"No. No! Please don't leave me here! S-Sammy! Dean, please! No! Come back!"
I sat bolt upright, cold sweat dripping off my body. For a second, I didn't recognize my surroundings. I wasn't outside like I had spent the majority of the last decade. My stay at Jody's had lasted exactly two weeks before I bolted, going off to hunt solo despite only being nine and a half. Nights spent under the stars and days spent running or ganking monsters became my regular routine... until three days ago.
I crouched outside the boathouse, keeping watch. I knew it contained at least four werewolves. Hunting solo had taught me the types of things I could handle, and overpowering four werewolves was one of them. Hell, as long as there were less than ten I was fine. As I mentally planned out the best plan of attack, four different figures caught my eye, and three of them looked vaguely familiar...
Inching closer, I managed to catch part of their conversation:
"They're talking about whether Kylie Jenner would make a good mother," the one in the tan trench coat was saying. "The consensus is no."
"Yeah, well, that's why I'm a Khloe man," came the response from one of the men as he loaded and cocked his gun. "All right, we're talking werewolves," he continued, "Which means..."
As he trailed off, he looked to what looked to be the youngest one in the group.
"Silver bullets."
"That's right," the man nodded. "So, you know the play. Let's do it."
The group headed in the direction of the boathouse as a man walked out, attempting to light a cigarette. While his back was turned, I watched as the man in the trench coat drew what appeared to be an angel blade and snuck up behind him. When the werewolf turned around, Trench Coat stabbed him with the blade. The werewolf's eyes turned green and fangs descended from his gums as he sank to the ground, limp. The group broke into the boathouse and I snuck closer as I heard pandemonium break out inside.
By the time I reached the entrance, the other three werewolves were dead on the floor of the boathouse.
"Son of a bitch, you could have at least saved me one... I mean, I was here first."
The four of them whirled around at the sound of my voice.
"And who the Hell are you?" the tallest one inquired.
I bit my lip and opened my mouth to respond...
After that exchange, I was brought back to the Men of Letters bunker. I hadn't given them my real name, but quickly discovered why the three older men were so familiar. I had run into Sam, Dean and Castiel. The youngest one I learned was Jack. They helped me feel right at home in the Bunker amongst the other hunters. Unfortunately, at night I was still plagued by the memory of when the Winchesters ditched me.
The door to my room opened and Dean entered.
"Everything okay in here? I thought I heard noises."
"Y-yeah. It's fine. Just a nightmare," I responded, breathing heavily.
"Happens to the best of us," Dean nodded knowingly.
I scoffed, rubbing some of the sweat from my face.
"It does," Dean continued, "I have 'em all the time."
"What about?"
"It depends... Mostly people I couldn't save."
I hummed a noncommittal response, not really willing to open up about my own nightmare. Just then, Sam's large stature appeared in the doorway.
"Dean?"
Dean looked over to his brother, suddenly concerned.
"What's wrong?"
XxX
Sam, Dean, Cass, Jack, Bobby, Mary and I stood beside the body of a young girl in the woods. Jack was the first to break the silence.
"I-I... I said I'd protect her, and..."
"Stop, Jack. This isn't your fault," Sam interrupted him.
"What happened to her?" Dean and I asked in unison.
There was a slight pause as both our faces turned red and everyone stared before Mary spoke.
"I don't know. Doesn't look supernatural..."
"Looks like some son of a bitch beat on her until..." Bobby trailed off.
"Who would do something like this?" Cass asked.
We were all silent, at a loss for words. Sam and Bobby worked together to lift the body and we all made the trek back to the car, preparing to take her back to the Bunker.
XxX
I approached the girl sitting at one of the tables in the library reading.
"Word is, you're friends with Maggie," I stated.
""Um, yeah, since we came over," she confirmed, shutting her book. "Me and her, we didn't have anybody else, so we kind of stuck together."
"So I'm sure you know she went out last night," Dean continued and she nodded. "Well, she didn't come home."
"Um... Is Maggie in trouble?" The girl looked from me to Dean to Sam to Jack and back at me.
"She's dead," Cass said matter-of-factly.
The girl shook her head, biting her lip. "She... No, that's not... We were supposed to be safe here."
"We need to know where Maggie went, who she was talking to," Sam explained.
"I don't... there was a boy."
"What boy?" Jack inquired.
"Nate. He works at that store out on route 281. Maggie, she had a crush. That's why she snuck out last night. She was going to meet him."
The girl looked between us again, always ending back on me.
"Alright, well, let's go talk to this boy, Jack," Dean said, turning.
We all looked around, trying to find where Jack had disappeared to.
"Jack?" Dean called.
"Oh no..." Sam muttered.
XxX
I didn't know what happened at the store because Cass took Dean and Sam before I could move. I headed back toward the room I was given and shut the door, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Come on, Angie, get yourself together..." I muttered to myself.
Plopping down on the bed, I layed on my stomach and reached underneath to grab my stuff, still unwilling to unpack. I took out the leather journal and pen I had gotten from Dean before they ditched me at Jody's. Opening it up to the next blank page I began to write my first update in a few months. I tried to write in it regularly, especially once I ran off and started hunting solo, but always running and ganking things left little time to document every little detail.
