Meeting the Winchesters (Continued)

I gasped for air when I woke up. I wasn't dead. I was in a dark room, my only source of light was from the window behind me. There was a door in front of me. I was tied to a chair of some type; my wrists were tied behind my back and my legs were tied to the chair. I tried to move and see if the ropes were loosened, but the ropes were tight. I panicked and moved even more. The unbreakable ropes dug into my skin. A piece of my hair fell in front of my face. I yelled in frustration. This never happened to me. I felt defeated.

"She's awake," The voice came from behind me, and startled me. I jumped and tried to look behind me, but I couldn't see who was behind me. I coughed and sneezed, dust was all over the place like no one has been here in a long time.

"Who's there?" I sat still waiting for him to come around. I looked around me at the floor, ceiling, everywhere I could see. Even in my peripheral vision. The floor had a grey carpet. The same type of material I had in my room. I looked up at the ceiling, there was a demon trap. I saw that it was drawn out of spray paint. I wasn't a demon. I knew that for a fact. "I'm not a demon. You can prove it; splash holy water on me. Do whatever you want to me to prove I'm not a demon." I heard footsteps come from behind me. They echoed throughout the room, the steps got louder and intensified. They stopped. My chair turned suddenly, I yelped. I came face to face with a not-so-familiar person.

"I'm Derek Winchester, you know the one that you body slammed on the floor," he smiled with his manly charm; he was flat out handsome. He had beautiful green eyes, and one of those wild haircuts that would catch all the ladies attention. He had perfect cheekbones and beautiful eyes.

"I'm Tamara. Tamara Marshall, I would shake your hand but I'm tied to a chair," I said smiling and laughing. I tried to act flirty and to try to trick him into getting me out of the ropes but, It didn't work.

"I'm sorry miss but that stuff doesn't work on me. I also have to check something," He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a canister with a cross on in. "This is holy water, I just need to check if you are a demon."

"Fine, but like I told you before I'm not a demon," A little water won't hurt me. He splashed the water on my face. I flinched, it was cold but felt refreshing at the same time. My skin didn't burn like the other demons. I was normal or at least I thought I was. I heard the door open and close behind me.

"Here's Shawn and Jack," he stood up and walked behind me. I heard some talking but it wasn't clear. Jack walked in front of me and looked at me. The same way dad looked at me. His eyes glowed a bright orange, I felt power course through my body again this time going to my eyes.

"You're eyes are very beautiful. Do you want to see?" I nodded. He smiled and placed his soft hands on the side of my head. Soon, I could see what he was seeing through his eyes. Veins of orange came from his hands. My eyes were glowing a bright blue, and changed to a green. It varied between those two colors. He was right, they were beautiful.

"How did you do that?" I asked in amazement. What I just experienced was unbelievable. I laughed.

"I practiced. Took many tries to perfect it. I can teach you to do the many things we entities can do," I was a cosmic entity. My smile faded and I was worried.

"What are we?" I asked. He walked behind me and untied the ropes from my wrists.

"If I untie you will you not beat us up? I don't want to put you to sleep again."

"I promise," I laughed at his small joke. When he was done I placed my hands in my lap and rubbed my wrists. "Back to the question, what are we?"

"We are Nephillims. Half human and half archangel," He looked at me with his crisp blue eyes. "We are the strongest cosmic beings there are in existence."

"So my dad is not my biological father, and my father is one of the seven archangels?"

"Yeah, you could put it that way,"

"So who is my mom and dad?"

"That's the thing. We don't know," I looked at my hands and saw the marks they left. My eyes started tearing up. I had no mom or dad and I've been calling a monster my father. I was disappointed in myself. I was a soldier and was blind enough not to see it. I didn't look like him at all, I didn't have his accent, there were many differences between us. Dad never had a wife. I was adopted. I could've had a better life. "What's wrong?" He took my hands and placed them in his.

"Oh nothing," I wiped away my tears