I only own Mina and Father Richard. I wished I owned Misha Collins/ Castiel. God definitely spent a little more time on him! Mina is named after the heroine Mina Murry/Harker in Brom Stokers 'Dracula' but this is based of Hugh Jackman's 'Van Helsing'

"Give me as many years as it takes to kill the bastard." The woman in black stood at the cross roads talking to the demon in its vessel.

"Deal."

"And he has my soul? You cannot take it back. If you try and double cross me, I will drag you with me to hell." She got right in his face and threatened.

"It's a deal, Van Helsing. Now lets seal it." And he roughly grabbed and kissed her. She snapped her face away from him, wiping her mouth trying to remove the bile taste. She looked up and saw he was gone. Hanging her head, she walked to the nearest church. She saw she was the only one there. Slowly making her way to the front and knelt in front the cross with Jesus nailed to it. Tears fell as she begged "Forgive me father."

10 years later:

As a hunter your not suppose to cry, but as a daughter its hard not to. Mina Van Helsing watched as her father's body burned. He had lived a long life and died peacefully in his sleep, his daughter and son, Marcus by his side.

Mina raised her face to the wind and watched as her fathers ashes were carried away. A few strands of her long brown hair blew in her face, but she ignored them. She was the exact copy of her father; dark brown eyes, long dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and then there was the wolf venom in her blood.

During his encounter with Dracula in Romania years ago, he had been bitten by a werewolf. It turned out only a wolf could kill Dracula, so he used it to his advantage, but it resulted in the death of someone dear to him. One who died to ensure he would be cured.

He had learned that night he was the arch angel Gabriel, who had fallen years ago, but still had some of his angelic powers. Powers his daughter had inherited. Making her a nephelim. The off spring of human and angel. A being that heaven would never accept. Not that it mattered, she was going to hell.

"Mina, my child. Father Richard would like a word." One of the sisters came up behind her as the flames of the funeral pyre died down.

"Thank you sister. I will right there." She looked up to heaven and prayed to the god she worshiped, but knew would never accept her in his kingdom that her father was finally at peace. Turning on her boots, she slipped her father's hat on and walked down the hill to the church.

"You wanted to see me Father?"

"Yes, my child. A horrible evil is about to be unleashed and your assistance has been requested." Father Richard was kind man of fifty. His salt and pepper hair went well with his grey eyes. He much like a grandfather to her. He had requested to accompany the Van Helsing's when they were transferred to America 20 years ago. Mina was a baby, and Marcus had yet to be born.

"Who would request a Van Helsing?"

"An angel named Castiel."

"Is he aware of my situation?" She was worried. She knew that since she was part angel, another angel could easily killer.

"He is under orders to not hurt you, my dear. You leave tonight." He pulled her into a hug, praying to see her when she returned.

"You will look after him is something should happen?" She looked him as she pulled away.

"You have my word, Wilamina. Go now in peace." He moved his hand in a from of a cross and said a silent prayer.

"Christopher!" She yelled as she entered her friend's lab. Christopher was the great grandson of Carl, her father's best friend.

"Here I am. How's my favorite hunter?" He looked up with big glasses from the large book he was reading.

"Fine. Did Father Richard tell you about my mission? He was vague on the details."

"Yes. You have to be Sioux Falls, South Dakota by morning. There you will meet Robert Singer, and the Winchester brothers. Now I have a few new items for your arsenal." He went over to a table and pick up a crossbow. "This is much like what grandpa gave your father. It's gas powered, shoots silver arrows soaked in holy water in rapid succession. Just a word of warning: its got a hell of a kick back."

"CHRISTOPHER! You are training to a be friar, you can't swear." She looked at him in shock. She can't help but remember the story about how her father said the same to Carl many years ago.

"I can swear all I want, damn it!" He smiled back at her.

"So back to my arsenal. This is basically a machine gun in cross bow form?" She hold up the weapon, still adjusting to its wait.

"Yes. I also have a few blades as well."

"No offense Chris, I don't think you can top the cross bow." She crossed her arms across her chest as he moved to several short and long swords.

"These are special. Made from pure silver and bless by your good friend the pope."

"How is pope Benedict?"

"Seems well enough. Now this was left by your father."

The mention of the word caused Mina to tense. "What is it?"

"It's his sword. The Gabriel sword. From when he was an arch angel." He handed her a large sword. The handle and blade were pure silver with small jewels in his hilt. An Enochian carvings on the blade shined in the light. She translated it out load. "May this blade as swift as God's will."

"Since when do you know the angel language?"

"Since father taught me when I learned I was part of the abominated race!"

"Well, changing the subject. Good luck out there."

"No need to wish me luck. Your coming with. So grab a few extra daggers and those special grenades and meet at the car in 30." She ordered as she strapped all the blades in their holsters and her father's sword on her back. She grabbed a few guns on her way out the door.

"But I'm not a field man, I'm a scientist!" He yelled after her only to hear her reply "Exactly!"

Mina stood by her younger brothers bed and watched him sleep. They were nearly nine years apart in age and rather close.

Marcus Van Helsing was technically her half brother. Thankfully he was more like their mother then his birth father. The very thought of the bastard made her want to puck. Gently moving a strand of his black hair out of his eye she said a silent prayer and kissed him good bye.

"Why am I going with you again?" Chris complained once they got the road. He sat in the front seat of her V6 black mustang. When she started hunting on her own, her father got a good deal on it and outfitted the trunk and floor of the black to fit all her weapons. A rosary hung by the mirror, but that not the only protection the vehicle had. Every father and nun at the church helped blessed the car with holy water and prayers.

"Because for some reason they did not want Marcus to come with and I need help with research. Besides, we haven't hung out in a while." She took one hand off the wheel and slapped his shoulder, making him wince in pain.

"You are such a wimp."

"And you're a psycho."

The two friends glared at each other briefly before laughing.

They came across 'Singer Salvage' and look around skeptically as they pulled up in the late morning.

"You're sure this is the place." Chris asked as they got out.

"That's what the address says" She immediately sensed danger. She flew across the hood of the car and tackled Chris as a the sound of several shotguns pumped.

"SHOW YOURSELVES OR GET BLOWN TO HELL!" A man's voice yelled

"I'm already going there, so save you bullets!" She shouted back, covering Chris with her body and wings. "I'm getting up now! Don't shoot!"

She slowly got up and looked at the three men holding guns. One was an older man wearing jeans, a flannel button down shirt and baseball cap on his head. Another was a man with dirty blond hair and green eyes, while the last was very tall and had brown hair and eyes.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby looked in shock at the women wearing black jeans and a grey shirt and a black duster. She wore fingerless gloves that went to her elbows. But what really surprised them were the wings on her back. The left was pure white, while the other pitch black.