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Name: Paige

Age: 12

Appearance: Long auburn hair, naturally it is slightly curled it reaches to the bottom of her back. She has Heterochromia, the left eye is a light blue, the right is green. Pale skin. Even though she is young she has high cheekbones with a triangular face.

Personality: She is generally a quiet girl that keeps herself to herself, this is mostly due to her being a Cambion and trying to lay low, softly spoken and polite. She tends to keep her emotions to herself this mostly being because she doesn't have anyone to express them to.

Height: 4''9

Weight: 70 pounds

Race: Cambion

Background: Born a Cambion (Human mother, Demon father) it was a child that her mother never wanted therefore she suffered a lot as a young child from her neglectful mother, the abuse being emotional and physical. She was abandoned at five and then placed into institutionalized care, jumping from care home and foster placements until she was fostered to a loving family at eight, when she turned ten the demon that fathered her came to pick her up as an offering to Lucifer, slaughtering the family that she loved. When she discovered her powers in the emotional turmoil she exorcised the demons and ran away, since then she has lived on the streets running from the Demons and other supernatural creatures that wanted her. Despite being homeless she is extremely intelligent, she spends most of her time in the library (sometimes sleeping there if she can get away with it). Skilled with her hands she can pick pocket anyone without them even noticing, she can move pretty fast and is stealthy bar that she has no other skills.

Outfit as current: Short sleeved t-shirt (Black), grey hoody covered by a green army style jacket, black jeans, worn sneakers and grey beanie.

It was hard living on the streets no matter where I went there was never any guarantee of my safety. Over the three years I've grown accustomed to the streets and become very street wise knowing which areas to avoid and at what times but it was still hard none the less. With no family or friends I've lived a very lonely existence, well lonely that is in form of human interaction. Demons, vampires, werewolves and any other supernatural creature that you could think of would love nothing more than to capture me and offer me up to the fallen archangel himself, Lucifer. Why do they want me? Simple I'm a Cambion, the Anti-Christ the one who could cast down the host of heaven with a single word.

I wanted nothing more than a normal life, to have a family, to go to school but it was because of this curse that all my chances of nothing was taken away from me. I did have a family once that was until he came and ripped them apart, right in front of me. It was that day that I discovered my powers and what I was. A Cambion. My mother was human and my father was a demon she was forced to have me. Combination of mortal and physical with immortal and immaterial is highly unpredictable, and someone with heritage from both sides can lean on either side of their ancestry. Therefore I could go three different ways.

Near-Mortal, favor their mortal parents or are more distant descendants. They are mostly similar to their mortal kind in both mind and body, but with some additional abilities and instincts. Outwardly there are few or no indication that the individual is anything but normal.

Balanced, are as it says balanced between their heritages, if sometimes rather precariously, and have both free will and good amount of power. There are likely number of definite traits and instincts that draw them toward their inhuman side. Physically they tend to have at least few indications about their non-mortal parentage, but the amount varies greatly between individuals.

Near-Demonic, favor their immortal parentage or have only minor amount of mortal blood. Physically and mentally they are close to their immortal parentage, although able to resist their instinctive traits better than their parent.

I did a lot of research into what I was, I wanted to know everything there was and if there was anything I could do to be human but unfortunately that wasn't something that could happen. So instead I had to evolve and learn to live with my curse. I was unsure at what part of the scale that I fit, I had human emotions but the powers of a demon. Some of them were hard to keep control over but some of them were useful assets to have. I was also some people would usually refer to as an Empath; I can fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others. It was useful because I could use it to my advantage, I wouldn't mess with someones emotions unless I had to in situations where someone wanted to harm me but it wasn't all that simple it was hard to perfect but I got it to a level where I could use it. I didn't like to mess with people's emotions I didn't want them to feel as if I was attacking them.

I tried to avoid any situation that would cause me to have to resort to using my powers, I didn't want it to give away anything that these supernatural creatures could pick up on, I'd been running for three years traveling to different states. Currently I was in Wisconsin and had been for a few months now, I'd much rather not have to move again it was hard to do on foot and avoid getting caught. Pulling my jacket more tightly around me in an attempted to stay warm from the brisk January wind, with no money to afford a few nights stay at the hostel I had to find some form of shelter.

Winchesters P.O.V

''Werewolf?''

''All victims had their hearts missing, so that's the best guess I have'' The Winchester siblings had been traveling for days crossing over state after state, ever since Sam had opened the lock on Lucifer's cage all hell had broke loose. ''Where at?''

''Wisconsin'' Sam spoke his eyes not leaving the newspaper, his elder brother Dean looked over at his younger sibling with a small worried glance, ''You doing okay?''

