"STOP! PUT HIM DOWN!" Dean roared. He was so mad. It was my fault. I wanted him mad. Taking a deep breath I tilted my head, squinting at him.
"Why."
"You haven't killed before," after a beat, "You can still walk away."
"I?" I placed a hand on my chest, "I haven't killed before? News to me!" Sam let out a grunt, feet squirming in the air. Realizing I was losing control I loosened my hold.
"What?"
"Mommy dearest? Bye bye," I waved mockingly.
"Why?" he looked so confused. It was funny.
"Well, let's see," I placed a finger on my chin. I let Sam go and he toppled to the ground next to his brother, "When I was born, she took me to Mr. Michello. Or I guess Father Michello. After you killed my dad she thought just maybe you'd kill whatever of him was in me, but Father said no."
"Your dad was a possessed man. He raped your mother and was going to kill her," Sam cut in. I clenched my fist and the room shook.
"No inter RUPTING!" I hissed and everything was quiet, "He was my dad! But it didn't matter. I went to church every day because Father told my mom he could help me. Twelve years later he changed his mind. I didn't know what was going on. I thought he was possessed by the devil. Turns out it was just an angel."
"His name was Adriel and he told my mom, under the guise of Father Michello," my voice broke and I blinked furiously, "That it was too late. That I had to die. When I went in for my session the next night she STOOD THERE! She WATCHED while he came at me with his- his KNIFE so…" I trailed off and the brothers looked at me expectantly.
"So I killed them," I smiled bitterly, shaking my head, "I didn't feel bad. I still don't. I know what I am now. Adriel told me. I'm cambion," I looked back up at Sam and Dean, "A fancy word for antichrist."
"We can help you."
I laughed, "Help me what? I'm doing great. You're the ones who need help. And Sam? I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have tried to sneak up behind me. I'm going to leave now and if you ever, ever come after me again I will kill you."
I'd been fifteen when it happened. The first time I'd been hunted. Two more years, two more bodies, and I was back in Oregon. Unfortunately for me Sam and Dean were as well.