What Is and what should Never Be

Chapter 1

Jupiter's pov

Sixth grade, a nightmare for any kid. But for me, absolute Hell. I was half Angel and half Demon. I could blow up the state of Texas with a bit more than a thought. This wasn't my choice, my dad was possessed by a demon when he knocked up my mom who was possessed by a angel. I didn't know the full story except that and he hunted things like me so I was to never show my powers to anyone. I did know his name though, Sam Winchester. I had his last name but that was it. I didn't know what demon possessed him, but I knew what angel possessed my mom.

Anael.

Bitch. 

I had to hide my powers so no one would suspect the five-six kid with black hair and green eyes was anything other than human. 

It was the first day back from Christmas break and I've been at this school for a bit over two months. I was in St. Paul, Minnesota and I was being driven in her car. Just a pain ol' black 2000 Ram Durango that was pretty beat up. My mom, well foster mom, was okay nice. She didn't beat me if I did something wrong dropped me of in the front of a massive middle school. I didn't have any friends but no body picked on me. I stepped out of the car and plugged in headphones into my Ipod, I didn't have a phone but what ever works for music and could call people. I clicked the song, Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones. 

I continued my regular day, thinking about my past. My mom died in child birth because she couldn't survive birthing one of the most powerful beings that fell right under God himself. More powerful than a Archangel but not as powerful as God. That's where I stood.

My first foster parents was a witch. She told me about whats out there. She taught me for years how to conceal my powers. She was killed by hunters when I was nine. Two years ago, it still felt like it was yesterday. I've been bouncing from house to house. Sure I had a bed but they would never be my home. My home was torn away from me when Thea was killed, she was everything to me, she raised me helped me survive. Told me about the dangers of my father and help me keep tabs on him. Any time a strange death that would probably be a vampire or werewolf case and two FBI agents came in and handled it would most likely be my father and uncle.

If I got anything by were I was living I would lay very low until either the hunter or hunted would be killed. And unlike other kids my age I don't mind death, I've killed people. When my demon side slips. 

It was a accident that cost people lives. I can't get close to blood, or I get murderous. My demon side comes out to play. That's what led to the seven people dying. My demon side wanted to have fun. 

But that's only one half of me. The other half, the angel half, I could heal any injury with two fingers. I might have forgotten to mention that I have wings. Well, kinda. They were tattoo's at first, they showed up when I was six and they went from wrist to wrist and down to the bottom of my spine and crawled around onto my torso. Any time I get angry or scared, or if I force them out the tattoos are gone and then my wings are out. They span around ten feet and grow along with me. But, the tattoo's they are black feathers that could come to life right off my skin, and well, they do. The black wings. 

My day went by uneventfully. Well that was during the day. I had to walk to my foster home that was about ten blocks away from my school. I would get dropped off in the morning because it was far to cold for me to walk. It was about twenty-ish degrees and I was in a jean jacket with a thermal that went down to my wrists to cover up my tat's. I had a baseball cap on and was looking down at the road to make sure I didn't slip. I was in downtown St. Paul, I couldn't die of the cold, Thea didn't what could kill me and I didn't really want to find out but the could surely wouldn't. 

 I was walking past a alley way when a scream emerged from it. It was only four-thirty but it was already pretty dark. I ran into the alley having my instincts kick in but once I was twenty feet in or so I saw a figure hunched over a body. Young woman, twenties, maybe. I knew what it was the moment I saw it, werewolf. I was in the shadows and so was it but the demon side let me see very well in the dark. And that didn't affect me at all.