DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF SUPERNATURAL ONLY MY OC

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow, I haven't had to write a disclaimer in a while! Ok, so first off, I apologize if I get a fact wrong, I haven't been watching supernatural long, I'm only on around season 4, but I pretty much know how things go, but in the case that I do get a fact wrong, feel free to tell me and I'll fix it. Also, I will try not to let any of the characters get OOC, but if they do seem a little OOC, I'm sorry, I tried. BTW THIS IS IMPORTANT, I FOUND THE NAME ONLINE OKAY, SO Seraphim- means "angel" ( In Latin) At will be pronounced (sara-fim) in my story

Well, enough of this! On with the story! Also sometimes I might write 'Sara' instead of 'Sera'…Also, I know that there are many different articles on nephilim and they say a lot of different things, like some say result of a dark angel and human, some say any angel, some say no powers, some say they do, so I'm just gonna write what works for my story! Ok, so now, on with the story!

There was a faint sound of crying and the momentary fluttering of wings as the black '67 Chevy Impala drove back up to the motel room, inside was John Winchester, a 10 year-old Dean Winchester, and a young Sam. As they approached, a small, white bundle came into view. There, laying in front of their motel room, was a small child, a very young baby, crying, wrapped in a simple white sheet and vulnerable to the world. When they went up to the baby, Dean carefully picked it up and Sam said, "Do you think someone just left it here?"

"Looks like it." Replied his father.

"Well what are we gonna do with it?"

"I'm not sure yet Dean. Here, let me get a good look at it." Dean carefully handed his dad the baby and he examined it.

"See this?" He was pointing to two small bumps on the baby's back where a few small, grey feathers that seemingly formed very small wings, lay. "This obviously isn't a fully human child"

"Well is it a demon? Should we kill it?"

"Look at it Dean. Does it look like it's going to be attacking anyone anytime soon?", he paused, "I know where to take it. Wait here Dean, and look after your brother. You know the deal; don't answer the door and no answering the phone unless it's me."

-(0.-)-

Luckily, they were already fairly close to Kansas, and he didn't have to drive far, so it wasn't too long before he arrived at Missouri Mosley's place. It was his best bet.

"Hello" he lightly knocked on the door and looked through the windows to see if anyone was inside. It wasn't long before she opened the door and replied, "Where is it?"

"In the car"

"Well, why don't we go get it then?" They then proceeded to the car where he lifted the child out and handed her to Missouri.

"Ah, she must be nephilim."

"What's that?"

"You know what it is, you forget I know what's on your mind"

"But angels don't exist"

"Who said? Are you telling me that you believe all these evil spirits and demons and you don't believe in angels? There's good in the world too you know, it's not all bad."

"Yeah, but most of it is. Anyways, I was hoping you could look after her."

"I'm not sure it's such a good idea, and it's going to be hard, but fine, I'll look after her. But you own me one."

"Thank you, but I have to be getting back to the boys"

"Of course, off you go now"

-(Q.Q)-

20 YEARS LATER

"Hey mom I'm home!" yelled 20 year-old Sera, short for Seraphim (Sara-fim), which translated to 'angel' in Latin. She was 5-foot 4-inches and had long, blonde hair that traveled down most of her back and ended right above her hips. She had pale skin and dark green eyes.

-(._.)-Sera's POV-

"Hey mom I'm home!" I yelled into the house as I entered, I was 20 and my mom wouldn't let me move out for fear that something would happen to me, or that someone would find out my secret. It's probably for the best anyways; I didn't exactly want to move out any more than she wanted me to.

"There you are honey, you must be running a little late today, but anyways, how was work?" she asked me as she appeared in the entrance.

