Hiya! Well, here I is and stuff. New fic cuz I was bored. Its Infernal Devices and Supernatural XOVER and all sorts of fun. Anyway, I decided to explain my OC Kiriel.

Name: Kiriel

Race: Angel

Age: She's an angel, so OLD

Description: Her vessel is around 17 yo. She has short auburn hair and violet-blue eyes. She is around 5'7'' She wears a black tunic and camo leggings with combat boots. She also wears a black leather jacket and a studded belt. She is rather the opposite of Castiel and is more disobediant. She is Castiel's twin sister, meaning they were created at the same time.

The story takes place in Season 6 after Sam gets his soul back, but before Cas goes completly evil and such. Yay

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and/or Infernal Devices. They belong to Eric Kripke and Cassandra Clare.

Oh, and since I don't like Tessa, this is a Jem/OC fic. HAHA!

ENJOY!

Sam and Dean Winchester sat in the living room of Bobby Singer's house. They were between jobs and hadn't heard from Castiel in several months. Sam had just gotten his soul back and all was somewhat normal for the brothers. Well, as normal as they could get. The one thing they weren't expected happened at that moment. Castiel appeared in front of them. He looked distressed and worried. He turned to the boys and the lost look in his eyes scared them. His voice cracked as he spoke.

"I need your help. My twin sister, she is missing," he told them. The desparation in his tone scared the boys, but they were slightly confused as well.

"I thought you were in the middle of a civil war, Cas. She could be dead," Dean told him. Cas looked at him. His eyes were bright with unshed tears. He shoved Dean against the nearby wall and got in his face.

"Kiriel can not be dead. I would know," he said. His voice was angry, but a slight edge of guilt and worry was behind it. Sam and Dean felt sorry for the angel. He seemed very lost and on edge.

"What do you need?" Sam asked and Cas looked at him.

"Help."

Kiriel woke up in a dark room. The only light came in through a small window. It was late and Kiriel knew something was off. She was not in the right time period. The comforting feeling of her twin brother's grace was missing. Replaced with a cold sense of nothing. She looked around the small room and searched for information on where she was. She pushed a lock of short auburn hair out of her violet-blue eyes and looked out the window. Then it hit her, she was in London, 1878, if she was right. Victorian London, thats a new one she thought to herself. She moved to the door and tried to open it. It was locked and her grace seemed cut off. She sat down on the small twin bed and waited patiently.

Hours later, she heard the doorknob. Standing up, she moved toward it and flicked her wrist. A silver blade shot out of her vessel's leather jacket and she caught the handle as it passed her hand. Crouching into a defensive position, she waited. The door opened and a boy and girl stood in the door. The girl had brown hair and expressive grey eyes. The boy, however, had black hair and startling violet-blue eyes, not unlike her own. They stared at her in shock and then the boy opened his mouth.

"See, Miss Gray, there are others," he said. He had a slight welsh accent and the girl looked at him strangly before turning to her.

"Do you have a special power as well?" the girl was American. New York if Kiriel had to place it. Kiriel shook her head and moved past the pair.

"Then, why are you here?" the boy addressed her, "Who are you?" He looked almost ready to pick a fight and then he saw the blade in her hand. "What is that?" he asked in awe.

"I am not sure why I have been sent here," she told them. The pair looked at her quizzically and she tilted her head to the side, not unlike her brother in that aspect.

"So who are you?" Miss Gray asked. Kiriel looked at them and drew a breath.

"I am called Kiriel," she told them, "We must get out of here. Whatever brought me here was powerful and I will not risk your lives." Both Miss Gray and the boy looked at her in shock.

"I'm Theresa Gray," the girl told her. Kiriel acknowledged the introduction with a nod. The boy stared at her for a minute before introducing himself.

"William Herondale."

-Line Break-

The trio made their way to the basement. Herondale was examining bodies when the warlocks came into play. One was short and the other taller, both wore gloves however. Miss Gray seemed to know who they were and took a step back.

"Leave, little angel boy, we have no quarrel with your kind," the taller one spoke. Herondale showed no intention of doing so and the warlocks turned to Miss Gray. "Have they told you what they are? Neither one of them is human." Miss Gray looked at Herondale and Kiriel strangely.

"You two are abominations who have no right to exist in my father's kingdom," Kiriel hissed. Herondale and Miss Gray looked at her. Kiriel took a step forward and beheaded the shorter one. Everyone in the room turned to her.

"What are you?" Herondale hissed. Kiriel turned her cold gaze to the boy.

