May 2nd, 2007

She was mad. Scratch that, she was beyond mad, she was furious. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. She stood in the graveyard, looking at the carnage that was left behind. She could feel the darkness, the shift in the air from the gates of Hell being opened. No, it definitely was not supposed to happen like that. Dean Winchester was not supposed to kill her father.

She was.

She gritted her teeth, her true eyes breaking free from behind their barrier as she glared at the gates in front of her. The energy in her body was pulling and recoiling, and in a fit of rage, she released it. Animals scattered as the immense power washed over the graveyard, carrying a sense of dread and paranoia with it. It's a good thing that the hunters were gone, because anyone within a 5-mile radius of her would've felt that energy wave. The feeling someone gets in their gut when they know something is wrong, but they can't quite put their finger on it. Demonic energy tended to do that to people.

She exhaled slowly, her eyes fading back to amber as she reeled her power back in. Okay, so, new plan. She had been keeping her eye out on the Winchesters, ever since that fateful night twenty-four years ago. Even after she broke free from her father's tyranny, she still watched. She couldn't help it, she felt guilty for them. If she would've been the perfect vessel, if she just would've been good enou-

She shook her head, pushing her father's voice out of her head. Even after the bastard was dead and gone, he still managed to torment her psyche. She glanced at where the vessel of her father used to be. The hunters were smart enough to remove the dead bodies and salt and burn them. No need in drawing more unwanted attention than there already was. Hell, they had enough to deal with, what with hundreds of demons escaping Hell, they didn't need a murder investigation piled on top of it.

She carded her slender fingers through her dark hair, picking and pulling at the nests that formed around the base of her neck, making her way down to the ends, that fell just to the tops of her ribs. She had a lot that she had to re-work now, considering that the Winchesters royally fucked things up. How was she supposed to keep Dean's soul out of Hell? It's not like she had a lot of pull down there, shit, half of them didn't even know that she existed. Her father wasn't too keen in letting his followers know that he had failed, and that's exactly what she was. One. Big. Failure.

She scowled to herself, shutting off the self-deprecating side to her brain. She'd have plenty of time to do that later. Right now, she needed to figure out how to overcome this massive hurtle that were known as the Winchester brothers. She glanced up at the darkened sky, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

She had a lot of work to do.

September 18th, 2008

When she heard the cry, she stopped in her tracks on the busy sidewalk, causing a bunch of disgruntled moans and gentle shoves coming from the passerbys surrounding her. But, she didn't care, she heard it, much like every other supernatural or semi-supernatural creature that roamed the Earth. That voice that broke through the ground, shook the Earth to its core, and reverberated into the heavens.

Dean Winchester is saved.

Her breath hitched in her throat, as she stared ahead, the world around her slowing down as those words replayed themselves over and over again. He had been saved. Pulled from the depths of Hell. Her throat tightened slightly when she realized that there was only one race that had that kind of power.

Angels.

She groaned, and continued walking down the sidewalk again, head low and eyes averted. Of course, why wouldn't the angels be interested in the Winchesters, they basically had the largest target on their backs for all of the world to see. She dipped into a small coffee shop, a headache growing from the lack of caffeine in her system. As she stood in line, she contemplated on what she was supposed to do. She spent the last year doing her best to keep Dean's soul out of Hell, and she failed. She had no idea that Lilith, her father's partner in crime, was going to pop up and make things a helluva lot harder for her. Once her appearance was known, she had to back out almost immediately. Lilith knew about her, and that was one demon she did not feel like getting into the crosshairs with. When Dean was dragged down four months ago, she did her best to snoop and see what was happening in hell. Thanks to her father's demonic blood running through her veins, she had a secret tap into the frequency that demon's ran on. She could pick up bits and pieces that were being broadcasted from Hell, but anything that was involving Dean Winchester was kept on lockdown, the silence deafening.

"Hi there! What can I get you?" A voice shook her out of her reverie, and she glanced up at the young teenager behind the counter, green apron draped over a white collared shirt, and black visor resting on top of unruly blonde hair. She smiled slightly, before relaying her go-to order, a tall salted caramel iced coffee. The cashier rang up the order, before glancing back up at her and giving her a half smile.

"That'll be $4.95, ma'am." She smiled at the boy, before her eyes flashed yellow and she stared deep into his blue orbs. His eyes glazed over, a fictitious scene playing in his mind, of her scrounging around for money, handing him some bills and a few coins, and her receiving a receipt. In a flash, is eyes focused back onto her honey brown ones, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"Thank you, it'll be up momentarily." He turned around to grab a cup, before he stopped himself, staring at his hands, before he looked up at her quizzically. "I'm sorry, what was the name for this?" She smiled at him, her pearly, almost straight teeth, glistening in the fluorescent lights.

"The name is Keila. K-E-I-L-A." He nodded his head, before scribbling her name haphazardly on the cup, before handing it to the barista behind him. Keila stepped to the side, her train of thought going back to the crisis that was at hand. From what she heard down below, when her mind tapped into Hell's signal, something big was going to happen. Though it wasn't clear on what that exactly was, Hell was in a tizzy, and that caused enough concern for her. Despite how she was raised and who her father was, Keila wanted to make sure that she was on the right side of whatever was about to go down. Even though her soul was dirty and tarnished, there still was a smidgen of hope that maybe, just maybe…

Hearing her name called out, she grabbed her drink, thanked the barista, and made her way back out onto the busy streets. Shutting out the hustle and bustle of the scenery around her, Keila tapped into the demonic frequency that buzzed through her mind, trying to pinpoint where the risen Winchester was. A constant, dull buzz reverberated through her head, the demon radio pinging off left and right. There was a lot of whispering, a lot of fear, and a lot of annoyance. But, she managed to zero in on one lowly demon, and got the information that she needed. She meandered her way back to her parked car, a 2007 crimson Dodge Challenger. She slid into the car, the black leather seats burning her back and thighs through her clothes. She cranked the beauty, listening to the purr of the engine as it came to life. Pulling her aviators from the middle cup holder, she pushed them up the bridge of her nose and behind her ears, untangling her wavy hair from the metal arms. She leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes, before exhaling slowly, and putting the car into drive. It'd be a while before she reached her destination.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

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