I looked down at my wrists a thin rag wrapped around each being the barrier between my skin and the iron chains. Looking up my eyes glanced around the room once more. I wasn't positive wear I was. The room I was in appeared to be a library but nothing like Id seen before. It looked old the walls were made out of stone. I had been chained to a wooden chair in the middle of a useless devils trap for over an hour.

The brothers thought bringing me inside was better then leaving me in the trunk of the car. Something I agreed with, Sam had even managed to convince Dean to let him wrap old strips of a torn up shirt around my wrists so the metal wouldn't burn me more.

I looked back down at my arms the red pussed flesh was still healing slowly but surely. The pain had subsided into a faint constant warmth.

It seemed like forever in the silence before I heard a door creak then slam before footsteps echoed filling the silence. I took a deep breath raising my head, my eyes darted at each entrance. Waiting to see who was coming to see me to possibly end me.

Sam stepped out from the hallway running one of his larges hands through his long hair. A beer in his other hand, I let out a breath of relief. Sam had been more understand and kinder throughout everything. I knew If I was going to die, Sam wouldn't be the one the pull the trigger or dig the blade. A few short seconds later Dean came out after him my heart dropped.

I could feel myself starting to grow nervous, I hadn't hurt anyone we'll never on purpose. yet I here I was chained up like an animal waiting for my death by two hunters who were permanently bad cop good cop.

The brothers each grabbed a chair Sam lifting his off the ground, Dean letting his drag against the stone floor. the screeching caused me to wince from the pain filling my ears. If I wasn't terrified on getting the demon blade he so promptly wore on his belt. Shoved into my thigh like a watermelon I would of told him to stop being a lazy son of a bitch.

Both boys let go of the chairs at the same time. Dean sitting in his properly more defensive and prepared. Sam straddling his the back of the chair facing me,he drapped the arm holding the beer over the edge resting the other over top of the back of the chair.

Both boys watched me closely, I kept my eyes on the lines of the devil trap under me. I knew each of us was waiting for the other to speak. none quite sure what to say, myself to afraid to say much of anything. Sam and Dean most likely having thousands of questions.

"You do know the whole painting a devil's trap was kinda useless right?" I mumbled to them

"why's that huh? what are you!?" Dean snapped

I flinched at his tone shaking I kept my head down, I couldn't tell them what I was. Because what I was is something that shouldn't be.

"Dean" Sam hissed under his breath.

The three of us sat in silence for a few moments, Dean taking his frustration out on his beer bottle. Sam casually sitting sipping his drink waiting for tension to pass. After a while Sam finally broke the silence.

"Let's start simple, what's your name"

I slowly looked up at Sam, his eyes were still soft yet curious. Something about the man made me feel safe. Sam seemed to have a understanding that Dean didn't maybe because him himself knew what being different was like.

"Oa..Oaklani…" I stuttered quietly "and you're the Winchesters"

Sam smiled slightly nodding trying to encourage me.

"why did you want help from us was it a trick?" Dean growled his eyes narrowed.

"No… I was being chased.. hunted…" My voice shook as I spoke

"By what?" Sam intrigued

"Demons.." I said barely above a whisper

"What the hell do they want with you?"

My eyes flickered up at Dean once more as he spoke. Something had changed in him, he still had a hard look, but he didn't seem as vicious.

"I… I can't tell you.." I mumbled

"That's it I'm getting him" Dean snapped

Sam hadn't got time to argue, Dean had stood up knocking his chair back and was storming away. Sam groaned getting up chasing after his older brother. I looked back down to the ground sighing.

I was to afraid to tell them why I was being hunted. It would of just given Dean another reason to gut me right then and there. I wouldn't blame him either no one probably would if they knew what I was. An abomination among all abominations.

I kept my head down mostly thinking to myself. Even hearing the sound of wheels being pushed and footsteps didn't break my train of thought. nothing did till I felt a hand on my shoulder. I finished pulling my gaze up to see who was attached the hand. I was shocked to see Sam standing beside me.

"Well, Well, Well" a familiar accent struck fear into me

Slowly I turned my heart racing, eyes wide. There he was Crowley I could feel myself starting to panic. The smirk that pulled at the edges of his lips showed me he knew it. I couldn't control myself I started to freak, pulling and yanking at my bindings. pulling myself back.

The chair scratched against the floor until the chair tipped backwards. If Sam hadn't been standing there I would of hit my head. Which right and then would of been a godsend for me. Sam put the chair back on all four legs and came around in front of me he could see the sheer panic and fear in my eyes.

"Hey it's alright, Crowley can't hurt you" Sam said his voice washing a sense of calm over me.

"Well that answer the do you know each other question" Dean tried to joke

"Oh I know her alright, there isn't a demon or angel on earth or in heaven and hell that don't know who miss Oaklani and her sister Deyanira. Shame you didn't get her sister though, now she's real catch" Crowley spoke calmly winking as he spoke the last part

"Why would they all know about her" Sam quizzed

"She's one, well two of a kind"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean" Dean said impatiently

" It mean's squirrely my boy that there will never and can never be another one like her and her sister. although there was only supposed to be one of them as well"

"So what is she?" Sam wondered

"The most powerful thing there ever could be. A hybrid if you will"

"Like Jefferson Starships?"

"ha those inbreds are ants compared to what she is"

"Fucking stop toying with us Crowley and tell us" Dean snapped

"She's the daughter of -"

"No!" I screamed

I didn't mean for it to happen, I didn't know it would either. Crowley was sent flying back chained to his chair it smashed against the bookcase. A shelf broke books cascaded down onto Crowley. Sam and Dean looked back and forth from me to each other. I did the same between them. All three of us with the same shocked face.

Dean stood up walking to the other end of the room to help the aching Crowley up. Sam's eyes locked on me, I pulled mine away from crowley laying them on Sam. He had the same shocked looks on his face.

"Oops.." I said with a weak smile

"what the hell was that, your in a devils trap you shouldn't be aloud to use powers!" Dean snapped

"You bloody moron she's not a demon" Crowley his feet as Dean pulled him to his feet.

"Then what is she?" Sam asked pulling his gaze away from me.

"An angel and a demon. She's a creation of Lucifer and Lilith that started centuries ago." Crowley informed him.

Now all eyes were on me. The real monster in the room.

{ I know it's a short one, I'm sorry. Please review I'd love to hear what you guy's think. good or bad!}