Dean and Sam were sat at a table when out of nowhere, a man appeared and landed on the floor, curled up and bleeding.
"Whoa, who the hell are you?" Dean jumped up and grabbed the demon blade.
"I'm . . .I'm not a demon, I'm an . . .an angel," the man gasped. "My name's Seraphin."
"Seraphin? What are you doing here?" Sam crouched by the angel. "Dean, get some towels."
"No point. Can't save me . . .I'm dying. You need to . . .save her," Seraphin said and coughed up blood.
"Save who?" Dean asked.
"Nephilim . . .Sherrie . . .they're after her. Both sides. Up and . . .down . . .save her." Those were the last words before a bright white light came out of Seraphin's eyes, mouth and wounds and then just the vessel's body remained.
Sam and Dean looked at each other in both shock and confusion.
"Well, I guess we better bury the body and then start the hunt for this . . .nephilim thing," Dean shrugged and started to take care of the body.
A few hours later, Dean and Sam were back at the table doing research.
"Hey, listen to this," Sam said to Dean. "Nephilim. The offspring of the sons of gods and the daughters of men. The new American bible commentary draws a parallel to earth to the Epistle of Jude and the statements set forth in Genesis, suggesting that the Epistle refers implicity to the paternity of nephilim as heavenly beings who came to earth and had sexual intercourse with women."
"So, that means . . .?"
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "It means we are looking for someone who was created by angel and human, a girl who will be half angel and half human."
"That's possible?" Dean's face screwed up in confusion.
"Obviously. All we have to do now is look for this girl called Sherrie," Sam shrugged.
"Could have helped if he gave us a last name. I'll ring Garth and tell him to put the feelers out for someone with that name."
"Shouldn't we call Cas?"
"No, you heard what that . . .Seraphin said, up and down are after her," Dean pointed at Sam as he dialled Garth's number.
"So what happens when we find her? What do we do with her?" Sam held his hands up.
"We'll deal with that when we find her," was Dean's reply before he left the room to speak to Garth on the phone.
"Of course, because nothing ever gets any easier," Sam muttered under his breath and returned to researching.
Six hours later, Sam and Dean were pulling up outside the cafe I worked in, in the impala.
"How do you know which one she is?" Sam asked.
"Garth said he was told she tends to work outside, she has red hair," Dean said and stopped when Sam pointed out the window.
"That must be her."
"Let's go then," Dean got out of the car and marched towards the cafe.
I had just gave someone their coffee and bacon and baked beans when two men came towards me.
"Are you Sherrie?" The shorter man asked.
"Who are you?" I asked nervously.
"We are Sam and Dean Winchester. We don't want to scare you but we know what you are and-"
"How?" I interrupted the tall one and backed away, slowley.
"You don't have to be scared of us. There are people that are looking for you. To hurt you but we're here to make sure they don't so we need you to come with us, so they don't fiind you," Sam explained.
"I-I . . ." I looked between the two brothers and nodded.
Twenty minutes later, I was in the car with them and they were driving me out of town.
"Who is after me? Why?" I quizzed them.
"You have angels and demons after you because you're nephilim," Sam looked round. "I know how scary it can be to be something . . . .different. Try not to be scared, okay? We are going to make sure nothing happens to you."
"Are you sure angels want to kill me? I saw two earlier and nothing happened," I told them, warily.
"You saw two? What did they look like?" The short one, Dean, quizzed me.
"One looked in his late fifties, kind of like a university professor. The other," I smiled to myself, rememberig his face. "Was really attractive. He had brown hair, a really cool trench coat…he was quite funny, said it wasn't cool, it was quite warm. His halo seemed to be fading as well. Not as bright as the others."
Both brothers looked at each other and the taller, Sam, sighed.
"Castiel."