''I'm fine Dean'' Sam's tone was enough to indicate the end of the conversation, Dean nodded and sat back in his chair. Dean wouldn't admit it but he was worried for Sammy, it was only recently that he had not only been doped up on demon blood but had also opened the door to the cage and then go full detox but underneath all that worry was anger, Dean was angry. His brother had not only gone behind his back but had done so with a demon, the creatures that they hunt. Dean bit back at his internal battle and called the waitress over, ''Come on, let's hit the road''

It wouldn't take them long to make the journey to Wisconsin it was only one state away and with Dean's driving they were bound to make it in record time.

Paige P.O.V

Finding a place to stay the night on the streets was no easy task, most places were already occupied by others and for someone like me I prefer to distance myself so that the people around me won't get hurt.

''Girl like you shouldn't be walking around here, not safe''

I whipped my body around and came face to face with an older man, ''Y-yeah, I know''

''Come over here, sweetheart'' He must of seen my reluctance, ''Nobody will hurt you here'' From what I could feel his words were genuine, I gave him a small smile and sat down beside him, putting a small amount of space between us. He tossed over half of his blanket, it wasn't much but it would take away some of the chill. ''Thank you''

It has always surprised me at how people with almost near to nothing are the ones that are the most giving. My first night on the streets was the worst, I was scared, cold and hungry but I stumbled upon a small group of people. At first I was frightened but they looked after me, giving me a grey hoodie that back then was to big, that I still have to this day and a place to stay and rest, they even shared the little amount of food that they had. That's when I met a man called Bill, he was an ex-hunter, not like your hunt deer, bear hunter but a hunter of the supernatural. He knew what I was and to my surprise he didn't try to kill me but he wanted to help me learn how to control my powers. We spent a good year together on the streets and then the demons came and I had to leave for his safety.

''What brings you out here? Not a runaway are ya?''

Shaking my head the man smiles knowingly, ''Another victim of life?''

''Yeah''

I pulled up the hood on my grey hoodie and pulled the blanket closer to me, it wasn't the best but I had some form of warmth and soon fell asleep. When I woke up it was pitch black, it wasn't a strange occurrence for me to wake up at random times through the night but something didn't feel right the overall feel of the environment was off, slightly panicked feeling? Fear? It was hard to pinpoint the exact emotion. I shifted trying to ignore it but it kept nipping at me. Excitement? Is that the feeling?

I hated it when I didn't have full control over my Empathy power, when I became sensitive to every emotion in the environment around me. I tired to concentrate only focusing on my emotions but something was blocking me, it was hard to shut it off. I brushed the blanket off of me, careful not to wake the sleeping man, I was careful with my feet as I rounded the corner; there wasn't anything there but I could hear the sounds of a scuffle in the distance.

Winchesters P.O.V

Dean's back hit the floor knocking the air from his lungs, the werewolf was strong, strong that what he had first anticipated. He scrambled to get up as the werewolf kicked him in the chest sending him flying backwards, his gun clattered and slid away from his grasp. Damn it! Where was Sammy when he needed him?! Pushing his the soles of his boots into the gravel floor he managed to scramble back and get onto his knees. Dean made a dive for his gun but the werewolf was quicker, sending him on his back again with one efficient kick to the face.

''I'm going to enjoy ripping your heart out of your chest, Winchester''

''Son of a bitch''

He couldn't reach for his gun and with no other weapons, Dean Winchester was royally screwed, but he wasn't going down without a fight. Using his bare hands he thought against the wolf as it tried to dig its filthy claws into his flesh. It's fangs dripped with saliva, it's eyes trained on his chest, eager for the beating organ that resided there. From all the commotion Dean heard the distinct sound of metal scraping against the ground, he looked to see his gun, moving; towards him, until it got into reach. Dean brought his knees up and pushed the werewolf off of him. It lunged at him again and with one pull of the trigger, it was all over.

Dean climbed to his feet wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand breathing a sigh of relief but this wasn't the time to relax, something had pushed that gun to him. He hadn't seen anything, Ghost? No couldn't be. Angel? Cas hadn't been around. He walked to the end of the alleyway when a shadow caught his eye. With his gun pointed he turned, his gaze met with a very scared, young girl who at the most Dean would estimate to be around twelve.

Lowering the gun slightly before furrowing his brow his lifting it up again, finger poised and ready on the trigger. ''Was you the one that moved this?'' He cocked the gun up, motioning at what he was talking about. The girl only nodded, he opened his mouth the say something; ''Dean!''

''Over here, Sammy!''

The elder Winchester gaze didn't falter, Sam didn't take long to reach him. ''Woah woah! Dean what are you doing?!''

''She moved my gun to me, Sammy, she ain't human''

Dean moved forward but stopped in his tracks when, what some as he could describe as, a burst of air hit both the Winchesters. A horrible feeling of fear swept over them both, the gun trembled in Dean's hand. Sam's knees buckled from fear, making tears spring into the corner of his eyes. ''D-dean''

''I'm s-sorry!'' she squeaked, ''I-I didn't mean f-for that to h-happen!''

The feeling left the boys as soon as it came, ''What the hell was that?''

''It's something known as Empathy'' A rough gravelly voice answered Dean's question. ''Cas?''

