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A/N : Hey! This is Mega, and I've started watching SPN and the next few one shots will be results of that. After this there will probably be both a Sam and Cas.

This story will be written in first person and I am going to specify some characteristics that you, the reader, has. Simple things like height, hair, and possibly body shape and style. Just go with it.

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"So you need my help, do you?" I say. I knew Sam and Dean but they didn't know me. The only thing they knew about me was that I was a hunter. Well, a little more than a hunter. But that part is a secret. I go under a code name anyways. Pretty ironic considering it's Angelus Mortis, which translates, from Latin to English, to "angel of death". Which I came up with myself.

"Yes. We found a new demon that we don't know about and we've heard that you've heard of it. Didn't think it would be a huge deal, sir." He says. Oh, I forgot to mention. I have a voice modulator, so people think I'm a guy. Most wouldn't come for help or take me seriously if they knew the truth.

"Sure. I'll help. Where exactly did you say you were again?" He reads off the state and city as well as hotel him and his brother were at.

On another note, just to let you know, I'm not entirely human. Don't jump to conclusions, I'm not a demon or anything. I'm actually part angel. Yeah. Wings, powers, all that jazz. But the catch is, my wings are solid black. Which normally leaves people with the impression that I'm evil. But I'm not. And it doesn't help that my wingspan is over 20 ft. But I deal.

Okay, back on topic.

"Okay, thanks. When can we expect you to be here?" Sam asks. I calculate the time in my head quickly based on distance, average wind speed, and breaks, which I normally didn't need. "Uh, I should be there in about half an hour."

I hear a noise of disbelief on the other end of the line. "Wow. You're fast. Okay, see you then I guess. Thanks." I put the phone back down on the homemade receiver without saying anything else. For most people to get from where I was, Tennessee, to where Dean and Sam were, Montana, it would take hours. But I was special.

I gather all of my things, which fit in two duffel bags. One full of clothes, the other full of dozens of different weapons, holsters, and other odds and ends. To me it wasn't that heavy so I put both on one shoulder and walk out the door into my heavily wooded back yard. I summon my wings, stretch them out, and take off, headed for Montana.

Feeling the wind through my feathers was a feeling that mundanes would never understand. It was amazing. The thrill of flying on your own set of wings was something very few people ever experienced. Well, the people who did weren't "people".

I do a few tricks in the air, laughing all the way. It never got old. And with the solid black sky no one could see me. I blended right in with my black wings, jeans, long sleeve shirt, and hoodie. And my blonde hair surprisingly didn't stand out that much.