Another Nephilim

Chapter 1: Lost and Found - part 1

Okay, I don't see the point in repeating it in every chapter as some people do, so I'll say it one last time. I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL. Which is kinda obvious, since I'm publishing on the page called fanfiction.net, but shhh.

Dumah was in personal heaven of Jessica Sullivan, seven years old girl. The angel wasn't sure how did she die - in this age this couldn't be really natural - but Dumah never asked. Souls were usually unaware of their fate, so angel felt no need to disturb her. All that mattered was the fact that at such a young age, girl's paradise wasn't a complicated place. Sometimes she was playing with her parents, sometimes with friends, and sometimes she just rested in the garden in front of her home.

Dumah loved to come here. It was so calm, pure, innocent. When this place was empty, the angel was comming here to relax, but when Jess was around, they were talking. The girl didn't feel disturbed by a stranger in her garden, there wasn't such a thing as fear in heaven. Her trust, simplicity were very refreshing for the angel. Dumah really needed that, she had tremendous responsibility on her shoulders. After Joshua's death, the others apparently for some reason decided, that she was a fit for a leader. She wasn't. She wasn't like the archangels, Naomi, Bartholomew, Malachai or any of countless others, which were fighting and died in the pursuit of power. But there wasn't anyone better left.

Actually, including her there was only 15 angels left in heaven. Soon, God's creation would run out of power, and then billions of innocent souls like Jessica would have been pulled out of their havens and would have fallen to earth. There was only one way to save them. They needed more angels. But since God left them again, she had to improvise. Nephilim, which so far was hidden, now was born. Though the power still instinctively protected him from anyone who wanted to track him, his birth generated a huge power, comparable to a nuclear bomb.

"We're heading our destination." One of her brothers, Conrad spoke on an angel radio. Dumah knew, that sending three angels on the nephilim hunt was risky, but it was their only shot.

"Good. He's young and inexperienced, so with a little luck you can overpower him with the angel radio. Be careful brother." She said excitedly. The fate of them and all of heaven depended on the success of this mission.

"Are you sad Dumah?" The beautiful blond-haired girl looked at the angel with her shiny eyes.

"No, everything is fine." The angel smiled to her warm, and stroked her head. They must have succeeded. For the sake of this girl and countless others.

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Two nephilims were walking toward the street. They didn't know much about the world yet, but their mother was talking to them, telling stories. Every road was leading somewhere. So as this one - it led them to tiny building, decorated with many strange, colorful signs. In front of the building, there was human-like figure in colorful clothes with a blindfolded eye. Kids stopped before it, not sure what was the use of this.

"We're not open yet." Suddenly a voice came out of the statue. The girl looked at her brother in surprise. Was it alive? None of them could feel a live energy from this thing.

"Father." The boy spoke immediately. He hoped at least this thing could've help them find their parent.

"Are you deaf or s... What the...?" Voice froze, totally surprised. "Clark, you should call your mom." He added.

"Father." Girl repeated after her brother, but the voice didn't come again. Nephilims looked at each other, not sure what to do next.

"We are... waiting?" Female nephilim asked, and the other one tilted his head. It's not like he had some better idea. Entering the small building in front of them didn't seem ok; Mom said that people defend their homes very much and the last thing they needed was for someone to shoot at them again. Instinctively, Jack rubbed the place where he had recently been wounded. It wasn't pleasent.