Nova Winchester, the nephilim

my ring

I have not failed,
I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.

Thomas Edison

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I turn the knob to scalding hot, and start to undress for a shower. Which I am in desperate need of.

I take my ring off and smile as I remember the day she gave it to me. It was at the beginning of college and I had just gotten back from my first ever semester for Christmas break. She was terrified of me and Milly living all by ourselves in the big city so she gave me this ring to always remind me of her.

The ring was a single angel wing. I still remember what she told me the moment she gave it to me, she said it represents the "angel inside of me and the one that watches over me."

I never knew what she meant when she said it, I just always figured it was something about my family members who had passed were watching over me. However, I guess she actually knew how relevant that statement was.

I picked it back up and started to examine it, it still made me sad thinking about her but I knew she would've wanted me to think of the happy times with her so I tried, sometimes it was hard though. Upon further inspection of my beloved ring, I thought I saw that there was something engraved inside of it. I looked closer at the inside band of the ring and realized that there was, in fact, something engraved in the ring my mother had given me years prior.

It was a name.

I squinted closer to try and read the tiny print, Michael, it read.

I quickly got dressed and started to rush out to the library where the boys were.

My shower would have to wait, again.

We were all in the research room when I showed them the ring.

Sam spoke first, confusion lacing his voice, "Like the archangel Michael?"

I looked at him with the same look, "I have no idea, I've had that ring for about a year and I've never noticed it before."

"He's an archangel, like my father, Lucifer? Is he nice? Lucifer isn't very nice, I'm told," Jack asks, he says the last part to me.

"Yeah, I bet satan isn't very nice," I tell Jack sarcastically.

"All angels are dicks, except Cas, sometimes," Dean comments, Cas glares at him.

"I'll look in the files, maybe the Men of Letters has something on this," Sam says bringing us back on topic, Dean gets up to help.

I look to Cas for an explanation, "The Men of Letters were the preceptors, observers, beholders, and chroniclers, of mysteries not easily explainable or known to men. They were all killed by a Knight of Hell named Abaddon. Sam and Dean's grandfather was among them. They are legacies, and now I suppose you are too."