Requested by: FlameofPhoenix06

Imagine: Being a Nephilim who Team Free Will takes under their wing.

It was an accident. It was an all an accident. You didn't mean for any of it to happen. But you couldn't help it. You never meant for this to happen but it did.

Your powers came about a year ago, and you had no idea how to use them, or how to control them. You had thought you had gotten them under control, but apparently you hadn't.

It started with just the power to read people's minds. But then, you were able to move things just by thinking it. You loved your powers but you knew that it was both a blessing and a curse.

One day, you came home after a great day of school to find your mother kissing another man. Your father had died a few months ago, and you were still trying to heal from it, so you were more than mad.

She quickly got off the man, and he left as she began to explain herself. But, you stopped her. You didn't want to hear anything about her reasons as to why she did what she did.

Instead, you changed the subject. "I have a date tonight that I have to get ready for," you told her. "With who?" she questioned but you refused to tell her knowing she wouldn't approve. After all, he was the boy at school with the worst reputation.

"Unless you tell me who, you aren't going," she said. You sighed as you softly muttered her name, watching her face twist into anger. "You are not going anywhere with that boy. I have heard far too many bad things about him," she stated.

"Mom they are just rumors," you tried to defend him both of you getting angrier by the second. "No, Y/N, they aren't, and I refuse to let my daughter date such a horrible person," she replied.

"You don't even know him!" you yelled back. "Yeah, well, you're not going to get the chance to either," she snapped.

Beginning to get infuriated, you said, "So what you can be a slut with some random guy, but I can't?" You knew you shouldn't have said it, but you're emotions were amplified and out of control. They have been ever since you first got your powers.

"I might be a slut, but at least I'm not stupid," she seethed. That's when you lost control. You went into a blind rage, and the next thing you knew, your mother was thrown up into the ceiling fan she had made the mistake of turning on earlier.

5 minutes later, you returned back to normal, to see your mother bloody and dead on the ground. Guilt and sorrow hit you like a train as you sobbed over her body. You called the police and told them that she had been standing on a chair cleaning when she slipped.

They believed you after seeing how hard you were taking her death. They left with her body, and a couple of days later you had her funeral. You went back home and you were about to sleep when there was a knock at your door.

You groaned and walked over to the door, and opened it up to reveal 2 men. One, tall with long brown hair and hazel eyes. The other slightly shorter, but still taller than you with short hair and green eyes.

"Hello?" you asked, seeing them at the door. "Hi, I'm Agent Steven, and this my partner Agent Tyler, we're with the FBI," the shorter one said.

"We just have a couple of questions," the tall one added. You looked between the both of them, and said, "I will answer all of your questions, but first I want you to tell me your real names."

They both looked at each other, shock written over their face as you said, "Those badge designs are 3 years old, I have an aunt who's an FBI, she's shown me what the new ones look like. Not to mention the fact that you chose to make your fake names Steven Tyler, the lead singer of Aerosmith ."

The tall one let out a sigh before saying, "My name is Sam Winchester, that's my brother Dean." You nodded your head before letting them through the door. You all sat down in your living room."

"So, the report says that you witnessed your mother's death, correct?" the one named Sam asked. You nodded your head slowly. "How did she die again?" Dean questioned.

"She was standing on a chair, cleaning, when she slipped. The ceiling fan was on, she hit head on it," you lied. "What was she cleaning?" Dean asked.

No one had asked that before. You had to think of an answer, fast. But the thing is there was nothing around the fan that your mom would need a chair to clean. So instead you replied, "I don't know, I came in the room just in time to see her fall."

'She's lying' you heard him say although his lips were closed. "You think I'm lying?" you asked him. 'Yes' he really responded though he lied the word no.

"Okay then Dean, why do you think I'm lying?" you questioned. He leaned forward and said, "I saw your mother's body, Y/N, the way that wound was, something had to force her into that fan. If she had fallen there would at the most be a cut on her head that may need stitches. It wouldn't be enough to kill her."

"What are you implying?" you asked. "Why did you kill your mother?" Dean snapped back.  "Dean," Sam stated sharply causing his brother to look at him.

You let a tear slide down your cheek as you said, "I didn't mean to. It was an accident, I swear." Both of the brothers looked at you as Sam told you, "It's okay, Y/N, just tell us what happened."

"A few years ago, out of nowhere, I started developing these abilities. At first, it was just the ability to read minds, but then as time continued on, I was able to move things with my mind. Well, anyways, my mom and I got in a huge fight, and I thought I had my powers under control but apparently, I didn't. She said something that sent me into a blind rage. The next thing I knew she was thrown into the ceiling fan," you explained.

"How did you get these abilities?" Sam questioned. "I don't know I swear," you replied. "Give us a moment," Dean stated, dragging Sam into another room.

"What do you think?" Sam asked. "I don't know," Dean replied honestly. There was moment of silence between the two of them, when suddenly Castiel appeared out of nowhere. "Sam. Dean," he said, his own way of greeting them.

"Cas? Why are you here?" Dean asked. "Because of the girl in there," Cas replied pointing to the room you were in. "What is she? Sam asked.

"A nephilim, half angel, half human. Her father was an angel named Azrael. She is very powerful," Cas explained. "Well what do you want to do with her?" Dean asked.

"We can't kill her. Her death could cause mass destruction for any town within the same state as her," Cas replied.

"So what do we do?" Sam questioned. "We take her with us. She is an orphaned girl who needs to learn how to control her powers before she hurts someone else. I can help her," Cas replied.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. Cas replied with a simple nod of his head before going into the room you were waiting in.

You stood up when the man in the trench coat came in. "Who are you?" you asked. "I'm Castiel, " he replied. "Okay, Castiel...how did you get in my house?" you asked. "I flew in," he replied with a small smile. You looked at Dean and Sam who was standing behind the man, asking them with your eyes if he was serious.

"I'm an angel of the lord," Castiel said, "and so was your father." "What are you talking about? My father was a man named Azrael," you replied. "Azrael was an angel before he fell so that he could raise you," Cas explained.

"Prove it," you stated. Cas walked up to you and placed to fingers on your forehead. All of a sudden images of your father glowing bright white flooded your head. A few moments later, Cas removed his fingers leaving you speechless as you slowly opened your eyes.

"What am I?" you couldn't help but ask. "You're what they call a nephilim. You have unbelievable powers. You need to come with us so I can teach you how to use them," Cas responded.

"Come with you. You're strangers. I don't even know you. No thanks," you replied.

"Y/N, right now your powers are unstable. It's only a matter of time before you hurt someone else. I know that you can't trust us right now, but at least believe us," Dean told you, trying to convince you.

You looked between the three men. Each of them so strong but yet so gentle. You knew they would be good to you. You thought about how you would feel if you accidentally killed another one of your family members. Or if you were in a relationship and accidentally killed the person.

That couldn't happen. You let out a sigh as you said, "Fine, I will go with you, but under one condition."

"What is it?" Sam asked. "No lies. If you want me to trust you, give me a reason to. The first time you lie to me, we're done okay?" you told them.

They all nodded their heads. You went upstairs and started packing your things. 45 minutes later you were in a 1967 Black Chevy Impala, driving to Lebanon, Kansas where you would be starting a new life with three people who would always protect you and love you. With three people who would always be there for you, and never leave you. With three people who would become your family.

Hello my little monsters,

I hope you all liked this one. Thank you all for reading and for all of your votes and comments. I love you all and all of you are amazing!

Always Keep Fighting!

~Caela~