Chapter 2

The room fell into the most uncomfortable silence I have ever known. It didn't help that my face was plastered against the wall; however, it was better than being thrown through the wall. I silently thanked god for that- could the angels hear that pray? I'd ask if I survived.

"Cas!" Dean snapped turning his attention to the trench coat wearing angel. Had testosterone enraged angel not been pinning me to a wall, the very sight would have made me laugh. "What the hell?"

"First the abomination now this one!" Uriel snarled pushing me harder into the wall. My feet were already dangling, and breathing was becoming a problem.

Using my depleted energy, I could maybe throw him off, but I would not have the energy to escape. For now, I was stuck chilling against the wall while the Winchester boys yelled at the angels. Had I known that they were hanging in that "crowd" I would have never came back to the boy's motel. I just went from one bad situation to a deadly one. Demons knew what I was, but my death was not beneficial for them. Angels, on the other hand, found me to be a mistake.

I was able to adjust my gaze to see the one called Cas approach Uriel and place a calming hand on his shoulder. My eyes were starting to mist over as I became light headed. The dark-skinned angel proceeded to throw me on my stomach onto a bed. He ripped off my shirt, and I knew he saw my tattoo there. The only reason that the angels had yet to find me…

"Let her go Chuckles!" Dean growled taking a dangerous step forward. Angels were not to be messed with, did Dean no know this?

"She's worst than Anna!" Uriel continued his rampage while running his finger down my spine.

It took him moments to find my spot- the only pleasurable spot on my back- but also a problematic spot. The second Uriel pressed his finger against that spot on my spine, two gigantic black wings with silver and blue undertones shot from my back. My beautiful angel wings in plain view… I had angel wings… so pretty… But the real angels in the room looked at me as if I sprouted horns and a tail. I was not them… well at least not fully.

"Nephilim," Uriel repeated again. "You'll be easy to kill vermin."

I shoved my leg back and kicked Uriel in his kneecap, and he was forced to release me. Immediately, I pulled my wings back, hidden once again from sight.

"Rachel, what is this?" Dean asked probably the most lost in the entire group.

"Nephilim?" Sam repeated slowly as if the very word was taboo. "Wait the half angels, half humans? Rachel you're half angel?"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest becoming very aware I was only dressed in a bra now. My eyes met those of Sam's sadly then over to Dean's. Uriel took a step forward only to be stopped again by Cas. This Cas guy I was beginning to like very much. At the moment, I was backed in the corner of the hotel room.

"Castiel," Uriel warned deeply. "Nephilim need to die. How she's evaded it for so long is," Castiel continued for his angelic bastard friend.

"Is the tattoo on your back, right?" he asked meeting my frightened eyes. It was one thing to fight demons, but quite another to take on the fleet of God's army. Like it was my fault I was born half angel! Why do I deserve to die for such a thing?

Forcing courage to the surface, I said without a stutter, "Stay away from me!"

Dean and Sam took places in front of me, keeping me far from the human-hating angel. Castiel approached, but the brothers refused to move. I was truly grateful, but I could not allow them to die for me. There was still a chance I could fight my way out, but first I had to get out of this corner. Pushing past the brothers, I came face to face with Castiel, the angel of Thursday… the day I was born on… Had I not been a nephilim, he would have been my guardian…

"I believe this is between us supernatural beings… Not the brothers," I said finally forcing a glare onto Castiel. Uriel was quick to join his comrade's side. With what I had left, I forced out a wave of power and threw both angels against the wall and held them there.

"Not possible," Uriel forced out. "Nephilim's don't have this kind of power."

"Rachel, we won't hurt you," Castiel assured.

Dean moved forward and placed a hand on my shoulder assuring me that the angel spoke the truth. We, apparently, could trust the holy tax accountant.

"No you won't," a new voice chimed in. Standing directly in my line of escape was that demon Alistair. "Nephilim have great uses, so I believe I'll be taking her with me…" His eyes looked to the trapped angels. "Especially one with so much power," he licked his lips with the statement.

I felt Dean go rigid beside me. If Alistair freaked the Winchester out this much, my attention was easily in the wrong direction. Dropping my attack on the angels, I moved to throw the demon from the doorway. To say I was shocked when he deflected it back onto me was an understatement. I landed with a thud next to the angels.

'I used too much energy today,' I thought frightened to myself. 'Why didn't I practice?'

Castiel looked down on me as I forced myself to stand, "We would have found you if you had."

I snarled, "I don't like people in my head…" Lightly, I added, "I don't like me in my head." Turning to the two God warriors, I proposed, "Kill me later, get rid of him now?"

