daughter Leeloo would uphold their values, the changes they made would be enforced by the next generation.
There would be no more wars.
Not in Dean’s lifetime at least. The alliances were strong and no one wanted to go through it ever again. The last had been the worst…and though his baby girl tried to bring every single one of them back, there were several that did not rise.
Amara had fallen in the beginning, trying to protect her pregnant mate. Thank the Gods Toni was safe and their child was blossoming. Michael and Tessa…
Dean shook his head and forced those thoughts out of his head. It happened four years ago and he still couldn’t get Castiel’s screams out of his head.
“Juni!”
Dean looked down and smiled, watching as Aine ran across the compound to pick up her baby brother to swing him around. The last of their babies.
“Dean?”
“Hm.”
Arms circled around his waist and Dean sighed, leaning his head back to rest against his mate’s shoulder. He turned his head and kissed at his cheek.
“It’s time for dinner,” Castiel said softly, tightening his arms around Dean’s middle. Dean smiled and pulled him that much closer.
“In a minute,” he whispered. Castiel huffed out a laugh and moved enough so he could stand in front of Dean, his hand lifting to cup the side of Dean’s face.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just wondering how we got here,” Dean chuckled. Castiel huffed and leaned up to kiss at Dean’s chin.
“By sheer stubbornness that’s for damn sure,” Castiel laughed, shaking his head as he looked out on the compound too. It seemed like a whole other lifetime ago that he lost his father, raced through the woods to find the compound…His mother, Crowley, Abadon, Uriel…the witches. Losing his sister more times then he liked to count….all the while creating a life and family with his mate.
Castiel snorted and shook his head, “I was fucking pregnant in each of the wars,” he said and glared up at Dean.
Dean barked out a laugh and quickly covered his mouth, “Baby, I’m sorry but…that’s not my fault,” he said. Castiel still slapped him on the arm and sighed heavily.
“You were and still are such a fucking bad ass though,” Dean grinned, pulling his mate in close and kissed his neck. Castiel sighed, laughing despite himself.
“Well…it takes a badass to birth one,” he said, nodding towards their oldest.
“Damn straight,” Dean grinned, “Any regrets?” he asked, turning Castiel’s face to look at him.
“The people we’ve lost…yes. You, our children, our lives, not a single one.”
The End