Author's Note: This story does NOT focus on the Winchesters. It is set however in their universe and they along with other characters from the series will make appearances. So if you were looking for a story about the Winchesters, or their epic bro-ness you may want to try another story. I hope however that you will be open minded to the character I have created. As always I do not own the Winchester's or any of Eric Kripke's amazing characters however I do own mine.
From underneath the bed a small raven haired child held her hand clamped over her mouth, tears running down her cherubic cheeks but she didn't make a peep. She'd promised her father she'd be brave and silent and she intended to keep it. She pulled the stuffed white bunny closer to her, burying her face into it's plush head. The heavy foot steps drew nearer to her.
"Where is she Raziel?"
"She's not here. She's a child Michael, it's my fault she exists but I won't let you harm her".
The little girl tried hard to concentrate and place the voice but it was deep and unfamiliar to her. "Yes it is your fault and you will be punished accordingly but that thing you call a child is an abomination. She is a nephilim she must be eradicated", the foreign voice snarled.
"She is innocent Michael and I've watched her. She shows no signs of being anything other than a normal human child. Surely our father would not condone this".
"Have you so quickly forgotten the flood Raziel?"
"No I have not...but that was so long ago, Michael-"
"IT MATTERS NOT", the voice boomed loudly causing the child to curl up holding her self tight with one hand and covering her mouth even tighter. "I see now that you will be of no use. I will find the child Raziel but for now I will deal with you".
White light flooded the room so brightly that the child couldn't see anything. Soon after the light the sound of glass shattering was heard throughout the house as the windows bursted open and then a thud. After that came the silence. The child opened her eyes which had been shut tightly when the windows had started to break and peered out. Her father had instructed her to stay under the bed but there was no more talking so it must be safe. She waited a moment and still heard nothing.
Carefully she began to crawl out from under the bed and out of the odd drawing her father had placed on the floor. With her she dragged her bunny and came to a halt when she was able to get her head out and saw her father lying on the floor as if he was sleeping. Her small brows furrowed as she crawled all the way out and gently nudged her father.
"Daddy wake up", she murmured nudging him a bit harder finding that he would not awaken. It was strange but as she shook him she could have sworn that she could see a pair of black wings etched on the ground. "Daddy please wake up. Don't leave me...", she whispered the tears starting to trickle down her cheeks once more as she laid down beside him curling her small body up beside his crying herself silently to sleep.