Alexandria Winchester a Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter Seven - I'm An Archangel You Ass

Alex POV

"An Archangel? Are you joking?" Dean hissed.

"Does it look like I'm joking? You literally just saw my wings." I rolled my eyes. Dean was not being very smart. Well, he did just find out his daughter's an Archangel.

"She's not an ordinary Archangel, Dean." Cas said, pulling Dean to the side. "Do you know what kind of being can contain as much power as needed for that spell? Michael attempted it and almost died."

"What are you saying?" Dean asked, pulling Cas by the collar of his trench coat.

"She's more powerful than Michael." Cas said. Dean released his collar.

"So, she's got some angel mojo? This is permanent?" He said.

"Archangel." I corrected. Both Dean and Cas glared at me. I put my hands up. "I'll be leaving now."

"No, you won-" I flew out. Flying, which was obviously new, was awesome. It only lasted for a little bit, but it was fun.

I appeared in the street outside of the motel. Dakota was still tied to a pole out here, because I sensed the demons. I undid her leash. Her tail was inbetween her legs and she whimpered, backing up.

"It's okay, Dakota, it's me." I smiled, my hand out in front of me. She just whimpered and turned her back. I didn't know Dakota would hate me.

I took to the skies again and I appeared at my house in Tampa. I knocked on the front door. My mom answered it.

"Alex..." Her smile dropped. "Where have you been?" She got that angry mom look.

"I've been with dad." I told her.

"Dad? Who's your dad?" She hissed. "Your dad that abandoned me? When he ditched me and I got pregnant?"

"Mom, it was his lifestyle. He has a life that he can't stay. He's a hunter." I tried explaining.

"I knew it. I knew he sounded like the type. Dammit, you've been hunting with him, haven't you?" She asked.

"Yes, but there's something else about me that you should know, mom." I said. "Wait, how do you know what a hunter is?"

"Because I'm the thing they hunt. Now what is it that I should know?" She replied.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what was that? You're the thing they hunt? What does that mean?" I questioned.

"I'm a skinwalker, and so are you."

"No, I'm not, not anymore. I was a skinwalker-hunter hybrid. Now? I'm an Archangel." I told her.

"I know, I can see your wings, Alex." Mom said.

"You never really called him, did you?" I asked.

"No. Why would I? Why would I put myself in danger again?" She asked.

"I went through life without a father!" I growled, I could feel my grace writhing through me, making my deep green eyes a bright blue, radiating light.

"It was best for you. The other skinwalkers wanted you dead!" Allana hissed at me.

"So it was best for me to grow up without a father? And all this time I thought it was his fault?" I hissed in her face, totally spitting, unintentionally, of course. "So I thought he was the bad guy? How dare you think that that was what's good for me? Shouldn't I decide that, you abomination?" She was shocked at that last word.

"I'm not an abomination." She shook her head, eyes tearing up.

"Yes, you are. I was one too. You made me into one of you! You put me in a world without thinking about my feelings in the future, so you could save your 'pack' after Dean hunted you. He just didn't know you were one. You knew what I would become, and I died for it. I died, and almost went to Purgatory. I didn't deserve it. Not at all. You deserve to be in Purgatory, you monster."

"Shut up. Just shut up!" She growled. She had her hair curled, a lot of make-up on, and her bartender outfit on.

"You're breeding again." I laughed. "Looking for another asshole who will take your bait,"

"Who do you think you are?" She hissed in my face.

"I'm an archangel, you ass, I am Heaven's most deadly weapon. I am more powerful than the great archangel Michael." I said.

I looked behind me as a black '67 Chevy Impala pulled up behind us. Dad was smart, tracking my phone.

"Dean..." Allana said through a short puff of breath. "Why did you bring him here?" She hissed at me. I now saw a different side of her. She wasn't my mother, not anymore. Dean had his gun, ready to shoot.

"Dean, no." I said, holding up my hand. Dean frowned. He put the gun in his coat. He shoved past me, shoving Allana on the wall.

"You. You're a freaking skinwalker?" Dean hissed.

"Oh, yeah. I sure tricked you though, didn't I? Reproduction is everything for my pack." Allana replied, tilting her head.

"I should really put a bullet through your brain, shouldn't I?" Dean said, pulling his gun out to her head. She laughed.

"You wouldn't. I'm important to Alex, now, step. Aside." She hissed in his ear.

Kill her, Alex. Do it now, she's a threat to you. As long as she's still alive you'll never become human again. Kill her. A voice whispered in my head. I tried to fight it, and my anger wasn't helping. I wanted to kill her. I really did. The question was, was that an order from God or one of his pathetic slaves? Lower angels work for God, I work for myself. God too, sometimes. I punish people-monsters-who are killing. I must kill her.

But she's my mother... I thought.

Not anymore. You have no mother. Your father is God. You serve God The voice said.

No, I do not! I serve myself,I thought.

You serve God.

"I serve God..." I said quietly. Cas's eyes widened. He had heard me. He should stop me. Cas please help. I wanted him to help so bad, but I couldn't tell him, as if my powers only worked to kill.

"Do as she says, Dean." I said, I looked at him, he frowned, then slightly nodded, letting her go. Allana was happy I could tell. She thought I was going to save her. Was I or was I going to kill her? I didn't know, I had lost control of my body. Someone else was controlling me-all of me. I was awake, but I had no control.

I walked back in front of her. I pushed her back against the wall.

"Don't think I'm letting you go, bitch." I whispered in her ear. Then the fear struck her again. I looked at her, smiling. Now I knew what was going to happen to her. To my mother. She is not your mother! The voice hissed. "You're no longer my mother, you abomination." I replied. her eyes widened.

"What are you talking about, Alex? Don't be irrational..." She laughed.

"Shut up, you bitch!" I growled. No, I don't want to! You can't make me! I told the voice. God is your father. She is not your mother, not anymore. The voice back talked.

"Your time is over." I yelled.

I placed my hand on her head.