Uriel seemed eager to agree with such a deal and moved to get rid of this Alistair. More demons swarmed into the tightly packed room. Uriel moved quickly to "scourge" the evil from the vessels before us. Castiel followed, and shrugging, I joined in the mayhem. Dean and Sam had no real advantage is such a tight packed area, and the only solution I could come up with was get them out of the room.

I grabbed a lower level demon and peered straight into the corrupted soul, and with what I had left of my angelic power, I forced the evil out. The man's eyes went white and light poured out of them. I could feel the other two angels' staring into my back. Another power I shouldn't have, but I didn't have time to explain… as if I had answer for what I could do. Ever since my nephilim powers appeared, I did not understand why I could do so much more than the other nephilim's I had come across. The only guess I had was whoever my real father was gave me more than the rest.

"Dean, Sam!" I called knocking another demon to the floor before ripping the demon from the vessel again. "Get out of this room!"

While the Winchesters probably wanted a fight, they understood that there was no room to fight. Without a word, the two moved to get out of the room, but Alistair refused to move. I moved to get rid of the pain-in-the-ass demon when to my shock, Sam forced the demon from the doorway. More shocking was that he didn't even lay a finger on the demon.

'Since when did that boy get powers?' my mind raced with questions, but first, I knew I was running low on what I bet Dead would call "angel mojo." Not really caring for the lives of the other to angels, I made my way out of the room and let my wings explode from my back. My two beautiful, beautiful angelic wings… With a strong flap, I took to the air and followed the Impala from the air. My dreams that the other two angels were dead got cut short when I felt a gust of wind from each side. I didn't even need to look to know that those two angels were flying next to me. I thought of speeding up, but truthfully, I didn't want them to attack me when I was already so exhausted from fighting demons- twice in one day, let me tell you!

Dean and Sam eventually took a rarely used turnoff and parked. I was too eager to land and almost crashed on my face. The boys stepped out of the car just as I straightened up, and the two angels landed beside me. My body was quaking from not only exhaustion but from the cold. Thanks to Uriel, I had lost most of my shirt, and now was standing pretty much topless in the frigid north. Without saying a word, I was shocked when the holy tax accountant moved and set his trench coat on my shoulders. I pulled my wings from sight and tightened the coat around my body.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean asked once the silence got too much for him.

"Hey ask the two angelic slaughterers," I replied shrugging my shoulders. "I was living pretty easily up here until you guys showed back up. If you told me, you guys were running around with angels, I never…" I didn't get the chance to finish.

"Why do you hate angels?" Sam asked obviously not knowing much about the half-angels.

"Simple," I replied. "They don't like me, they hunt me down and try to kill me. So far, they've failed… That's why my parents died that night, an angel killed them looking for me. I came into my heritage the second I turned eighteen." Dean glared at the two angels obviously not happy to hear an angel killed my family.

"It's nothing against you," Castiel spoke up. "You just aren't meant to exist."

"Well I do!" I snapped back. "And unlike angels, I have full human emotions running through my veins. I feel everything, so it kind of hurt when I came across my family slaughtered and knew it was my fault."

"Enough!" Uriel spoke up. He took menacing steps toward me. I moved to step back when a wave of dizziness overcame me. Sam moved behind me and kept me standing.

"Brother," Castiel said as if the entire situation was nothing. This damn angel was too calm for my own good. "The demons want her…"

"Then it's best we kill her."

"Many seals require the blood of a nephilim. Killing her might only aid the demons in breaking of the seals," Castiel replied. "Leave her for now until we understand her purpose."

"And her powers?" Uriel glared at me seeing me as something worse than a demon.

Castiel turned to me and said, "Do you know why you seem to have all the powers of a full angel?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," I replied keeping myself as close to the Winchesters as possible.

"We should consult with the archangels," Castiel offered. His eyes met mine, and I could not hold his gaze. Moments later, Cas looked to Dean, and I swear they were having an unheard conversation.

"You'll be traveling with us Rachel," Dean said once he and Castiel broke eye contact.

Before I could contradict with the angels, the fluttering of wings was heard, and the two were gone. The brothers stared at one another before heading back to get in the car. I stood, still covered in Cas's trench coat before following the brothers and getting in the back seat.

"I hope you don't mind if I take a nap," I said lying down in the back using the coat as a pillow. "I need to regain my strength.

"Yeah, no problem," Dean said from the front. "We have a job in Wisconsin… Something about a poltergeist. We'll stop right before the town and get you some new clothes."

I guess I should be thankful that the always-horny Dean kept his eyes to himself. It wasn't long into the drive that I felt my eye lids flutter shut. This was not what I expected my day to turn out to be… Would saying life sucks be enough?

OOC: So the plot begins… What do the demons want with poor Rachel? Why is she so powerful? How will the brothers deal with a nephilim? What are the angels going to do?

All will be answered in time. Review and I'll update faster… 