Angelica Lilith Winchester

by DeanmonLover67

Angelica is a special girl. Raised by Sam and Dean Winchester as a child, she learned to hunt the Supernatural until they were forced to leave her behind. After so long has passed, will she have the courage to tell them who she is and the secret that comes with her return?

1. PROLOGUE

AN: Hello all! Before we start I just wanted to say that I hope you enjoy this story. I've had the basic idea for it floating in my head for a while and finally had the guts to start writing it down. I'm going to try to figure out a basic updating schedule and will let you guys know. It will most likely be once per week. I'm also going to try to keep author's notes to a minimum so that the story flows more easily. I'd also like to mention that I do not own Supernatural, and while I do take directly from episodes for some scenes, it is officially the property of the CW and is only used to keep this story as close to cannon as I can. Also, the rating is just for some language that is actually in the show, so that shouldn't be a problem for most of you. I'm going to stop talking now so that you guys can enjoy the prologue to my first ever Supernatural Fanfic! Please let me know what you think!

"No. No! Please don't leave me here!"

"We have to, Angie... It's for your own safety."

Tears streamed down my face as I watched Sam and Dean walk toward the black '67 Chevy Impala. I stood on the porch of Sheriff Jody Mill's house, the small pack that contained my things sitting beside me. They had told me why they had to leave me behind. With the Leviathans on the loose and impersonating them, they had to go into hiding from the FBI and didn't want me getting mixed up in the mess.

The thing was that I didn't care. All I wanted was to stay hunting with the only family I had ever known. The Winchesters had found me almost a decade ago when I wasn't more than a year or two old and had raised me like a little sister. I had grown especially fond of Dean.

"Come back! Please, come back!" I screamed as the Impala's engine roared to life and started to drive away.

I bolted down the front steps and tried to run after the vintage car, but it was no use. In no time, all that remained was the dust as it settled back down to the earth. Falling to my knees, I sobbed as Jody came over and wrapped me in a tight embrace, running a soothing hand through my hair.