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"Sammy!" Dean yelled. He looked around for his little brother. They were in this butcher shop looking for a werewolf and having killed it Dean got kinda worried he couldn't find his brother. He had his gun ready to shoot anything that looked like a threat to him. Be it another werewolf or a ghoul. And today wasn't really their day. Cas was ignoring them at the moment. Dean wondered what got his trench coat in a twist. The impala broke down. And this town didn't have any apple pie anywhere.

"Dean! I need you to come over here!" Sam's voice sounded worried. "NOW!" He yelled.

"Where are you?" He asked. He lowed his gun a bit.

"In this compartment under the place. There should be a trapdoor somewhere close to the back exit." Sam called.

Dean found the trapdoor and climbed down, "What did you- holy shit! What is that!" He raised his gun that held sliver bullets.

"Put the gun down! She can't move." Sam looked over at his brother with worry written all over his face. Dean didn't lower his gun instead his stood frozen. In front of him there was an angel. With wings. The figure was obviously female judging by the breasts and lack of certain parts. There was a girl that looked about a foot shorter than Sam and she had what looked like an athletic build but it was hard to tell with the dark room. Her body was covered in markings, bruises, and cuts. Symbols were carved into her body. Or burned into her skin. She was chained up to the wall by her feet hands as if she was crucified.

Large black feathery wings that were pinned to the cracked gray wall behind her. The arms of the wings were pinned to the wall with large gold hooks that were caked with black blood. Some of the delicate looking black feathers had been ripped out or forcefully moved for the shackles to be put there. Her head was lowered and there were horns sticking out the sides of her head, "WHAT THE HELL IS SHE!?"

"Dean calm down." Sam said with a shockingly calm voice.

Dean spun around, "Calm down my ass. What is that thing pinned to the wall. Why does it have horns? Why the fuck are there wings!?"

"I believe that you are looking ato the cross over of an angel and a demon." A monotone voice pitched in, "She was bred or created. She shouldn't be alive."

"A cross?" Sam looked like he ate a lemon.

Castial nodded, "Yes. This is what the product of a holy and unholy bond looks like"

"How is this possible? Shouldn't there be a host?" The youngest Winchester asked.

"No. Only whole beings require a host. Her kind can have one but they prefer not. They chose to hide thier features instead."

"Is she dead?" Dean spoke up, "I don't see any sign of life."

"Go check." Sam smirked knowing his brother was freaked out by this.

"Fine but if she is alive I'm shooting her."

"I would advise against that Dean." Castial said.

"And why is that?" Dean shot back.

Castial looked grave, "Her kind is very hard to dispose of."

Well...what do you think? I would love some answers. Hope you all enjoyed this