The child of three

Pilot

I saw it happen, I will never forget that night. The night that everything changed, the night when I turned six months old. But I was different. I wasn't...human. At least not completely. They knew. They have always known. I see it happen over and over again, it never stops, since that very moment I've had nightmares.... Death nightmares as I call them. I have seen my mom die months before it happened, but they wouldn't understand. How could they. But he could've saved mom if he had only listened to my cries. I don't blame him. Nobody did. Nobody but he did. He did blame himself for her death. I could tell that he had seen it before. I could see it in his eyes, but he didn't even know half about what happened in that house....

 The fire.... didn't kill my mom, an angelblade did and I witnessed it, all of it. It's all my fault, I've seen it coming and I couldn't even protect her. He killed her because of me. I can't get it out of my head, the way he came to me.... He cut his hand and dropped some of his blood in my mouth. And the way my mom came rushing in like if she'd felt something was wrong. She was right. She tried to protect me. She tried to kill Azazel, the demon that killed my mom. My mom's name was Ananchel, but dad calls her Anna, she was the last Seraphim. 

The last thing I know the house is burning, but I don't feel the flames. A person apeared beside my crib and picked me up, I heard a fluttering of feathers and then we were gone, away from the place I once called home. We were in a garden, it was really peacefull and I could tell the man that was holding me came here often for that reason. I look into his eyes and instantly feel that I can trust him. "My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the lord." I hear the sound of feathers again and look behind the man. Castiel turns his head to and sees the man. "Michael, what are you doing here?" he says to the the man I now know as Michael. "Is that..." Castiel nods" She's the child of the profetie, Ananchel's daughter." Michael frowns "Where's Ananchel, why didn't she bring the child herself." Castiels gaze gets sad "She's dead Michael, I could only save the child." Michael comes closer "We can't keep her here, she must return to earth to fullfill her destiny." he put a hand on Castiel's shoulder "I know, but she's still so young. It's dangerous out there for her." Michael nods "She's a Winchester and the most powerfull creature ever made, she is the child of three. But none the less, I'll ask Father to keep her till we figure out what we're going to do with her." And with the sound of feathers I knew he was gone. Castiel looks at me, a sad smile plastered on his face.

The next few months I spent in heaven, I grew close to most of the angels here and they grew fond of me, but we all knew that it's only a matter of time before I have to leave. And then when that time came, I was about nine months old. Castiel took me back to earth, we were standing in front of a church, I was still wearing the necklace I wore the night that my mom died, I was also wearing a bracelet that said 'Alison Mary Winchester' on the front and '31-10-1997' on the back also from the night my mom died. Castiel went inside all the way to the front row and carefully placed me before the altar with Jesus smiling down at me, I know Castiel will always watch over me and that I would not need to be scared, he would protect me. He places a note inside the blankets around me. "Goodbye Alice, I will always watch over you." He places a kiss on my forehead and then he's gone.

 I didn't have to wait long before a rather old lady came into the church and saw me lying in front of the altar, she rushed towards me and picked me up. She did a prayer, she didn't say it out loud, but still I could hear it. I knew from her prayers that her husband was terribly ill and would die soon and she herself had cancer, but still she was happy. She would soon be in heaven, living happily with her husband, she wasn't sad, she was grateful for the life she's had. After her prayers she left with a smile on her face, taking me with her.

She went to the hospital just across the street and went inside. "Excuse me, I found this child in the church." The nice old lady gives me to the young lady behind the desk and notices the note in my blankets. "There's a note?" her statement is more like a question, the younger lady opens the note with me still in her arms. There was only one single name written on it 'John Winchester' she looks up and shows the note to the nice old lady. "Doctor Jones, could you give this child a check-up please? Mrs. Dowson found her in the church" the doctor looks at me, then smiles "I will" he takes me from the lady behind the desk and brings me inside a room, he puts me down on the table and begins to measure me and noticed the bracelet."Everything seems to be okay, she's a very healthy baby" he says to the nice old lady who had followed him inside. Doctor Jones brings me back to the lady behind the desk, she's calling someone. "Yes, John Winchester. It was on a note that was stuffed in the child's blankets. Could you maybe contact him, I think he might be her father." She looks at Doctor Jones "I'm pretty sure he is the father, the child's name is Alison Mary Winchester." The lady behind the desk frowns "Hold on. How do you know, Doctor?" he smiles "She has a bracelet on with her name and date of birth on it and since the note says John Winchester. I don't know... he could be her father." The lady nods "Yeah, could be. Can you give John Winchester's phone number, please?" she asks, she scribbles something down" Thank you." hangs up and begins to call. "Is this John Winchester please?.... A child has just been brought in, we think she might be your daughter..... Her name's Alison Mary Winchester and she had a note with your name on it inside her blankets....Bellevue Medical Center... Nebraska...Yes..... okay, we'll be expecting you.... Thank you." she hung up the phone "He's coming to get her."