I huddled in the corner of my cage, hiding as best as I could, trying to avoid those probing eyes, the eyes of my creators. Hearing footsteps, I raised my head to peer through the bars as a man in a lab coat knelt in front of the door and opened it, beckoning for me to come with him. I tentatively crawled out of the cage, my tattered and worn hospital gown barely hanging to my knees.

"There's a good girl." The Whitecoat whispered. I glared at him and stood next to him, awaiting whatever torture they had concocted for me today. Yesterday they had repeatedly sliced my arms, seeing how fast I could heal. The day before that, they had seen how long I could run without tiring, shocking me with a cattle prod whenever I slowed until I eventually collapsed. They treated me like an animal, tortured me without end, all in the name of science.

Every day for the past twenty-six years, all my life I had lived like this. But one day, one day I knew, knew I would be free to go wherever I pleased, to fly free and feel the wind on my face. Real wind. Not pressure from a wind tunnel.

I stared longingly at the window, crossed with chicken wire, and imagined what it would be like to soar among the clouds. A strong hand pulled me towards the hallway and out of my fantasy, and I obeyed, knowing disobedience meant unspeakable pain. The whitecoat led me to a new room, and through the door's window I could see that it was filled with black smoke and a strange smell. It reminded me of something rotten. The door closed behind me and the smoke seemed to flow into the whitecoat, who had followed me in. I turned, confused as to why he hadn't simply left as usual, and gasped when I saw his eyes. They were black, completely, no white at all. He took a step towards me and spoke, his voice taking on a sickly-sweet overtone.

"Such a beautiful young woman, you shall make an excellent vessel. I can have so much fun with you." I turned towards the door and tried to open it. It was locked. Then, feeling as if I were yanked away, I went flying, hitting the wall across the room. I cried out in pain and tried to pull away from the strange force holding me, but it held tight. I felt panic rising in my chest as the man laughed and I felt the pressure between my shoulder blades increase, becoming painful. I sucked in a breath, and whispered, "What are you?"

He grinned and blood leaked between his teeth. "I'm a nightmare, and I'm going to fly!" His eyes returned to normal and black smoke poured out of his mouth.

I fell to the floor and was about to run towards the door when it burst open and two men ran in holding handguns. The smoke swirled towards me and I started coughing as it began to force its way down my throat. I struggled to stand and find the door, pausing when I heard a deep voice whisper, "I can give you the freedom you always wanted. I can get you out of here." I stopped struggling against the smoke pouring into my body, and suddenly it emitted a high-pitched shriek, echoing through my mind and my vocal chords as it came back up my throat, leaving my body.

"Suck that, you demonic son of a bitch!"

I spun around to see one of the men, the one with short hair and bright green eyes, holding a box that read salt. I felt someone grab my arms and lift me off the floor and I started struggling against the hold.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. We want to help you." I looked over my shoulder and only saw shirt. Looking up to see the other man, his brown hair hanging down to his shoulders and nearly covering his concerned dark brown eyes. I pulled away and ran out the door. I heard one of the men yell, and the other muttering in another language.

I glanced over my shoulder as I ran, bare feet slapping the floor. I saw the plume of smoke come out the door, but then it disappeared. Without warning I collided with something and fell onto the floor. I looked up to see a man in a trench coat with black hair and vibrant blue eyes looking down at me.

He knelt to help me up and asked, "What are you? I sense something other than human blood flowing through you." He tilted his head and looked at me curiously as I stood.

I took a step back and said, "I-I am two percent avian, err, bird, but how can you tell?"

The man looked into my grey eyes and said, "I am an angel of the lord."

I nodded and said, "Uh-huh, sure you are."

The man suddenly disappeared, and I inhaled with a gasp, covering my mouth with my hand.

"Now do you believe me?" I spun around and saw the man standing behind me, leaning against the wall. I slowly lowered my hand and prepared to run again. "Oh, I have frightened you. My apologies."

I saw the two men come out of the room behind the man and the short-haired one yelled, "Cas, stop scaring the victims."

They walked up and passed the man, Cas and smiled. The taller one, the one with brown eyes, said, "I'm Sam, and you didn't have to run."

The other man smirked, I felt his eyes graze me, being clad only in a torn hospital gown. Trying my best to hide my battered body, I tugged at the remaining cloth, pulling it around me. He looked up and said, "I'm Dean, this is Castiel."

I frowned and said, "I'm Aderyn Raz. What the heck is going on?"