"I am the one who would have had to grip you tight and raise you from perdition, to quote my brother, had you faced them alone," she hissed. A ginger man and brunette man came into her view.

"You didn't answer his question," Ginger told her. She nodded and looked at them. Her gaze was cool and even.

"I am not required to," she informed them. "Goodbye," she tried to tap into her grace and leave, but it was still restrained and she passed out.

-Line/time break-

Kiriel woke again in a dark room. It was a much nicer room and she noted absently that it was on holy ground. She looked towards the door where she heard a womans voice.

"Can you tell me what she is?" the woman was asking. Kiriel heard no response and watched the door swing open. A woman in her late teens/early twenties stood in the door. Next to her stood a man in parchment colored robes. Kiriel noted the enochian runes carved over his eyes and his stitched shut mouth. The woman looked vaguely worried and the man was calm. Studying the runes on both of them, she realized what she was dealing with.

"Nephilim," she hissed and the woman startled. Kiriel smirked and thought of what would happen if her older brother Gabriel was there. It amused her. A voice startled her out of her thoughts.

"You are not of this realm," It told her. She rolled her eyes, but bit her tongue. The nephilim could be powerful allies in her quest to get home.

"Could you at least inform us of what you are? I have never seen clothing like yours," the woman said, "My name is Charlotte Branwell and I run the institute here in London." Kiriel looked down at her vessel's camo leggings and long black tunic. Another thought caught in her head as well.

"You have institutes? I never thought you half-breeds would organize that much after Gabriel left," Kiriel laughed. This took Charlotte by surprise and the woman looked at her.

"It is almost time for dinner. Follow me," she said politly and Kiriel decided not to tell her that angels do not require food. She followed the woman to a small room where a table surrounded by several chairs was placed. The chairs were full of different people. A blonde haired girl sat across from a silver boy. Mr. Herondale and Miss Gray sat near each other and the ginger man was sitting at the head of it. "This is Miss-I'm sorry, I never got your surname," Charlotte went to introduce Kiriel to the group. Kiriel smirked and looked around.

"I do not have one. I am simply Kiriel and that is all you need to know," she said. Her voice was sickly sweet and it did not pass unnoticed. Herondale smirked and opened his mouth.

"So...Miss Kiriel, why are you dressed in such inappropriate clothing?" his smirk grew and the blonde snickered. Charlotte went to chastise him, but Kiriel beat her.

"I am not wearing what is worn in this time era because I am not from it," she said simply. She looked at the table and then at the people around it. "I do not require food," she told them. "I am going on a walk." She turned and found her way out of the building and began walking. She heard footsteps behind her and turned. The silver boy had followed her.

"Um, I thought you might like a tour. I can tell that you aren't from here. America, right?" he said. Kiriel studied his features and noted the boy was at least half chinese. Why he was silver, she could not tell.

"No, though I have spent most of my time there," she told him. He nodded and grabbed her hand. Kiriel flinched at the contact and the boy looked at her.

"By the way, My name is James, James Carstairs, but you can call me Jem," he told her. She smiled and nodded. She noted the boy looked slightly hurt.

"My brother called me Kira. I am sorry for flinching. My brother is the only one who has ever tried to grab my hand," she told him. He nodded and looked ahead. They had been walking as well as speaking and they were near a bridge. Kiriel looked around and smiled. "Blackfriars Bridge. I went here with my brother Luci when I was a fledgling." She smiled at the memory, Jem broke her thoughts.

"Fledgling?" his voice was surprised and very curious. She realized her mistake to late to cover it up. She looked at the boy and what she said next surprised her.

"Do you promise to not tell anyone else?" she asked him. He regarded her curiously, but nodded. "Well, you all have probably guessed that I am not human, demon or-" she spat the word with contempt, "nephilim. No offense to you and your kind, but I have been taught that Raziel was a traitor and none of his race could be trusted. I am not any of those things-." Jem cut her off.

"Who taught you that?" the question was simple enough.

"My brothers." Kiriel's answer was simpler. Jem looked at her curiously.

"How many brothers do you have? Can you name some? I have gotten one name, Luci, is that a nickname?" Questions poured out of Jem's mouth.

"I have a lot of brothers. Some of the more famous ones are Gabriel, Michael and Zachariah. Luci is in fact a nickname, his name is Lucifer," she answered all his questions and Jem laughed.

"Wow, are you parents really religious?" he asked.

"Well, not really," Kiriel admitted.

"What do you mean? You all have angel names," Jem asked her.

"That's because we are angels. That is what I am, I am an angel of the Lord."

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