Nephilim ; supernatural (au)

EPISODE ONE: BEGINNING

All people talk about how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, but for my kind, the moon is what we wait for to rise. No we aren't werewolves or vampires but their worst nightmare. Its not as easy as they say to cull either of them, vampires can't be staked but have their heads removed from their bodies and werewolves have to have their heart filled with silver in order for them to truly pass. You may have guessed what I am by now, I'm not a different hell-bound but one who is dedicated to exterminating them. If you have guessed hunter, you've guessed correctly, though if you also have decided to tell someone about me or what I do, it's a terrible idea. Not because I'm basically hunting mythical creatures that haunt your nightmares but because, who would believe you?

Being raised by my two older brothers, Zeke and Malachi, and in return loosing them to a monster. Except this monster isn't really a vicious animal but in fact something people put their faith in, an angel. One of those angels I haven't had the chance to end, his name you ask, Castiel. The bastard has been MIA ever since he forced me to watch my parents be murdered. Tracking me down later to slaughter my brothers. I vowed to them and to myself that I would find him and make him pay for everything he has put me through as a growing child. Make him pay for the nightmares and birthdays I couldn't celebrate or milestones untouched by emotions. It seems strange that I want to kill an angel, someone we are supposed to love and praise, but why would they kill an innocent girl's' family? Why would they stalk me through forests and city streets? What have I obtained for that visit when I was only young?

It was a chilly September night, so much as I could see my foggy breath. Not packing an extra jacket is my mistake but maybe I might get some sort of warmth if I walk fast enough. Across the the street stood my destination, a narrow alley way, secluded enough from the public, secluded enough for people not to notice the eery coated figure standing inside. My predatory instincts took over as I reached downwards to the knife halter on my upper thigh, helping a tight grip to the blades' halter. Looking from side to side while trying not to look too suspicious I entered the alley way. Approaching the figure it turned around to face me. Half of the man's face was covered with shadows, an unexpected wave of chills flushed over my body.

"Hello darling." The accented voice cooed.

"No game tonight Crowley?" I snarked at his unusually polite greeting, another round of small shivers down my spine as I spoke his name.

"I offer nothing but information this evening." Crowley replied, shaking his head.

"Where is he?" I hurriedly asked the coated man.

"Slow down my dear," He chuckled an evil sound, "always so eager to learn. Though there is one small catch to this as expected from myself."

"Of course there is but you see I'm running out of time before the deadline here. This doesn't mean I then intend to sell my soul either, that's not in the deal." I spat, my tone slightly furious already.

He paused for a small moment, almost to gather the words he was going to spit out. I sighed as it drained on, look around for any witnesses in case I decide to jump the guy and take off. Brushing those thoughts out of my head I tuned back into this reality.

"You're going to work with one of my favourite dem-"

"No, no demons, working with you is a pain enough. I don't need it." I cut him off, filling my voice with enough anger as I could.

"In order for me to help you properly, you must do as I wish correct?" He smiled a small smile, making my hair raise on end.

"If I refuse?" I raised my brow.

"No intell. You'll die trying to kill Castiel. He is ruthless when it comes to protecting himself and those he is close to. He's stronger than most angels, with daddy back he's not going to risk anything." He bargained with my thoughts.

Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I think it would be to work with a demon besides this pain in the ass right here? I wondered to myself.

"What do you mean 'with daddy back'?" I asked, pondering the fact that God could truly be back and somehow listening on, questioning why I would want to kill one of his precious angels.

"Didn't you hear? The big man has grown a pair and come home." He laughed, something unholy and rough.

"Don't put your petty insights on me, I'm not an emotional teenager." I hissed.

"Oh my sweetheart, you truly are an image of you mother but an ass like your father. I thought your brothers made you well?" He snickered at my loss.

"I'm no ass, Hellbounder, I'm a legacy. A true warrior, not a salesman like you." I retorted.

He seemed to find that somewhat amusing. I hardened my face, looking as intimidating as I could. What I said was no porky, I am a legacy. Marie Lazar, my grandmother, was one of the greatest Woman of Letters to ever exist. My father turned his back on the group when he was sixteen, telling my nanna that he'd rather be a leader then a follower to them. I never grew up afraid of when Dad spat his anger towards them but knowing that was what I'm born to be that only drove me to be the best god damn hunter the ever has been.

"But you see little Echo, you have no way of finding the bunker without Zielon, so take him and find the winged sonofabitch and drive that blade straight through his heart." He yelled, enough to scare some pigeons on the rooftop and the alley rats scram.

"Show me the entity and you may have an agreement." I muttered into the cold breeze flowing down the pavement.

"Very well." He smirked as a puff of sulphur scented smoke replace an empty socket.

Now a tall, well built, blonde hair black eyed man stood next to the shorter demon. His pupil less eyes flickered to an almost glowing hazel, doing the same as I did to him, following his gaze up to my eyes. My thoughts screamed with demands to strike and destroy the man but my body wouldn't move.

"Sire, this is the hunter you want me to help?" A deep non-accented sound erupted from his mouth, so smooth despite his appearance.

"You're Zielon?" I snickered at his glare.

"The one and only cupcake." He met my sarcasm, almost as though we were the same person.

The Hellbounder turned to Crowley, nodding as he whispered something in his ear, eyes slowly falling back onto my silhouette. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot as Crowley disappeared and I stood alone with the new acquaintance.

"So you want to knock off an angel?" Zielon smiled.