*Hi guys, this is my first Supernatural fanfiction, and I just thought I'd post up the sort of "teaser" first chapter to see if anyone is interested in my continuing, let me know! :D*
"So what do we do about this information?" Dean Winchester asked the fellow occupants of the living room he was standing in – Sam, Bobby, Castiel and Erin Ramores. He looked at the woman on the sofa who held her head in her hands as though she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. Hell, he knew she did. It was the first time he had seen Erin look hopeless. She was a top class hunter, and the only other hunter he trusted apart from Sam and Bobby. He had known her nigh on twenty years now – their fathers were hunters together. Her father was actually the reason they were all standing here. Erin's father Alex had dropped the mother of all bombshells on them, which affected all of them, even Castiel who had never met the man.
"Well it's obvious isn't it? We find her." Sam said and Erin looked up at him.
"How Sam? I don't know anything about her. I don't know her name, I don't know where she was born, I don't even know if she still lives in this country… how the hell do we find her?" Erin gripped her long dark hair with her hands. Her father had died yesterday, she should be allowed to grieve in peace, but instead of being allowed to grieve she was faced with a monumental task which could be the difference between them living or dying through these apocalyptic occurrences.
"I can make some… inquiries." Castiel offered.
"Right Cas, you do that and we'll look into this lore and see what we can come up with." Dean said. He tried to sound more confident than he felt. For one, he agreed with Erin – finding this girl was going to be about as easy as walking right up to Lucifer and politely asking him if he wouldn't mind returning to hell. Secondly, he didn't know about the type of… being that Alex had spoken of and there was nothing of it in his dad's journal and Sam, Bobby and Erin had no idea either. "Before you go Cas, what the hell are the Peri and Seraphim?" The words rolled uncomfortably from his tongue. He had thought in all the years doing this job he had heard of everything, but apparently he was mistaken. Great, one more thing to be wrong about.
"The Seraphim literally mean "burning ones", they are protective angels. The Peri are fallen angels forced into a life of humanity as an act of contrition. They remain there until their sins are forgiven."
"Do you know about any on earth right now?" Sam asked.
"I am not privy to such information, but I will do my best to find out for you. In the meantime I would suggest finding out where your father was hunting twenty five years ago if he has a twenty four year old daughter, and from there look for any odd cases of arson or similar."
"Why arson?" Erin looked up at Castiel confused.
"Well, if she really is what your father says she is then it is likely that she started these fires, but there would be no evidence of arson or any other ways of fire-starting."
"Okay that's a good place to start. Erin, get your dad's old journals out and we'll try to work out where he was twenty five years ago." Dean told Erin.
"I'll check my own journals, see if I can dig anything up, I knew Alex for thirty years." Bobby chipped in. Castiel disappeared and Dean followed Erin upstairs to look out old journals/etc for more information on her father. Bobby waved goodbye to Sam and left. Sam himself pulled out his laptop and began looking up more lore on the Seraphim and Peri.