She 'woke up' quite suddenly. Not sure where she was, or entirely what was going on. She felt basic, simple. Like she no more than existed. She wasn't awake, or thinking. She wasn't doing anything. She simply was. She just existed. She was simply a consciousness, an awareness. Just a formless being incapable of thought. She was more like light than anything else.
Someone was saying something, now she could understand what he was saying…
"Hmm, so there's the essence of Castiel, now she needs something to balance that out…" there was a pause, but she had comprehended the soft fondness of the voice when the word 'Castiel' had been spoken. "Crowley's demonic magic should be the perfect balance for the Grace." The voice said.
She felt a darkness seep into her awareness, and fought against it, the light of Grace hating the demonic magic. But the darkness settled in and she felt it change tune, becoming unique to her, her Grace and powers both molding to fit the other.
"Perfect," the voice said. "Now… let's see. Hmm, well…" the voice had taken a darker note, a pondering tone. "I suppose that Lucifer's… yes this will work."
A new energy spread through her form, fought by both the Grace and demonic powers inside her. The dark energy was a new type of Grace, this she knew, but it was dark. She struggled valiantly against it, but even with two forces she couldn't stop it from becoming a part of her.
There was a soft gasp, "Perfect, but it needs something more." A new feeling spread through her, something complicated and base. Something… "Human, yes this is coming along very nice. I almost feel sorry for Bobby Singer."
Bobby Singer.
She latched onto the name, determined to remember it.
"Now that we're almost done, I need to add her gender, and maybe a few more genes." The voice said. "Well no, she has four already. Okay, just her gender and body."
She felt her being become constricted, her awareness forming nerve ending and skin, and suddenly, she was in a body. Or something like a body.
"Oh yes, there you go. Just a touch of shapeshifter gene, since it technically isn't genetic she doesn't have another father." The voice said. "And… female."
Suddenly she had long, dark brown hair tumbling down her shoulder, falling down her back. She felt her body tingle as her gender formed itself, becoming a teenage girl with plain yet beautiful features.
She opened her eyes, feeling more quite odd.
"Good luck my girl, maybe you can bring peace for them." The voice said. She caught a glimpse of a near-blinding light before suddenly being in the rain, on Earth. It was dark, and a thunderstorm was raging. Clad in a simple skirt and modest top, she was quickly soaked through. Out of nowhere, she heard a voice cursing, and then she was dry, with a jacket. Hurriedly she pulled it on, before looking around. She had no idea where she was, or who she was.
She spotted a sign for a business, and decided to see if anyone was there and ask for help. "Singer Auto Salvage." She read aloud, then sucked in a breath. Singer. Bobby Singer? She couldn't know for sure it was him, but he was involved in her creation somehow so she needed to meet him.
Taking a deep breath, she walked carefully up to the building, and knocked tentatively.
The soft knock was drowned out by the storm, but she couldn't bring herself to knock again. With a sigh, and a curse at herself for being such a coward, she peeled off her jacket and folded it up before laying down in the porch and using it as a pillow.