My name is Armaita Mary Milton. I was born a Nephilim, meaning my parents were both an angel and a human. I'm the daughter of Anna Milton, and Dean Winchester. My mother died when Castiel had murdered her, but to be honest my mother was never the kindest person. Though her death was tragic because she was all I ever knew. So this story starts here, the day I met my father.
October 27th, 2013.
I spent my days doing what my mother had taught me to do. Never interfere with humans, because it never ends well. I took alley back ways, and drove back roads, trying my best to avoid trouble. The moonlight casted a glow on the gutters, that hung above me. Completely minding my own business; I had my hands buried in my pockets shielding them from the cold fall air.
A flurry of figures sped past, all yelling and shouting insults; guns firing rapidly the growling only got louder. As fast as I could I followed the two men and raging creature. I ducked behind a trash can as the firing and roaring increased. It ceased and the two men let out a roar of laughter.
One man had on a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and a pair of pretty much torn jeans. He had dark brown hair that faded lighter near the tips. While the other one was freakishly tall, with long brown hair. He wore a dark tan jacket and a blue plaid shirt.
"We haven't had a hunt that successful in months!" The taller one exclaimed. The one in leather shook his head "God, werewolves are annoying. Come on Sammy we have some celebrating to do." So I figured the taller ones name was Sam or something like that. The name was so oddly familiar.
The men started walking back down the alley. My heart sped up, they'd see me, I turned around to run when I heard a shout. "Hey!" I stopped to see the men running up to me.
The shorter man put a hand on my shoulder, it was so oddly comforting. "Who are you?" He asked wheezing between words. The hunter was breathing heavy from all the running he obliviously had done.
"Armaita Milton." I answered shakily.
"I'm Dean, and this is Sam, were the Winchesters." Dean explained.
My heart was beating fast, but now it felt like it was thumping against my rib cage trying to escape my chest. This man was my father, I was shaking with fear. How do you tell someone that. "Oh hey, you're my dad." Yeah, no life didn't work that way. My mother knew you." I said quietly slightly hoping he didn't hear me.
"Your mother was...?" He asked. This man was no doubt my father. He had almost lime green eyes, like me. "Anna- Anna Milton." Dean's eyes grew wider and more guilt filled. "Anna...you're an angel?"
Dean was a quick thinker, and that was something that made perfect hunters. "Well, no I'm a Nephilim."
"I don't suppose you know who your father is?" Dean asked.
The question I was dreading. "...You are."
A/N- That was the introductions actual chapters should be no doubt much longer than this. Anyways, follow, review and let me know if you'd like this story to continue.