''Hello Dean, Sam'' The Angel turned to face the girl, ''Paige''

''You know her?''

''Not exactly, I've know of her existence but I don't know her on the personal level that you are asking''

Castiel very awkwardly helped the girl to her feet, both Winchesters were confused. ''She an Angel or something?''

''No, not an Angel -''

''Then what?''

''A Cambion''

Paige P.O.V

''A Cambion''

I watched as the two men tensed, their gazes hardening but the Angel stood his ground in front of me acting as a shield of some sort. ''Cambion?!''

''Yes Dean, a Cambion''

I was scared, these people were hunters and right now they wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in my skull but the one person that should be hell bent on killing me was protecting me. I reached out and held onto the belt of his trench coat, he noticed and glanced down at me. ''There isn't any need for violence'' Both the hunters looked at him with wide eyed expressions clearly finding it hard to believe what the Angel was saying. ''Cas, she's a Cambion!''

''Yes and she has shown no ill intentions to cause harm, there has been no orders given for her to be eliminated'' This seemed to make the boys relax but I was still on edge. ''We've been watching over her for years and no harm has come to anyone by her hands'' The blonde haired one grumbled slightly as he rubbed his face, ''Let's talk about this back at the motel, it's too cold out'' Castiel nodded and placed a hand on my shoulder, within the blink of an eye we were out of the alley and in a motel room. ''Do not worry, the Winchesters are not as bad as they seem, as soon as you explain''

''Winchesters? You mean - ''

''Yes''

I couldn't believe it, the Winchesters, the Winchesters?! Open the cage door for Lucifer Winchesters? I sat down on one of the beds, my left leg bounced up and down with worry. They were hunters and me, well I was half demon it wasn't a good mix. The Angel and I sat in silence for a while, until the door opened. ''The hell Cas? Why'd you have to freaking leave like that''

My gaze landed on the floor, I was still scared of these people from the demons that had hunted me I've heard many things about them. A chair scraped on the floor causing me to flinch and move away from the sound. ''So, er Paige. I'm Sam and this is my older brother Dean''

''I know who you are'' I spoke quietly eyes still downcast so I missed the questioning glance that was thrown between the brothers. ''You do?''

''Demons talk a lot about you, especially after the cage being let open'' I choose my words carefully not mentioning Sam's name encase it landed me in hot water. ''Okay, enough small talk. Let's get to the main point. Tell me why I shouldn't shove my demon blade into your neck''

''Dean!'' Sam reprimanded his brother, I stumbled over my sentences trying to form something, anything but I couldn't fear had taken over me and rendered my mind useless. ''Her mother was forced to bare her, she was not born by choice'' Castiel spoke for me, Dean kept his eyes on me and I nodded, ''S-she didn't want m-me. A-after five years, she left me at the hospital, not after g-giving me the b-beating that landed me there''

I paused to breath and compose myself, ''I was placed into the system, I was moved from place to place into different homes, foster placements. That's what I thought my life was going to be like, until I met a family''

I smile sadly at the memory, ''They took me in, treated me like I was there flesh and blood. We all lived together happily for two years. Then the demons came and one by one they ripped them apart right in front of me, they didn't even spare my foster mothers newborn''

I didn't even realize I was crying until Sam moved closer and placed one of his hands on my shoulder and gently squeezed it. ''I was so angry and that's when I found out what I was, with these powers I killed them and ran away''

Everything was quiet for what felt like a lifetime that was until Dean broke it, ''Back in the alleyway, why?''

''It was a werewolf, it killed innocent people, it was going to kill you and I couldn't stand there and let that happen. I didn't have anything silver but your gun did''

Dean look almost impressed, ''How'd you know silver would kill it?''

''I ran into a ex-hunter, he taught me a few things''

Winchesters P.O.V

Sam stood and motioned for his brother to follow him, ''Excuse us, for a moment''

''What do you think, Dean?''

''I don't know Sammy''

''She did save your ass''

Dean let out a sigh, he did have to admit it she did save his ass she could of walked away and let that son of a bitch feast on his heart but she didn't, she helped him even when she knew that it could of gotten her killed. ''She could be useful, with her powers. Could even help put Lucifer back in his cage?'' Sam suggested. Dean nodded, ''Girl's tough as nails, have to admit that''

''Bobby?''

''Bobby'' the elder Winchester agreed. When they entered the room it was now Cas that was sat with her, the Angel must of been telling her some for of story that caught her interest as she listened to his ever word. ''So, Paige, how would you like to come with us?''

''R-really?''

Both Winchesters nodded and Paige smiled before she nodded. ''Great, we head out first thing tomorrow. Get some sleep, you're gonna need it''

This is my first fic based around Supernatural. I own nothing apart from my OC.

I did quiet a lot of research before writing this, there isn't much in this chapter as it is just for introductions. Paige will develop over the chapters, I like a slow build up so please do bare with me!''