"Same as usual" I worked at the library. It was more of a volunteer job than an actual career in the sense that it didn't pay very much money, but it wasn't like we were hard pressed for it, and it was certainly better than working the drive through. I wasn't exactly a librarian. I just worked in the back, taping books back together, sorting them out, checking them back in, blah blah blah, all that stuff. But it had its perks. Like the fact that I could easily check out any book any time of day, especially when I needed a specific book on the rather 'supernatural' subjects. This happened every once in a while when I was allowed to go on a 'hunt' at the discretion of my mother. Yep, I know all about the supernatural beings. Demons, evil spirits, wendingos, angels, you name it, I've probably read about it or heard about it somewhere. My mom did an exorcism or helped clear a house of an evil spirit every once in a while and I used to tag along. Whenever I got bored and there happened to be some mysterious deaths happening in a nearby town, or in the state over, I guess it just kind of became my hobby, something I did when I was bored. I didn't go on hunts often, and I wouldn't consider myself a 'hunter' as I'm not exactly an expert, or very skilled. But that's only because being a hunter is a complete life style. A life on the run, lies, credit scams, or just being good at winning money, and really, no social life whatsoever. I mean, it's not like I have a social life right now either, but that would mean no friends, no getting close to anyone because you'll have to leave after the hunts over. And besides, my mom would never let me leave her sight for more than two or three days.

Which brings me back to the subject of my mom. She's one of the psychics in the town. Her name is Missouri Mosley. Yes, I know she's not my real mother. It pretty obvious and I'm not a naïve child. I'm also not naïve and ignorant enough to now know that fact that I'm not one someone would call normal. Perhaps I'm so eager to learn about all these supernatural beings because I'm half of one myself. A nephilim. It's probably why my name means 'angel'. But being half angel isn't all butterflies and rainbows and shiny, sparkly wings. In fact, mine don't even sparkle. Not that I expected them too… But anyways, as I was saying, the downsides of being half angel. Well, for one, the entire race of angels and god himself hates you so much that if you existence is known, you're hunted down by angels and killed. Sounds fun doesn't it? Not in the slightest. Another downside; you don't fit in with angels, and you don't fit in with humans. Not exactly. To the angels, I'm an abomination that should be killed and forgotten and that never should have happened. Apparently whichever one of my parents that was angel at least cared enough to keep my existence a secret. Or at least my location. Which leads me to believe that even though he didn't care enough himself to try and look after me and protect me, he at least cared a little. But not much. My guess is that my mother died during my birth and my father was the angel, which means that she was only human and couldn't take the energy I held and died when I was born, as most books and legends go. Given that assumption, I can understand why my father might hate the sight of me and want to dump me at the next available door step, be it a motel room, or the middle of the street. But back to not fitting in, with humans, all I can do is deceive, because the second someone found out what I really was, I'm guessing, lots of needles and laboratories for me. And I definitely hate needles. The upsides…well, I have a bit of grace, so I can exorcise demons and stuff with my hands and push them back I guess, not much, but I haven't exactly been focusing on training myself to use my powers. Or to fly. I've never gotten to do that either. Ahh, a life of secrecy. But my mom did the best she could to understand and help me get by. It could've been worse. I could've been dropped on the doorstep of a normal couple with a normal family and have to hide myself from even them… or maybe risk being rejected by even them.

Since, obviously, no angel will teach me about what I am, not that they'd even bother to know that much about nephilims, I turn to books and legends which is obviously why I know that it's strange that I was born with wings, very small, but wings. Of course they didn't actually grow bigger until I was old enough to know how to keep others from seeing, but it's still unusual. You see, nephilims aren't supposed to come into their power until they're 'of age' or 18, but I gained mine gradually as I grew, which leads me to believe that I'm special in some way, which basically means the angel have even more reason to hate me. Yay. But enough about me, back to the task at hand.

"That man bother you today?" She was referring to a tall blonde-haired man with sharp brown eyes and a professional looking suit that had been occasionally pestering me at the library this past week and asking me questions. He was definitely strange.

"No, I think he finally went back to wherever he came from; I haven't seen him since the day before yesterday"

"That's good. You just let me know if he comes back" I knew my mom could easily tell what was on my mind, but if she just used that to communicate all the time, I would be seriously lacking in people skills, and probably sentence structure too. Besides, it made our conversations more practical.

"How was business today?"

"Oh, the usual, a man wanting to know if his wife was cheating, a few kids trying to see if psychics were real, and a few middle aged people wanting to know how the rest of their life was going to be and if it was going to get any better. People need to get a better understanding of the difference of psychics and fortune tellers" It was true. People often came looking for the future, but she wasn't a fortune teller with a crystal ball or anything. She also wasn't a fake like most today.

