Running.
That's all I ever did it seemed like.
Life used to be good, I used to have a family. A mother and a father, a baby sister and a baby brother. We lived in a small Georgia town and went to church every Sunday just like all the other families.
My mother used to always tell me angels were watching over me and now looking back I wonder if deep down somewhere she knew. I wondered if she knew what I was or what I would become.
With a sigh I drug my bloodied body into my hotel room and shuffled into the bathroom. My black t-shirt was ripped to shreds and my jeans soaked in blood that wasn't mine.
I stared at my reflection, my gazing fixing on the silver wing charm around my neck. After the accidents I went to my uncles home in North Dakota where he introduced me to Sam and Dean Winchester. They were my family and I can't tell you how many times we've died protecting each other.
I can still here Dean screaming out Sam's name as he fell to the ground after that Talley kid stabbed him in the back. I can still hear him screaming to this day. I can still smell the blood from when Dean was ripped apart by the hellhounds a year later after selling his soul to save Sam. The nightmares have yet to stop from that day. It only got worse after that, especially when Castiel rescued Dean from hell.
I never told them what I was and I have no intentions of doing so. But when Cas showed up it complicated things. See, Cas was around a lot when I was growing up but he mostly hid in my guardians shadows. Honestly I don't think he knew how to handle me. I cared about him sure but it wasn't until he left his vessel that I found out just how much he cared about me.
I think he eventually figured it out but he was on a short leash with Heaven and the last thing he needed to do was fall in love with me. Angels were already on strict orders to kill me if they ever found me and the only thing protecting me was my guardian Gabriel.
After Gabe died it was absolute chaos. I found myself in a tug or war between Lucifer and Michael for unknown reason, the leviathan had taken over and before it was all said and done we would loose Bobby, Dean, and Cas to the damn things. Now the only thing I had left of him was the pendant he had made for me.
After the Leviathan Sam found a girl and last I heard he was somewhere in Texas. I tried calling him but none of his phones were turned on and the GPS had been turned off. I tried everything I could to get into Purgatory but everyone was too afraid to help me. They were too afraid of what Michael or Lucifer would do to them if they helped me.
I peeled my clothes off and rinsed the blood and grime away from my body and tended to my wounds. I threw on a tank top and a pair of sweat pants and collapsed onto the bed. I stretched out my sore wings and let them hang limp over the edge of the bed. For a moment it was completely silent, no screams, no pleas, no Enochian being screamed inside my head, just silence.
A knock at the door would change all that.
I shoved myself up muttering curses under my breath as I grabbed my angel blade from my duffel and threw the door open.
"What the hell do you-oh my god."