A/N: This is a story that has been in the making for over two years. It's been stewing away, and I'm finally ready to serve it to you on a textual platter.

Summary: Calliope (pronounced Kah-ly-oh-pee) Ashmore is a rare breed; half-human, half-angel; the product of Archangel Gabriel. In the event of his death, she would take his place as Archangel; which is referred to as "earning one's feathers". The Apocolypse is nigh, and Gabriel has been slain by his once beloved brother, Lucifer. Calliope has been doing her best to live a normal life the last 50 years after retiring from all forms of hunting, but once she hears of her father's death, it's now her duty to take on his role and help the boys. Slight Dean/OC.

Prologue

English Countryside, 1862

The young, dark-haired woman lay in her bed, desperate and fearful, muttering an incantation over a small pot filled with her blood. It was her last resort- she did not want to die. She wouldn't let herself be killed by the little creature who constantly taunted her.

"Hello, Miss Anna. You summoned me?" Called a low smokey voice from the shadows of her dark room. A man dressed in all black stepped from the shadows and approached her bed side and sat on the edge of her goose feather mattress.

"Generally, I don't like to make house calls, though your summons requires me to. However, I am very intrigued, Anna... Seeing as what you are. What you have."

Anna shakily looked down, refusing to look him in the eye. What she was going to do, she knew, was positively wretched. She sighed, and held her ground. There was no turning back now.

"I am going to die. This..." She gestured at her swollen pregnant belly. "...thing. Doctors say I will surely die in child birth. I don't want to die."

The man looked deep into her doe brown eyes, searching for a definitive answer.

"So, I suppose you want me to save your skin and grant you ten extra years of life?" He guessed confidently.

"No."

He looked at Anna quizzically.

"I..." She started "...I want eternal life. I don't ever want to die."

The man chuckled at her ridiculous request.

"Sorry darling, but that's simply not an option. I need your soul in a maximum of ten years. So within the next month or in ten years, take it or leave it."

"I'm not going to give you my soul."

The naivety of this simple young woman was now getting offensive. Thinking she could cheat someone such as him. "Well, sweetheart, if you intend to deal with a demon you will have to pay with you soul. You poor simpleton, you of all people should know what we demons require in the makings of deals of these sort. Good day, madame." The man stood up an proceeded to the door.

"Crowley," Anna called out to the man.

The man turned back and looked at her.

"You will have a soul." She stated.

Crowley turned back around and stared at her in confusion.

"You can have this soul." She looked down at her bulging stomach, rubbing it gently.

Crowley looked at her in complete shock.

"I have no love or want for this horrid seed planted inside me." She continued, now glaring at the bulge.

He chuckled. "You can't be serious."

"Frightfully so." She replied coldly.

"But the baby..." He started, knowing if he accepted, there would be 'Hell' to pay, as it were. "Her father... You agreed to carry his heir. Should he find out you sold her to me, we'll both be destroyed!"

"Ever since the child's conception I haven't heard from him or seen him once! He left me here pregnant an alone like some common whore! And I will not be killed by his bastard he left me with! I will let his heir be dragged into the firey pit so he will know how horrible he is to have left me in such a state!"

"Listen, my dear," Crowley began, trying to make her understand her terrible reasoning. "Gabriel is an Archangel. You can't possibly expect him to stay here with you and raise the child. That job was entrusted to you."

"I don't care!" She screeched with tears streaming our down her blotchy red face. "He knew I loved him, and he left me here alone with this terrible little monster in my womb!"

"You foolish, foolish girl! You can't just-" He spat in anger, but paused. This child's soul is held as one of the most valuable and potentially most powerful... It would be interesting to experiment with. And the deal would be valid due to the fact the child was still part of the mother. The soul belonged to Anna, and hopefully, soon, to him. He lowered his voice and whispered a little protective chant to block out any of the angels or otherwise from hearing what he was about to say. "If I accept, and Gabriel finds out, it's your neck- understand? And your soul will be mine."

"He won't find out." She growled.

"Well, aren't you just so confident? You're like a child throwing a tantrum because your mummy won't give you sweets. But I suppose I'll use you naivety to my own advantage." He tossed her a small beaded bag full of herbs attached to a leather band. "Be sure your child wears this always after her birth. It will make her invisible to angels, so they should not know."

Crowley made his way back to the ailing woman.

"Give us a kiss now, love."

Anna sat up and put her mouth to his, which he began to kiss ravenously.

He pulled away as ancient script began forming on her body, and slowly faded back to its regular smooth, peachy hue.

She squeezed the little beaded necklace in her hand and smiled for the first time in weeks.

"Thank you, Crowley."

"Don't thank me just yet, darling. We're not quite out of the woods." He smiled at her wickedly. "See you in ten years. Tata!"

And he disappeared back into the shadowy background.

Well, that's the end of our Prologue :3

Rather short, but meh. :p

Starting on chapter one now, updates maybe sparse. I will do my best though! Thanks for reading, be sure to R&R and tell me what you think so far (even though story has really yet to begin). :)

~Hannah