Summary: Her name is Taylor Winchester. She is 14 years old. Her mother is a very important angel, her father is a hunter, and one of her many uncles is Castiel. When she escapes the facility where half angel half human children are kept life gets chaotic for everyone. Takes place right after 5.10. Slight AU...?

Disclaimer: If I owned supernatural or its characters I wouldn't be sitting on the computer in pajamas eating chips now would I? Im not THAT much of a loser...

Prologue

It was cold outside. Raindrops pelted against her exposed skin. She hadn't brought a coat, for there was no need for one in her home. Scratch that: old home. She continued down the hill at full speed. Her feet slid in the muddy grass and she fell on her back, still sliding down the hill. When she reached the bottom she stood up and wiped herself off. First thing on her agenda: get a jacket.

She heard voices coming from up the hill. "Keep an eye out for Taylor Winchester. What? A description? Oh. Yeah. Blonde hair, green eyes, about 5"4. Yeah ok. Bye."

Was he on a cell phone? Who woulda thought, Angel network. I wonder if they get free texting? She thought chuckling to herself. She quickly realized that was not a smart idea. She heard footsteps coming closer. She took off at a run down the hill ignoring the rain and mud.

She had to find Castiel.

Chapter one:

Awesome. Just awesome.

Sam and Dean were standing in front of the fireplace with Bobby watching the picture from the other night burn. The picture that Bobby claimed was to remember them by had only caused them pain so they it in their lost friends memory.

Dean thought it was ironic. Ellen and Jo had burned, would have been burned in the traditional hunter burial if there was anything left to burn. Instead they burnt the photo.

Dean walked into the kitchen. He put his hands on the counter near the sink and looked down. There were shot glasses in the sink. He was pretty sure they were the glasses he had seen Ellen and Castiel using the night before.

The night before. One damn night. One night ago they were laughing and joking. Even joking about their last night on earth. Now any kind of joking seemed sick

Dean twisted his ring. He couldn't save anybody. He should have saved Jo, or at least Ellen. Ellen had a chance. Her insides weren't being held in with ace bandages. If it wasn't for Dean Jo wouldn't have gotten attacked by a hell hound in the first place. So many people have died because of them Dean thought. Couldn't they save anyone? Sure some people get saved when him and Sam do hunts but for what? The friggin' apocalypse?

They've made so many mistakes. So many people have been affected by them. Bobby not being able to walk, Cas being an outcast among angels, Jo and Ellen...

A second chance, Dean silently prayed. Help me save one person and I swear I'll kick the devil's ass. One person, other than Sam of course. Sam was a given. He HAD to be protected. It was Dean's job, after all.

Sam watched Dean from Bobby's couch. He figured his brother needed some alone time so he sat on the couch contemplating everything. He knew Dean felt responsible, but really this was all Sam's fault. Sam drank Ruby's blood. Sam killed Lilith. Sam set Lucifer free. Sam started the apocalypse. Oh God... Sam thought. Give me a second chance..

Little did they know their second chance was arguing with her angelic uncle 20 miles away about her father and not so angelic uncle.

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