The Nephilim's Sin

Chapter One

Third POV
a/n: aw heck it's rem (whiskeydean) here, and i'm super excited to be working on this fic! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we enjoy working on it :)

Honesty, let's face it; for most of us, we still don't quite know what we're doing in life, or we just don't give a fuck. Josie Winchester, however, being the nephilim daughter to an archangel and a famed hunter, really doesn't know what she's doing. She craves to have friends (and a boyfriend) and she'd much rather be stressing about college; not stressing on what her first hunt is gonna be like.

That's where she is now: crushed between her two uncles in the backseat of the Impala. It's roaring down the road, and every single person in the car is yelling at Gabriel and the trashy pop music he put on just to piss Dean off.

"Dammit Gabe, turn that shit off before I snap your neck!" Dean sneers, already pissed off because he was demoted to back seat of his own car. Castiel looked out the window, looking more like the annoyed teenager than the actual annoyed teenager did.

"Dad this music is terrible. Change it!" Josie groans. Dean nods in agreement. Sam simply chuckles at his daughter and brother's attitude towards his husband's taste in music. The loud yelling did nothing to ease his anxiety.

"You're all just haters!" Gabriel yells back, turning the song up louder. Dean and Josie start yelling incomprehensible nonsense at Gabriel, something about 'that's garbage' and 'ew what the fuck is this' as well as 'Taylor Swift can't even sing'

But once Shake It Off comes on, nobody objects to the song anymore, as Dean begins mouthing the words obnoxiously and drumming in beat. Josie is singing at the top of her lungs, and pretty soon Dean adds a voice to his lip-singing.

Sam suddenly cuts the engine, and the music cuts along with it (to many protests). "We're here" Sam states flatly, amongst the complaints. Everyone shuffles out of the car as quickly as possible.

"Where exactly is here?" Josie asks. Sam turns to his daughter with a bitchface she's seen all too much.

Sam sighs, letting the bitchface drop as quickly as it came. "Do you ever pay attention when I speak?"

"Generally, no." She states flatly, while snacking on a candy bar that 'mysteriously' appeared in her hand.

"You're just like your father, you know that?" Sam smiles at her, and she flashes a crooked grin back at him.

"Yep!" Josie cheers, high fiving Gabriel.

"Anyway," Castiel pipes up, clearly annoyed at something. "We are here to locate Asmodeus, Prince of Hell" Dean walks over, standing a little too close to him, to start a private conversation. Gabriel raised his eyebrow, but immediately dismissed it.

"What a walk in the park!" Josie begins to huff dramatically. "I mean, it's not like Princes of Hell don't react to holy water! Oh wait, hey, they don't react to holy water because they're more powerful than any other demon!" Josie exclaims as they just stood by the car.

"Well someone did their research." Sam says proudly. Josie huffed, considering the only thing her father got out of the sarcasm seeping from her voice was that she did her homework.

"I'm your kid, so I do my research...but I'm also his kid-" Josie jams her thumb in the direction of Gabriel, "-so I only did half of it."

"That's my girl!" Gabriel exclaims. Sam sighs, shuffling to the back of the trunk, pulling out the bags and hurling them at Dean. He almost falls from the sudden weight.

"Come on lover boy, let's go get some motel rooms." Sam nudges Dean. Dean rolls his eyes, whipping out a credit card and grumbling. He walks into the small room labeled 'FRONT DESK' in large neon lettering.

"I want my own room!" Josie exclaims. Both of her parents turned around with identical expressions.

"Not a chance." Sam says matter of factly.

"Why not?! I'm 17 years old!" she defends. Sam was quick to shoot it down.

"I said no."

"But Pops!" Josie complains. Gabriel moves closer, butting himself into the argument to defend his husband.

"Sugar, this case is dangerous." Josie crosses her arms, and Gabriel attempts to explain himself. "Say we run into the prince of hell and not know without you staying in the same room as your Pops and I or one of your uncles you could be kidnapped and used against us" Gabe explains. Josie huffs, obviously not buying whatever bullshit her father was spouting.

"Yeah but I could put up the proper warding." They both stare at her with the same closed-off expression, so she raises her voice in hopes of convincing them. "I'd be extra careful!"

"No way kiddo. Now pick someone to share a room with." Gabe says, surprisingly stern for his usual happy go lucky personality.

"Fine. I'll share with you and Pops." Josie leans in, and Sam and Gabriel do the same. "Uncle Dean snores too much and mumbles about Uncle Cas in his sleep and Uncle Cas mumbles about bees in his sleep it and keeps me up at night." Josie whispers not so discreetly.

"I do not mumble about Cas in my sleep" Dean defends, chucking room keys to everyone.

"Yes you do" Sam, Gabriel and Josie retort all at once, while Castiel follows a bee around. Dean follows him, supervising in case said bee led Castiel to the middle of the street.

"Uncle Cas come on! We got rooms!" Josie shouts to her uncle so he wouldn't walk in front of a moving car. Dean eventually grabs his wrist, leading him to the rooms with a protective hand on Castiel's lower back. Josie sticks her tongue out in mock disgust.

Once they unload their luggage into their respective rooms, Sam begins to speak. "Alright!" He claps his hands together, "Get some sleep, meet in my room once we're all ready to go."

Everyone nods, moving into their rooms to get comfortable.