Amelia anxiously paced the room, her white heels clacking against the linoleum, and her blood-stained dress trailing behind her. She looked towards the doorway as the sound of footsteps approached.
"Lost another one?" the angel spoke, looking at her. He had dark brown hair, and soft grey eyes. She nodded, wiping her blood-coated hands on the dress.
"I swear Aaron. I'm trying. But its hard! There's so many..." she started to cry, letting her emotions out. Most angels didn't do that. Most of them hid their emotions from the world, pretended they didn't have any.
"Amelia. Stop" he demanded, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, her gold eyes blazing with worry.
"Stop what?" she turned to face him.
"Stop blaming yourself. It is not your fault" he replied. She brushed back a strand of dark hair from her face, wiping away her tears and smearing blood on her face.
"I think I can help you" Aaron said, "but first you need to get cleaned up" She nodded, vanishing in a bright light. She reappeared a few minutes later, cleaned up. Aaron took her hands in his, staring down at her.
"Amelia Van Trapp. I can honestly say that you are the worst protector I've ever had under my command...but thats a good thing" she frowned, confused.
"How is that a good..." he pressed a finger to her lips.
"You're a horrible protector of many. But if I put you over one person, you will succeed. I've seen it" he replied. She crossed her arms, taking a step back.
"Who is it you're having me protect?" she said. He took her hand, and closed his eyes. Amelia quickly closed hers, realizing what Aaron was about to do. They vanished in a bright light, appearing outside a house. Aaron pulled her back behind a tree, as the house burst into red-hot flames.
Amelia could feel a demonic presence in the air, and looked at Aaron frowning.
"Aaron, I'm confused. Who am I supposed to protect?" As she spoke, a young boy ran out, clutching a bundle in his arms. Amelia bit her lip.
"The bundle in his arms is called Samuel Winchester, Sammy to his brother. And he is your charge. He's the most important charge you will ever take on, Amelia"
"A baby?" she looked at him, curiosity in her gold eyes.
"A special child. He's got demon blood in him, Amelia" Her eyes widened.
"Demon blood?" she stuttered out. He nodded slowly.
"A demon put his blood in the child." he stated, looking down at her. She looked at the young child, and then to the baby in his arms. A man ran across the lawn, picking up the child, and carrying him and the baby away from the burning house. Amelia watched them run across the street, and heard the sounds of sirens coming towards them.
"Why?" she asked, looking back at Aaron. He shrugged.
"That's the question, isn't it. We don't know. Now, Amelia, do you accept this?" She ran over the possibilities in her mind. If she did this, she was responsible for the safety of this child. Judging by the man's scent, he was a hunter.
He wouldn't let her near Samuel. She would have to hide and follow him. Like that creep that had been following her charge. He had eventually slaughtered her charge in her sleep. Amelia had been too late.
"I..." she stuttered. He crossed his arms.
"I need to know now, Amelia. Before Father changes his mind about this" he said. She looked up at him, into his soft gray eyes, before nodding.
"I accept" she replied.
Amelia watched the children walk around the kitchen, the older one placing a bowl of noodles in front of the younger one. The older child's name was Dean. The younger ones name was Sam, and he was her charge.
Her only charge. It felt good only having one voice in her mind. Sam's thoughts. And she could tune them out if she wished. Back when she had many humans to protect, she had many voices flooding her head.
She leaned against the wall, hidden by the white cloak that covered her body. Aaron had given it to her. It hid her from mortal eyes. She could reveal herself if she wished to.
Sam crossed his arms, not liking the noodles. Amelia tilted her head to the side, watching this. She knew by now that Sam hated noodles. But that was the only food left in the house. She hated their fathers neglect. She didnt care if he was on a hunt. He had children to!
"I sick of Spagetti-O's!"
"You're the one that wanted it!" Amelia crossed her arms. She let out a huge sigh, and then Sam looked around.
"Did you hear that?" Sam whispered, jumping off the chair.
"Hear what? Sammy, get back on the chair!" Dean demanded, grabbing the bowl. She slid it to the other chair, and poured Sam the Lucky Charms he so desired.
"A sigh, Dean!" He picked up the toy that had fallen from the box, holding it out.
"Do you want the toy?" he held it out to Dean. Dean took it, smiling.