Author's Note- Hello! This is my first multichapter Supernatural story. I hope everyone likes it. It's set around season 4 so if you aren't past that, there may be spoilers. Feel free to comment! I'd love to hear what you think. Also, the warnings are in the summary so please read if you're concerned. Thanks!
P.S. This is reposted from my Wattpad account. Just to make sure people don't think I stole it.
- ren-shika-inu15
Dean Winchester grimaced as he in his brother Sam skulked through an old empty warehouse. What was it about supernatural creatures and abandoned warehouses. Dean and Sam both spun at the sound of footsteps to their right. A half-changed shifter ran out from behind some boxes followed by a woman armed with an angel blade.
"Get back here, you bastard!" the woman yelled. Dean and Sam looked at each other, confused, before chasing after them. By the time they caught up, the shifter was on the ground, the woman on top of it with her buried in its chest. Her head snapped towards them and they froze at her glare. Dean was suddenly on the ground, the angel blade at his throat.
"What the hell?" Dean said with a glared. Sam pointed his gun at the woman.
"Let him go," Sam growled. She rolled her eyes.
"Back off, giant. Unless you want pretty boy here to lose his head," she hissed.
"Who are you?" Dean asked. She rolled her eyes again.
"You really think I'm gonna answer that? Shouldn't hunters know better?"
"Just drop the blade," Sam told her. "You know what we are so you should know that I'm good shot." Her eyes glowed a bright silver, similar to the way angels' eyes glowed blue.
"What are you?" Dean asked. She turned her glare on him and sniffed the air. Her eyes widened.
"Fuck! You're alphas...I'm outta here!" She jumped up and headed for the exit. Dean followed her and grabbed her wrist. She spun around and threw Dean into the wall. He groaned as he slumped to the floor. Sam shoved his gun into the back of his jeans and tackled the woman to the floor. She was ready to throw him off when Dean knocked her out with his elbow.
"You don't think that was too much?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Dean shot Sam an imitation of the younger's bitchface.
"She threw me into the wall. I think that was just fine."
Dean and Sam watched as the woman started waking up.
"Rise and shine, princess," Dean snapped. Ice blue eyes glared back at him. The woman struggled against the thick ropes that bound her to the chair.
"Who do you assholes think you are?! Let me go!" she snarled. The two alphas watched her closely.
"What's your name?" Sam asked gently. He made sure to keep his tone non-threatening. He couldn't tell if she was a beta or an omega, but he knew he needed to keep his tone civil because Dean sure wouldn't. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."
"Sariel. You guys got a last name?" she answered.
"Sariel Zaveri. Before you laugh, I already know how 'cute' it is that I'm named after an angel. Apparently, after banging an angel, my mom thought it'd be nice to name me after one," the woman ranted.
"Wait a minute. Your mom had sex with an angel? How did that happen?" Dean asked, genuinely confused. Sariel rolled her bright blue eyes.
"Well, when an angel is horny and on Earth, they find a lonely human and-"
"Alright," Dean groaned. "Smart ass." Sariel smirked.
"Key part of my personality, Hot Shot," she said. "Think you could untie me?"
"Once you tell us what the hell you are," he growled back. Sariel rolled her eyes as she dropped her head back.
"You want to know my 'biological rank in society'?" she asked in a sarcastic tone.
"We saw your eyes when you had Dean pinned," Sam said, his tone still gentle. Sariel sighed.
"Nephilim. Half human, half angel. Abomination if you ask the God Squad. I'm not supposed to exist. Because of that, angels killed my mom years ago and I became a hunter. Can you untie me now?" she explained. Dean sighed and gave Sam a "do whatever you want" look. The younger Winchester untied Sariel and she rubbed her red wrists.
"So where are you staying?" Sam asked.
"You sure do ask a lot of question, do ya?" she laughed. "Well, tall boy, I'm actually staying at this motel. But since I finished my job, I'm moving on. See ya!"
"Wait! We've already got another case lined up. It sounds like a hunt we could use a third person on," Sam said quickly. Sariel rolled her eyes for about the millionth time.
"Sammy, can I talk to you for a minute?" Dean asked.
"No need, tough guy. I already know Samsquatch just wants to keep an eye on the new creature. I know the look. If I freak you out that much, I'll stick around," she laughed.
"I didn't mean-" She cut Sam off.
"Don't worry about it. I get it. Room 104. I'll be packed up and ready to go." She winked at Dean as she pulled her messy black hair into a ponytail and left the brothers alone. Dean turned back to Sam after watching Sariel leave.
"What the hell just happened?" he asked in disbelief. Sam shrugged and gave his brother the typical confused Winchester look.
"She agreed to stick around. That's a good thing, right?" the younger Winchester replied. Dean shrugged.
"Her scent is weird. It's throwing me off," Dean replied. "I'm gonna go shower. We can leave in the morning."
Dean and Sam stood outside room 104 the next morning and knocked. Sariel answered the door in jeans and a tanktop, her long hair dripping from a shower.
"Oh, hey, guys. Come on in," she said, stepping back inside. The Winchesters walked into the room as she shrugged on a faded red flannel. "Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be ready in a minute." Sam settled on the couch and while Dean sat on the bed. She took a pill bottle out of her duffle and Dean caught the name on the label. Suppressants.
"You're an omega?" the older Winchester asked, surprised. Sariel scoffed and took a pill.
"Are you going to lecture me on the dangers of being an unclaimed omega traveling alone?" Apparently she'd gotten that lecture multiple times.
"N-no. I just...It makes...It explains why your scent is weird," he replied nervously. Sam tried not to laugh at his brother's verbal stumbling.
"Yep. Suppressants do make an omega's scent seem screwy. Part of how they keep us safe." She plopped down next to Dean and started pulling on her boots. Dean couldn't help but wonder what she smelled like off of suppressants. He felt his face flush at the thought. All the omegas he'd ever come across were already mated so their scents didn't appeal to him. He remembered the awkward times when he and Sam had gotten the "Alpha/Beta/Omega" sex talk from Bobby when they'd each hit puberty. There was a sudden flapping noise and Castiel appeared in the middle of the room. Sariel jumped up and pointed an angel blade at Castiel and he did the same to her.
