Hi, everyone! My first Supernatural fic, but you don't have to be gentle. My OC's name is Charmaine and she is a Nephilim - and Castiel's daughter, if you didn't catch that from the summary. This is really a total AU of the show, but we are in Season 8. For now, its just sad family time for Cas and his daughter he didn't know about.
Obviously, Charmaine is different. One main thing is she doesn't age like a human. Technically, Charmaine is eight years old but with the mind and body of a teenager. Further powers will pop up down the road but lets just wait for that ;) remember to review!
She was scared.
Of course, any normal thirteen year old would be. Her mother was dying and she would be alone. There was no other family for her to go to, the rest of her mothers kin having abandoned them both when she had Charmaine out of wedlock; the daughter of a preacher, what a scandal in a small town of Michigan. But that left a child without hope and she couldn't go into the system, her mother had already instilled in her that wasn't an option.
"Sweetheart," her mother held her hand, eyes closed as she lay on the hospital bed in front of Charmaine; there were no eyes for her to see through, Charmaine had witnesses that fiasco first hand. "You're strong, I believe in you."
"I'm scared..." Charmaine whispered. "How can I be strong when I'm scared?"
Her mother smiled softly. "You're at your strongest when your most scared, honey." Her grip tightened. "You'll be okay." She swallowed painfully. "I know you will."
Charmaine nodded and slowly got up on the bed next to her mother. "I love you Momma." She murmured and rested her head against her mother's shoulder.
"I love you too, duck." She said softly. "My brave little duck..."
Charmaine smiled and this mixture of a sob and a strangled laugh bubbled up between her lips as she pressed her cheek right against her mothers forehead. Her mother trembled, but only for a moment before this horrible, long, screech filled the room and she knew her mother was gone.
Charmaine sniffed and kissed her mothers forehead, patting her hand before she grabbed her backpack from the chair she was sitting in.
"Find the Winchesters," Charmaine whispered. "How the hell am I gonna do that?"