Chapter 10
2187's POV
Seven years ago, scientists were working with supernatural creatures. They wanted to learn to use them for mankind's benefit. What they wanted now… was a weapon.
They needed a creature that had supernatural abilities, like speed, strength, telepathy, etc, but could think like a man. They took a human embryo and allowed it to grow in an environment that mimicked a mother's uterus. When it became a fetus, they began to change its DNA. They removed the human DNA and replaced it with that of supernatural creatures. Most of the DNA came from an angel.
The child continued to grow. It developed heightened senses. It could hear things that even some animals couldn't hear. The could see clearer than any human. It's sense of smell and taste were heightened. And it's sense of touch was heightened so that it could feel even the smallest pinprick.
It also developed many different supernatural powers: telekinesis, strength, speed and telepathy. The scientists believed it could possibly even grow to gain more powers in time. But this wasn't even the most exciting of all… The child also grew wings like that of an angel.
They taught her survival skills, academics, etc. Her mind was so far developed that when she was four years old, she could understand academics on a college level. When she was young, they studied her very passively, but as she grew older, it became more aggressive. They studied her organs, tissue, muscles, bones… they had cut her open so many times that she had lost count.
As she grew older, she became more rebellious. She no longer remained complacent. They locked her in a room that dampened her powers, mind and senses greatly. She lived here for years… tortured… studied… not even thought of as human…
Dean's POV
"...but I guess that's because really, I'm not human," she says finishing her story. A few tears stream down her face. I can't even imagine going through that at her age.
But I do understand being tortured like she was. Being cut into, beaten and torn day in and day out. Afterwards is almost worse… Remembering every second. Every abuser. Every cut. Every hit. Every tear. Every ounce of pain. Not just physical. Mental and emotional too. That's almost worse. Having your mind torn apart. Feeling hopeless. Having no idea if it'll ever stop. To the point where you wish… where you wish you could feeling nothing. That's worse… so much worse.
I look at her. I see almost the same look in her eyes that is in mine… but hers… hers is so much more… resilient. It's different. I've seen it somewhere before… but I can't think of where.
"I'm sorry," is all I can manage to say.
She gets off the bed and walks over to me. She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls herself into me. I drape my arms around her and gently stroke her hair.
"It's ok," I tell her softly. "You're safe."
No one speaks for a few moments until I ask, "and so you're basically-"
"An angel," she finishes. "Pretty much. There is other supernatural DNA mixed in but yeah. About 99 percent of me is angel."
"That's why you had to sleep on the way back."
"Yes, I typically don't sleep, but at times I need it. I also eat on certain occasions as well."
"Alright," I respond.
Then, a thought hits me.
"The angel…" I start. "Do you know which angel the DNA came from?"
I feel her gently nod her head.
"Who?" I ask.
She pulls her head slowly away from me and looks up straight into my eyes.
"Castiel…" she responds.