Part of me was unsure why I had given the Winchesters a fake name. I was sure if they knew who I really was they'd be happy to finally have me back... but I had learned something about myself over the years I spent by myself. I wasn't completely human. I had a human soul, but I'd never forget the one time during my travels that I lost control for the first time...
I took another swig from the bottle in my hand, draining the last of its contents and throwing it aside with the others. It had been five years since I ran away and I had fallen into a rut of self loathing and despair. It was the middle of the night and I had just raided a store that was closed for the night for alcohol. The bottle I had just finished put me at five beers and I reached for the sixth bottle in the pack. The buzz of the alcohol had disappeared, leaving me numb.
Just then, there was a rustling sound in the brush behind me. I turned drunkenly as three figures approached me in the dark.
"This isn't going to be any fun. Look at her. She's wasted," the middle one, and only female whined to her colleagues.
"You're joking, right? Drunk hunters are the best kind to fight," the man to her left responded.
"This isn't what I signed up for, Donmir," the female growled.
"Fine, more for me and Bryore," the man, Donmir, shrugged.
I cocked my head, listening as I took a swig from the new bottle.
"Demons," I muttered.
"She knows," the female noted.
""Doesn't matter," Donmir stated.
"You're funeral," she shot back.
"Coward!"
The female shrugged as she turned and walked away.
"Stay," I commanded in a foreign tongue.
The female immediately froze in place, unable to move.
"How does a hunter know Enochian?" Donmir inquired.
It was like something switched on inside of me. The next thing I knew, I was standing over three dead meat suits void of the demons that had occupied them. However, I could not for the life of me remember how they got that way. The two males looked like they had gotten a smiting from an angel and the female appeared to have been stabbed by an angel blade.
"The Hell..." I whispered.
I had a similar experience a few more times. Once with angels, but it looked like they had been killed by demons, and once more with demons. I finally decided to do some research and learned what could be the cause of my mysterious black outs that left the opposing demons or angels looking like they had been defeated by a group of demons or angels. Only one creature I had found lore on fit all the requirements but it took me a long time to accept it.
I found information about Nephalems. Similar to Nephilims, a cross between an angel and a human, or Cambions, a cross between a demon and a human, Nephalems were a cross between a demon and an angel. They were stronger than practically everything. A fully grown Nephalem could rival an archangel, no matter how significant their parents were. However, if sired by an archangel, the Nephalem would have the power of a full grown version of its species throughout its entire life.
As I studied more, I realized how many of the characteristics described me and I finally could no longer deny it. While I wasn't sure who my parents were exactly, with how strong I appeared to be, there was one thing I was almost certain of: my father was one of the archangels. I didn't know how I was so certain it was my father who was the significant one, but I knew in my gut it was true. Now that I was back with the Winchesters, I had a feeling if they learned who I was and what I was, it wouldn't go over very well.
A raucous on the opposite side of the door caught my attention and I ran out to see Jack had returned and Lucifer was with him.
"Kid, what the Sam Hell?" Bobby was asking Jack.
"It's all right, okay? He's here to help," Jack assured him.
"He is?" Bobby asked skeptically.
"You know it, Longmire," Lucifer replied, following Jack past Bobby.
"Call Sam, now," Mary hissed at Bobby.
"Jack, what-" I started, and froze as Lucifer's gaze fell on me.
"Well, hello, Sweetheart," he greeted me.
"Don't call me that," I snapped.
He smirked, turning to look at Maggie's dead body that was lying out on the map table.
"Hmm. So you're leaving dead bodies on tables now. Nice."
"We were waiting," Mary interjected, "to give her a hunter's funeral."
"You won't have to. My father, he's gonna bring Maggie back to life."
"I am?" Lucifer sounded genuinely surprised by Jack's statement.
"Jack, what are you doing?" I questioned him.
"What, I have to. This... it's my second chance."
Lucifer interrupted, addressing his son. "Yeah, uh, Jack, about this, uh, resurrection stuff... It's not always a great idea because, uh... you know, people come back... different."
"Well, Sam didn't," Jack said pointedly.
"Right. Well, Sam's always been... sort of different, " Lucifer explained. "You know what I mean? Some would say 'special'. No offense."
The last part was directed toward Mary. Jack became angry then, talking only to his father.
"You said you'd do anything."
"Fine. Fine," Lucifer conceded, placing a hand on Maggie's forehead.
"I saw Mary pull Jack aside.
"Has he done something to you?" she whispered.
"I heard that. Heard it," Lucifer sounded annoyed, glaring over at Mary.
"Mary, everything's going to be fine," Jack assured her, smiling as he squeezed her shoulder.
"Okay," Lucifer muttered, eyes glowing red.
A moment later Maggie sat up, and a flash of light blinded us temporarily. Lucifer and Jack were missing.
AN: Sorry if you saw this before I got it cleaned up. Thanks Princess of the Fae for bringing it to my attention. I promise it won't happen again, and please let me know what you think so far! See you Monday!