I walked over to the fridge to grab some food and start dinner for us when I noticed it was looking rather bare. It was about 6:00, I figured a quick run to the store wouldn't hurt.

"Hey , I'm going to run out to the store and get some stuff for dinner"

"Okay honey, just be careful"

-(-.-)-

As I walked up and down the aisles of the small grocery store in town I thought I noticed someone following me, but I guessed I was just being paranoid, If they happened to need the same things, who was I to judge? But, when I got up to pay, I noticed the line was rather long and ended up waiting forever in line.

It was about 8:00 by the time I had finally gotten out of the store, and I had decided to walk because it really wasn't far, and I could carry a few grocery bags. Again, I had the feeling like I was being followed, but it was dark, and I was always paranoid. Although I did slightly speed up when I thought I heard some shuffling behind me; not fast enough to draw attention, but fast enough to ensure that I would get home faster. I knew that even being a 20 year old woman, I couldn't exactly fight off a large male, and using my grace didn't seem like a very good idea. It suddenly got very real when I thought I heard the faint rustling of wings, and suddenly, my grace didn't sound like a very bad idea. I decided that if it was an angel, I would wait until I was sure they knew what I was that they had the intent to kill me, before I used my grace and blew my cover for sure. I finally gave in and turned my head for a short second, and I immediately regretted it. Standing behind me was the man that had been pestering me lately at the library, and from what I could tell, definitely an angel. How could I be so stupid? I knew it was a matter of time before they found out about me, but I didn't exactly expect him to look like a business man. There wasn't long until I was home, and I could almost make out my house, but I prayed I would make it there in time. I mentally snorted at that. Praying? When will that ever work for me? I don't exactly have god on my side. He would much rather kill me than answer my prayers. Oops I meant, he would send someone to kill me, so that he didn't have to get blood on his hands. But we'll get into my hatred against god later. Right now, I just have to focus on staying safe.

I mentally cursed myself. What if he hadn't come to me first? What if he came to my mom? Would she have told him? Probably not. She'd probably die for me, and it'd be all my fault. Then I realized, I can't just lead him to my home… I won't be safe just because I can go inside and hide under the covers. He's an angel, he's not going to knock on the door and come back later when it's locked. He'll knock the door right off it's hinges and kill me with his bare hands to follow his orders. I could always…no it'd be too dangerous…but it'd keep mom safe…I'd only have one chance at this…angels are no joke. It was a split second decision…I jerked my head around and my fist met his face. It didn't hurt him much, but it caught him off guard enough to cause him to stumble back a bit, just the opening I needed. He obviously wasn't expecting me to fight him here and now, and I took the advantage to bring my knee up and hit him where it matter, angel, or human male, it'd still hurt. As a momentary look of pain crossed over his face and he bent over out of reflex, I managed to snag the angel blade I had seen out of his back pocket and after much struggling, in which I was pinned to the ground for several minutes struggling against the angel's superior strength, I managed to embed the weapon in his chest, and when he fell back in agony, I took my chance to push him off of me and stab him full on. That was the end of him, and I silently thanked my above average strength from my angel half. But I'd have to leave, they would wonder who killed their precious angel and god would be missing his pet soon enough, they would undoubtedly send more to finish me off. I pocketed the angel blade and speed walked the way back home, the groceries momentarily forgotten where they lay, fallen on the corner of the street.

By the time I was home, I had a plan. Become a full time hunter. Whatever I did, they would probably find me anyways now that they knew who I was. If I was going to live a life on the run, might as well do it helping save the lives of others so that they can have a normal life, even if I can't. The angels might think I was just another hunter. After all, they probably don't know what I looked like. Why would that guy have asked me all those questions otherwise? I had made up my mind. I would leave in the early morning. I would make do with what we had in the fridge, since I forgot the groceries, and explain it all to my mom in the morning. I was going to make the most of tonight, and I was going to keep my mother safe.

Thanks for reading! Wooh, that was a lot of words…. I just couldn't stop writing! I kept having such great ideas! Well I hope you guys like it! I would LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE! To know what you think! Positive feedback and criticism is always welcome!