Hello all…thought I'd give writing fan fiction a try. I do not own supernatural. I plan to update at least biweekly…more if I can manage. This story will jump off from the general vicinity of the plot point where Sam gets his soul back. I plan to stay true to all history laid down before that point. However, where this story begins, I'll start to diverge from the more current seasons (not that I don't love them, because they are awesome! I just want to try to be as original as possible from that point) and create my own story arc. I welcome constructive criticism, but be respectful please. Bear with me as I lay the foundation in the first few chapters, my OC will make her appearance soon.

Chapter 1

"Hello Dean."

Dean Winchester jerked, cracking his head on a pipe. Castiel knelt next to the hunter.

"Son of a Bitch Cass! What have we said about popping in and out?" Dean slid out from under Bobbie Singers sink, clutching his forehead, "I'm starting to think you're trying to give me an early heart attack."

Castiel blinked, "I assure you, inciting cardiac arrest is not among my missions at present. Besides…" The angel poked at a half eaten hamburger oozing cheese and grease that lay next to Dean"…you seem to be well on your way to managing the feat without my assistance."

Dean glowered ominously at Cass, snatching the burger off the plate and taking a massive mouthful. "Bife me."

Castiel frowned, "I believe that would be most uncomfortable." Not missing a beat, the angel moved on, "In any case, your penchant for red meat and grease is not what I have come to discuss. I have received troubling information of which I require your assistance."

The hunter shook his head. "Arf nofe Caftiel…" His cheeks were still puffed with half eaten burger, so Dean held up a finger as he finished chewing. Swallowing, he tried again, " Oh no Castiel! This is our first lull in months. Sammy just got his damned soul back for god's sake! The man needs some R and R. Just one weekend off, is that so much to ask?!"

Cass peered under the sink. His brows knit together in a strange dichotomy of detachment and interest. "I do not understand, you enjoy lounging beneath cupboards in your spare time?"

Dean stood, and kicked at a pipe under the sink. "I prefer a hot woman and a bottle of Jack; but Bobby's been so damn busy lately that this house is crumbling around our ears. The sink is leaking like friggin' Niagra falls, the roof is well on its way to having more holes than shingles, and Sammy nearly busted a leg yesterday when one of the stairs gave out."

As if on cue, Sam limped into the kitchen with a hammer in one hand and a 2x4 in the other, "Dean, do you have the nails… Cass, I didn't know you were here."

"I arrived only moments ago. I have, troubling news."

"News huh? Don't suppose it's that world peace has been achieved?" Bobby walked in behind Sam, dropping what appeared to be a rotted shingle on the counter. "Roof can wait. If I'd of had a hankerin' to be a carpenter I wouldn't of took up huntin'."

Sam looked just as relieved, "Thank god, let's do some real work." He tossed the hammer next to the abandoned shingle.

That left Dean. Cass, Sam, and Bobby turned to eye him expectantly. The angel was rather proud of himself when he realized Dean's reluctance came not out of want to dismiss Cass's request for aid, but rather an overpowering concern for his little brother. Cass also recalled Dean had spent time laboring as a menial worker while living with Ben and Lisa. Perhaps this sink-work reminded the hunter of what he had so recently lost. Nostalgia, Castiel believed the humans called it.

Dean eyed the two eager stares and one expectant one with a grimace. He tossed down the wrench, puffing out his cheeks in exasperation. "Alright, fine! But don't come crying to me when the roof comes down around our ears." Even Cas could tell that Deans bluster was halfhearted at best. Curiosity and his hunter's drive had already kicked in. "What've you got Cass?"

Castiel nodded in approval, "This is good. I suggest we convene in Bobby's study."

The hunters blinked at the spot where Castiel stood moments before.

Bobby frowned, "What the…"

Dean rolled his eyes, "The study."

The three men made their way out of the kitchen. Bobbies grumbling accompanied their short trek the entire way, "Angel idgit couldn't of walked the 10 feet like a normal sumbitch?"

Sure enough, Cass hovered next to a bookshelf waiting expectantly. Sam raised his eyebrows, noting how the angel absently picked up various hunter trinkets from a shelf and placed them back just as quickly. Obviously not out of interest, but rather the need to do something. The angel almost never fidgeted, which meant that whatever he had to say must be important.

"All right Cass, let's hear the big news." Dean slumped into a chair, throwing his booted feet onto the paper and book strewn top of Bobby's desk.

"It has come to my attention that the demons have acquired a being of which we have never encountered before. It's abilities are not completely known, but as I understand, it has the potential to be very powerful. Certainly dangerous whilst under Crowley's influence."

Sam shifted. His eyes narrowed in interest, "Dangerous how Cass? You're being a little vague."

Castiel sighed, a human mannerism he had grown fond of, "My information is limited. What I know is that this being is an abomination in every sense of the word. An experiment, if you will…as Sam was. Apparently, the yellow-eyed demon did not limit his manipulations to that of the chosen. Several years after creating the chosen, he conducted a series of experiments in which he infused the blood of other creatures into children."

Bobby swore, "Shit, you mean he made a monster hybrid? Hell, Eve was tryin' that shit before we ganked her. Those...ah…"

"…Jefferson Starships…" Dean injected helpfully.

"…were downright nasty." Bobby finished, knocking Deans feet off the desk with an irritated scowl.

Castiel nodded, "Yes. And unlike Sam, who ingested only a few drops of demon blood, it is rumored that this child was recipient to a vast array of monster DNA. I do not know what the result was. What I do know is that Crowley has taken an interest in this abomination. The melding of species is exceedingly difficult. As far as I know, this creature was the only successful result. However, if Crowley discovers how to recreate the process…he could potentially create an army of hybrids with…unsavory qualities."

"You're sayin' we have to kill it." Dean declared matter-of-factly. "Allrighty then, let's find out where Crowley's got the thing shacked up and gank it.

Castiel held up a staying hand, "There is more. Even without the manipulation, this child had an extraordinarily rare makeup...traits of which I expect contributed to it being the only successful result of Azazel's experimentation.

Bobby threw up his hands, "Well, out with it feather-butt, what kind of makeup we talkin' about here?"

Cass looked out the dingy study window to the lot beyond. His jaw ticked, "You remember Anna? She tore out her Grace, Fell from heaven, and then grew as a normal human female to adulthood. She has not been the only angel to fall and live among you. The child was conceived between the mating of one such angel and a human male. However, the mother was captured whilst the child was still in the womb and made to drink demon blood, thus further altering the fetus's genetic makeup."

Bobbie whistled, "Balls. Are you tellin' me that the kid popped out equal parts human, demon, and fallen angel? And that's before Yellow Eyes decided to add even more creatures into the genetic cocktail?"

Castiel nodded, "Yes. However, the mother found her grace shortly before conception, which means that there is no telling how much power was passed to the fetus."

"Well don't this just git better an' better" Bobby grumbled.

"This thing's got to be one messed up monster." Dean Finally muttered under his breath.

…Supernatural…

She was tired. Tired of the cold. Tired of the dark. And so very tired of the Pain.