Nephilim

13

Eleven years ago

Dean watches his niece sit quietly in front of the Impala, waiting for Sam and Avery to check them in. Avery decided since she's nine now, that she was old enough to help them with adult things like checking in and research. Of course, research was completely out of the question, there were quite a few 'adult things' he figured she could do. Helping them pick up food and things like that.

Kirstin, however, seemed to enjoy being the youngest, playing with the Nerf sword she talked Dean into buying her. Or the Captain America doll she talked Sam into getting her. Or the plush Stitch she had talked Bobby into getting her. What could they say, the kid had a gift. While she was really good at talking people into, or out of, buying her stuff, the boys really hadn't heard her speak much since she moved in with them two years ago. And from what he heard, and learned from his time raising Sam and Avery, were that most six-year-olds are very talkative.

"Hey, Kirstin?" She hummed quietly looking up from making Captain America fight Barbie, "Come here for a minute." She quietly got up, setting her toys on Baby and walking the short distance from where she was sitting to the wall next to the check-in.

"Uncle De?" She questions as he crouches down to her level.

"How are you doing, Kiddo?"

"You've been with me all Day Uncle De. I'm not hurt, you would know."

"I meant, with the whole traveling thing? You okay with moving so much?"

"I mean, yeah, it's fun! I get to see new places all the time, move all over, watch Scooby Doo at almost anytime I want.. I even get to meet new friends everywhere we go! How can someone not like this?" He smiles slightly. Leave it to a six-year-old to totally blow his mind. All of them hated moving around so much and she thought it was fun.

"Really? You like it?" She nods eagerly, a smile on her face. He smiles as she does ruffling her long hair before standing back to his full height, "Alright then, my little Wanderess, go grab your toys, I think Uncle Sammy just booked our rooms."

Kirstin's P.O.V.- Present Day

I slide my blade into place, shifting forward to pull the gun I had taken, out of my waistband. I stare at it, moving the light colored gun in my hands.

Dean's gun. The last thing of his that I own. I load it, tucking it into a spot on the utility belt, instead of the waistband of my suit. I then proceed to make sure all of my weapons are in place, where they should be, ready for use.

"Okay, so you three plan on being the front line?" Steve questions as we move toward the hatch. I nod, double checking my weapons again and making sure my mask was in place. The black and white theme of my suit was a stark contrast to everybody else's costumes, who either had a solid color or a very vibrantly designed costume. It's fitting, in a way, for my costume to be split into polar opposite colors; just like being a Nephilim, really. You're a weak human and a powerful Arcangel, all jam-packed into a tiny package. Well, I'm tiny, I don't know if there are other tiny Nephilim out there; Jack is only a few inches taller than me, and nowhere near as tiny looking, "No way. I'm not letting you go out there alone."

"Suck it up and throw your freaking morals to the wind, this is happening." I snap, glaring at the man I had considered an uncle. Hell, since Tony and he have been slowly (Very slowly) mending fences, it's like I'm being reintroduced to a stranger. Until he opens his mouth and pulls this shit.

"Tony would kill me before my morals got the chance to, Kirstin. You aren't doing-"

"Alright, let's get a move on! We're burning daylight, Morons. Pixie, Blonde, Redhead let's go." Rocket speaks, moving quickly toward the hatch, shoving past Steve and me when we were apparently in his way. I gotta admit, I like his attitude, even if he is a talking raccoon.