Chapter 1
Hello, my readers! This is a fanfiction story from the show, "Supernatural."
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural!
It was just a normal hunt for the Winchesters. Castiel decided to tag along. It had been slow, unusual, and unsteady for them.
The men proceeded to walk down the dark alleyway. The gray brick-concrete walls appeared to surround them. The silence began to be awkward. So, Sam cleared his throat, loudly.
“What?” Dean and Cas asked in unison, also in alert.
“Too quiet!”
“I’ve noticed.”
The Boys came to a two-passageway. Sam and Dean steered in a pedicular course, while Castiel seized the other one. He traveled and farther on from Dean and Sam.
Suddenly, Castiel was stopped by the sight of a woman. The chick was kneeling to a lower position on the terrain, covering her own body.
“Miss, are you alright?” Cas questioned.
“Please, go away!” The dame whispered.
Directly, the lady mumbled the succeeding.
“Please! No more sacrificing! This isn’t me! Please!”
Immediately, her arms commence to glow the pigment silver. Castiel’s peepers widened. Then, the maiden glanced up, and realized she wasn’t unaccompanied. She spoke again.
“Please! GO! Leave me alone! You must go! Hurry! Before it’s-”
Unexpectedly, a bright flash occurred.
“Cas? Hey, man, you okay?” Dean inquired, as he supported his comrade in an upper location.
“Yeah, Dean.” Cas answered, as he scanned the same site only no gal present. He beseeched, “Was there a girl here?”
“No, just you. Why?” Dean responded, perplexed.
“No reason. Where’s Sam?”
“When Sam and I arrived at the Impala, you didn’t show as expected. I went back and followed the path you took. And found you, here on the ground.”
Dean and Cas walked in the venue of the vehicle’s whereabouts. Cas would peeped, repeatedly at the spot. Due to this, the distance grew further and further beyond. It was like he kept expecting someone to materialize.
Just around the corner, a shaken lass leans against the cool-damp block vertical structure. She sighed, relieved and mentated.
‘Almost! That was close! Next time I may not be that lucky!’
Anya wasn’t your normal female. Even though she resembled a human, she wasn’t. Anya was half Angel and part Demon. Her quest was to find her dad. The equivalent father, who abandoned them and didn’t care.
Anya had adapted to mortal peripherals and demeanors of life, until…
People started to worship her. Well, not her per say, but a type. People would abdicate themselves, their souls to see their demised friends and family. Anya had become a goddess with this. She was always on the run and lurked in the shadows. She didn’t want any hunters to discover her. They would NOT help her, and only see the need to destroy.
Preliminarily, she had gone to these lost essentials and tried to talk to them. Some didn’t heed her, for she heard their voices, again. Thereupon, the briskly change of attire, she couldn’t be seen by people or be in public. It would terrify them, deeply. Every time someone composed a labeled wish, a relinquish, Anya’s figure would glisten. Her atrocity-cherub features would take longer to vanish. However, the last individual remained, permanently.
Because of all this, Anya was forced into hiding. What kept her going was the search for her papa. She hoped he knew what to do to get rid of this. Anya had heard of him, the job he did. She still had to aspire.
Straightaway, Anya got the idea to go after the men. Maybe they could accommodate her problem. She recognized Cas and admired how handsome he was. She believed the one besides him was a Winchester.
Anything and everything could happen. Her standing like this wouldn’t aid her. It didn’t hurt to attempt something.
Anya hesitated and ruminated, ‘Here, goes nothing!’
“Hey, wait!” Anya yelled.
Castiel and Dean turned towards the speaker, both in shock at the aspect before them.
A besom in some kind of goddess costume stood. Her long silver and black hair flowed as she paced towards the men.
At that instant, Dean and Castiel detected the humongous white fleecy appendages, outlined in black that were on top of her shoulders.
Unplanned, her eyes gleamed a bloody red color and prior to her blue shade.
“Cas!” Dean instructed.
“Right!” Castiel riposted.
“No, please! I don’t want to fight! Please, listen ?!” Anya impetrade, as she noted the boy’s intentions.
Cas stared at Anya, struck by her beauty. This creature reminded him of someone he used to know.
Dean crossed his arms, aggravated. He leant against the sheetrock barrier, abided and indicated for her to continue.
“Could we please go to a different region, privately?” Anya requested.
“This isn’t?”
“No, not really.”
“Seriously!?”
“They’re here! In the shadows, lingering and harking. I can sense their presence!” Anya commented, worried.
“Who?”
“Demons.”
“Here?”
“Yeah, without a meat suit.” Anya and Castiel, both cited.
“How come we didn’t-”
“Because of me. They can somehow channel into me. I’m not sure how. I’ll try and explain what I can. Despite that, please let’s go!”
“Hey, guys! What-Who is this?” Sam directed, flabbergasted.
“Sammy, this is Anya. She requires our assistance.”
“Okay? And?”
“And, not here. Anya said she’ll tell us once the coast is clear from here.” Dean asserted, as he slid in the Impala, adjoining to Sam.
Thus, Anya situated herself in the backseat. Her gigantic wings permeated up space in the car. Cas strolled to Dean’s side window and announced tacitly.
“See you there.”
With that, Cas had dispersed.
“The Bunker?” Sam applied, bothered.
“Sammy, it’s the only place I register she will be unscathed.”
“From what?”
“Demons.”
“Demons!?”
“Anya verbalized she would clarify,” Dean repeated.
Finally at the Bunker and settled in, Anya expressed her story.
“For starters...I am half demon, half angel.”
“How? I mean-?”
“Well, my father was devoted and sparked intimacy with my mother. At that time, my mother was a divine being, my father a fiend. Promptly, my mother didn’t want to let the love they shared go. They both had wished for something more they could do. Later that evening and in the heavens, mom sat alone, agonized and decided. Additionally, she reacted and fell from the exosphere. In advance, my mother had transformed into a hominid- pregnant damsel. After she told me this, not much was elucidated. In contrast, she did mention her old job of keeping serenity in and externally of heaven had got to her. I remembered her being so hard on me finding him and made me promise to keep searching long after her life ended.
The Winchesters nodded.
“What was your mother’s name?” Cas probed.
“Angela.”
“No! Can’t be! I thought-” Cas verbalized and trailed off.
“Yes?!”
“And...So, now you’re gonna get them together, again? No offense…How do you fathom your father isn’t already yanked?” Dean specified, tongue in cheek.
“No, I’m not here to play matchmaker! My mom died peacefully years ago from cancer. What is so weird about all of this is... Those same brutes that I apprehended subterrence, sound like the choristers I heard before. The same ones that begged to do anything to see their deceased relatives. You don’t think, because of this-goddess trait. That I’m changing earthlings into apparitions?” Anya challenged.
“Possibility. Doubt it, though.” Sam exhibited, audibly.
“Anything in common with the people you talked to?” Cas quizzed.
“What do you mean?” Anya pressed, addled.
“Did they eat at some address, or visit a famous area?”
“Well, there was a park…In which they all visited, except none encountered each other.”
“Cas?” Dean queried, as he observed Castiel’s rapid disappearance.
