Hey guys! Yeah, another story. I have been reading a lot of stories about Angel kids so I just HAVE to write one! I hope you all enjoy this; I can't wait to write more!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Supernatural

Warning: There will be cursing and some season 5 and 6 spoilers.

Chapter 1

More Questions than Answers

"Daken! Time to wake up!" Daken heard his mother's calls and groaned. He got slowly up out of bed, rubbing his forest green eyes. He quickly put on some clothes, a dark blue t-shirt and some jeans, and walked over to his mirror. He ran his fingers through his dark blonde hair and observed his new black highlights. His Mom wasn't a very big fan of the highlights, but Daken loved them. With his hair all spiked up in the front, he was ready to go.

He grabbed his backpack and headed for his bedroom door, when he stopped dead, looking at a picture of him and his Mom. It was a picture of them when they were at Six Flags for the weekend one day when he was around twelve. Daken smiled. He loved his Mom. But there was one thing he wished he had: a Father.

His Mom told him that he left when he was only a few months old. That officially made him a dick to Daken. I mean, if he left for some important reason then it was possible that he could forgive him, but as far as Daken knew, he didn't.

He just wished that his Mom would tell him more about him. He was a dick, for sure, but it would still be nice to learn about his dick father. Especially since…well, let's just say things haven't been very normal for him.

Ever since he was little he was able to do some…pretty strange things. One time when he was younger, he got mad and made a car explode. Yeah, talk about "normal".

Maybe his father had some sort of mutant DNA or something that he passed on to him? That's what he wanted to know. But so far, he got nothing from Madre. She doesn't really like to talk about him, considering he was a dick.

But here he was now, sixteen years old, surviving his strange life with only a Mom. No siblings, not aunts or uncles, no grandparents; just Daken and her.

Daken walked downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table where a plate of toast sat. Daken quickly smiled and took a bite out of the toast. He looked over to see his Mom, brown hair up in a ponytail, her big brown eyes shining at him.

"Morning sunshine!" she said and kissed his head.

Daken groaned. He always dreaded the mornings.

But then the thought of his father came back to him. Maybe he could squeeze a little more information out of his Mom about him this morning.

"Hey, Mom? First, thanks for the toast, and second, can you tell me more about Dad?" Daken took another bite of toast nervously.

His Mom sighed and looked down at the floor.

"You know I don't like talking about him." She said and looked back up at him.

Daken gave her the 'ol puppy dog eyes, just to make sure.

His Mom grinned. "You and your damn puppy dog eyes. Fine, I'll tell you one thing and one thing only about him."

Daken nodded and thought about what he wanted to know. He couldn't ask her about the powers thing, not just yet, it was too weird. Just one thing…

"What was his name?" he asked suddenly.

His Mom smiled, as if remembering his name was a good thing. "Michael. His name was Michael."

Daken nodded. It wasn't like the name was special or anything but…it just sounded weird, the way she said it.

Daken took a quickly look at his watch then dropped his toast. "I gotta go, I'm gonna be late for school."

Daken grabbed his backpack the he had left on the floor and headed out the door. "See ya!" he said just before the door closed behind him.

He looked back at his house one more time before sprinting his way down the sidewalk to his school.

Daken made it inside his classroom just as the bell rang. He sighed with relief and sat down at his desk.

But there was something off…something just felt weird. Daken couldn't pin point it, but something was definitely different about this room.

"Okay class, take your seats!" Mrs. Turner, his math teacher, instructed to the students who were still standing.

Then she glared at Daken. Just for a few seconds and for no particular reason. But Daken felt something when she glared at him, telling him that she was bad. And not just any bad. Evil.

Daken gripped the sides of his desk. What the Hell? He had never had this feeling before. It was really strange. Maybe that's what felt so different about the room. Mrs. Turner was different.

He stared at her the whole period, trying to figure out what was different. But she looked the same, her dark brown hair was up in a bun and her glasses kept sliding down her nose. What was it?

Daken almost jumped out of his chair when the bell rang. At first, he was relieved that he could leave the dark presence of the room, but then he didn't want to leave, not until he found out.

He was almost out the door when Mrs. Turner said, "Daken? Can I have a word with you?" her voice made him tense, there was something definitely different about her.

He nodded and stayed back. Mrs. Turner didn't talk again until all the students were gone. She looked back, as if checking to make sure the door was closed.

"Daken. I can't believe that I found you! What, with your Daddy in the cage and all, there no one stopping me."

Daken froze. What was she saying? My Dad being in a cage? What?

Then he saw it. Her eyes went black. Like, completely jet black. This was definitely not the math teacher that he knew.

Daken took a step back, afraid of whom she actually was. Mrs. Turned then took out knife from behind her desk. Oh no.

"Leave me alone! I didn't do anything!" he yelled, stepping back more.

"No, you didn't. Well, not yet anyway." She walked closer to him, knife held high, ready to stab him right in right in the heart.

BOOM!

Daken looked down to see Mrs. Turner on the ground, clenching her stomach. He turned around to the door to see three kids, maybe a year or two younger than him. One of them, a girl with curly jet black hair and grey eyes, was holding a shotgun. Did she just shoot her? Daken wasn't sure if he should be scared or relieved.

The other two quickly came out from behind her, they looked like siblings, one was a girl and one was a boy. They both a sandy blonde hair, the girl had hers up in a ponytail while the boys was somewhat long and brushed to the side. They ran up to here, both of them putting their hand on her chest. Then Mrs. Turner's eyes and mouth flashed a bright gold and she laid there, unconscious.

"What the-Who the Hell are you guys? Who Hell was she? What the Hell just happened?" Daken yelled all at once.

The girl with the shotgun ran up to him and grabbed his arm. Daken quickly pulled back, resisting her. "Give me answers now." He demanded.

The girl looked pissed. "We will tell you everything later. But now we have to go! There could be more Demons on the way!"

Daken stared her. "Did you just say Demons?" she yelled and I looked back over at the sandy blonde kids.

The boy turned to the shotgun girl. "Why don't we just leave the way I like to leave?" he asked.

Daken was still completely clueless.

Shotgun girl sighed. "Fine. Have it your way."

The boy smiled and snapped his fingers. Then they were gone.