My Fallen Angel (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter One

 "Clarity?" Sam's voice rang through the door. "Wake up! We've got a case!"

"Mehhhhh." I groaned, rolling over and pulling the covers up above my face, drifting back into slumber.

"I got pie!" I jumped up and ran out the door, and straight into my older brother, Dean.

"DIBS ON THE PIE!" I yelled, darting for the kitchen.

"Oh, come on! You got the pie last night." Dean frowned and pushed me playfully into the wall.

"Eh." I laughed and pushed him back, resulting in almost nothing. A 19 year old girl versus a 31 year old man. Yeah, you know the outcome.

"Guys!"

"Coming, Samantha!" I poked, making Dean laugh and Sam growl.

I stepped into the kitchen while pulling my long black hair into a high pony. "Dude, where's the pie?" My brother and I asked in unison.

"Took you long enough. Clarity, get something else on. Dean, take a shower, for once." Sam turned around and handed us both an apple.

"Sam?" I questioned.

"Yeah?" I kicked him in the groin.

"Never forget the pie." Dean held in a chuckle.

"Got it!" He groaned, bending over and leaning on the table.

"Hmph." I crossed my arms and stomped back up the stairs to my temporary room. I closed the door gently and pulled off my large white shirt and green camo shorts. Reaching into my closet, I grabbed a blue hoodie, black athletic shorts with a white stripe on the side, and my pink high-top converse.

I pulled the hoodie over my head and put my arms through the holes. I shoved on the shorts.

"C'mon, lil sis!" Dean shouted, banging on the door.

"Hold on, princess!" I adjusted my glasses and applied my anti-possession necklace, which had a small container of salt, a devil's trap, a glass tube of holy water, and a small photo of me, Dad, Sam, and Dean on my first hunt with the Winchesters- my new family. I was only 12, and demons, monsters, and life after death were all new to me. Now, it's just part of the routine.

I smiled and brushed my fingers through my bangs, making sure they fell over my eye right.

I skipped out the door and closed it behind me, jumping down the stairs and towards my brothers, who were sitting at the table, talking.

"Alright! We got a Rougarou outbreak in Milwaukee."

"SHOTGUN!" I yelled, darting for the beat up 1967 Impala my brother called his baby.

I hopped into the front seat and crossed my left leg over my right. "C'mon, you slowpokes!" I giggled, eager for something other than an angel case. It'd been weeks since the incident with Metatron, and Castiel hasn't shown his face to any of us since about ten days.

"Gee, calm down." Sam laughed, ruffling my hair as he took a seat in the back, like always. The pretty girls get the front seat.

"I'm just so happy we finally have a case other than something with angels or demons." I stretched my arms out onto the dash and pulled out my cell.

Abt 2 fite a sweet mnstr ;) I typed into my Twitter box.

"What're you doing?" Dean asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Alerting my followers." I responded, finger hovering over the 'post' button.

"Don't do that, you moron!" He grabbed my phone and shoved it into his jean pocket.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?" I yelled.

"We can't have people knowing you're a hunter. If there and angels or demons following you, you could get killed, idiot." He grumbled. "How long have you been doing this for?"

I shrugged. "A few days." He pulled out his cell and opened his own Twitter. After typing in my name, he scrolled through my posts.

"Well, at least you didn't post anything else like this."

"Well, duh! I was gonna say I was roleplaying, idiot."

"Don't call me an idiot."

"Okay." I smirked. "Idiot."

He growled. "Okay! That's it!" He reached over and yanked my ponytail holder out of my hair, making it fall everywhere.

"Hey!" I drawled. I pouted and brushed it with my hands. "Well, it's not that bad." I looked in the rearview mirror and made it look normal.

"Alright! Off to a case!" Dean pushed on the gas, and we drove.

"Can we stop? I have to pee." I groaned, twirling a strand of hair around my index finger.

"For the fifth time? No way." Dean drove past the gas station, continuing down the road.

I groaned and leaned back in my seat.

"Dean? I kinda have to go to the bathroom, too." Sam piped up.

"Ugh, you too, Sammy?" Dean pulled over and made a U-turn back to the gas station.

After pulling into the parking lot, we stopped.

"Ten minutes. Any longer, and I'll leave without you weirdos." I nodded and jumped out.

Walking though both doors, and locked the bathroom shut.

I pulled off my beanie and sighed, looking at my abnormality.

"Why was I born this way?" I asked myself, looking to the ceiling for a higher power. If my brothers found out what I was, they'd kill me... No one could know what I was.

They asked what happened before I moved on with them.

I told them I was abandoned.

I lied.

Dad was good, but Mom was as evil as evil comes.

When an angel falls for a demon, everything gets messed up.

Then I was born.

They thought I would bring despair.

They tried the angel blade.

Nothing.

The colt.

Nothing.

They sent me to a healer, who made things worse.

She attempted to turn me into an animal, so Mom and Dad wouldn't have to keep me. They could just let me go.

That failed.

Part demon.

Part angel.

Part cat.

No human.

Not anymore, at least. I'm the only one left of anything of my caliber. All demon and angel spawn is killed. Except for me.

I'm still here.

And I hate it.