I am an angel. I hail from Heaven. I am a soldier. I mean nothing to anyone. I feel.. Alone. So, I left. I fled to a place I would never have dreamed of going. Earth, the birthplace of humans. God's favorite race. I do not feel his love for them. It seems that he forgot to give his children a reason why we should love them. The Archangels were different though. There was mixed reactions. Gabriel loved them, Michael and Lucifer faced off against each other because of them, and the others simply didn't care.
The event that lead me to leave Heaven is a long and complicated tale. One I shall tell later in time, this one, however, will be how I met The Winchester brothers and my Brother Castiel during one of their hunts. They didn't seem to know exactly what they were hunting. They were hunting me, but labeled me as a witch at first.
Every night I wake up I spend a good few minutes preparing for another day spent among humans. It is hard, to go about a day and simulate emotions. To make it seem like I am human, that I am alive. I have moved from city to city simply existing. I have made no move that draws attention to myself. That is, until I left the small apartment I had taken up residence in and was 'mugged'. They approached me from behind as I took my normal route through an alleyway on my way to work. I am part of the night staff, I work late at night.
"Where you goin' baby? Come play." A few of them whistled at me.
"I am going to work. I pass through this alleyway everyday. I don't understand what it is you mean." I stated blankly. They stared before they became rather angry. I hardly took notice of how humans interact with each other, for I did not care. I tend to ignore most other people and go about the day watching everything but them. This does not seem to go over well with them.
"The fuck did you say to me?" A large man in the center sneers at me. He and his friends smell like cheap alcohol. They are clearly drunk.
"I shall repeat my words. I am going to work. I pass through th-" I stop mid sentence. The human and his friends have begun to surround me. I know a fight will ensue, and they will not last against an angel. It is only fair to warn them of the threat to their lives.
"I suggest you find another course of action. This current action will only lead you to death. I will not hesitate to kill you should you threaten me." I hope my words have gotten to them. There is a lengthy pause in all noise. It calms me. The absence of noise must spark something inside them for they begin to laugh rather loudly.
"I do not understand, why are you laughing? My threat was real, I will kill you should you attempt to harm me." I frown heavily. Why would one laugh in the face of death? Do they not know they are about to die? I feel as if I have made their imminent death well known to them.
I stared at them blankly, never needing to blink. They seemed wary of me.
"Lady, you must think we're stupid. You think that's gonna stop us? There's six of us and one of you. You're a pretty little lady, what could you do anyways? Perfume me to death?" At that, he outright laughed. I sigh. Very well. I did my best to warn them.
"I see that you disregard the life my father has given you. Remember, this was your choice." I drew a dagger from my overcoat. It catches the light and glints. I know they have seen it. They must regret their actions now. But it is too late.
"Whoa whoa whoa… What the fu-" One throat slit. One loses his head, another is gutted. Two try and run. They do not make it far. The fat one falls to the ground and begins to pray. He will receive no help. I carve a sigil into his chest for Reapers to see. It will tell them where to send his soul. It seems satanic but it is not.
The two that tried to run are standing still and staring at me. They are too terrified to move. I leave them alone for now. I must clean off my dagger. The blood would stain my blade and cause rust. I hear a thump. One of them has passed out. The other simply stares at him before bolting.
It seems I will be hunting him down tomorrow. As for the other, I do not have to go far to deal with him. One simple touch and he is dead. How human, to leave a comrade behind to save himself. I check my watch. I will be late, I must go. Being late is never good.
I leave the alleyway and continue on my way to work. Tomorrow I will begin my hunt.