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My name is Mariel Winchester. My parents are the angel of Thursday Castiel and Dean Winchester. I am chronologically eight months old. I am physically 16. I stand at five feet and four inches. I weigh exactly 102 pounds, and I refuse to be eaten by leviathans in a month.
“She looks delicious now, why can’t we eat her now?” One of the guards of their young prisoner’s door growled. “I don’t understand what a difference a month will make.”
“I can hear you.” Mariel growled from where she was sprawled out on the floor. “If you’re going to talk about eating me at least be quiet about it, you stupid aquarium rejects.”
“You be quiet brat!” The monster shouted indignantly. “No one likes it when you talk kid.”
“Untold millennia and you’d think that you would have better insults!” The young woman laughed lightly as the leviathan growled about how much it hated her young guts. “I’m not even a year old yet.”
“Just shut up!” The ancient beast mumbled, “At least I’m an adult.”
“Keep telling me to be quiet and I’ll start singing again.” Mariel grinned, she could almost hear the monster cringing from the hallway. “You know how much I love to sing.”
Three…Two…One… CRASH
“And good morning to you, what an ugly face you are wearing today~!” Mariel smiled as the leviathan as it bore down on her. “Ah still smell like rotting drift, you should really invest in some mouth wash.”
“I should eat you.” The monster’s angry shark teeth freed themselves from their usual confines.
“I hope you realize the big dick himself, will have you for lunch or bibbed if you do.” The kick in the forehead had been something Mariel had expected, but what she had not expected was the world to suddenly start fading into black.
Dreams had always, been a source of despair for the young hybrid. The vast of majority of them always had been and probably always would be nightmares, some of those nightmares were about being devoured by a hungry leviathan, others were what she had sensed in the moments of the laboratory just after her creation, and others were standing in the middle of a field full of motionless bodies with charred grass in the shaped like wings all too aware of the fact she was going to be next.
The garden Mariel sitting in now seemed far too beautiful to be one of her dreams. “Well you came early than I expected.”
“Am I dead?” Mariel sighed as she placed her hands behind her head. “Did those fish eat me before I was ripe.”
“No,” The soft voice whispered again, “You are just dreaming, I thought it would be a good idea to set this dream in the place where your father and uncle saw me.”
“Still drawing a blank here.” The psychical teenager rubbed the sides of her head softly, “You’re acting like I’ve met my dads.”
“Yes one would forget just how young you are by looking at you.” The warm chuckle felt soothing to the young one. “I am the angel, Joshua.”
“Angel…Like my dad?”
“You’re father, Castiel is my youngest brother.” Joshua ran a hand over her forehead, “Your wings are very similar to his.”
“I have wings?” The angel pulled his niece into a sitting position as incredulity spread over her face. “Of course I would have wings.”
“Whether you will be able to use them is up to you of course.” Joshua chuckled, “I hope you know where you happen to be going little one.”
“I don’t give a crap where I go.” Mariel rolled her shoulder softly, “Anywhere away from sea monsters that want to kill me and eat me.”
“Nonsense,” Joshua patted her head softly making the garden begin fade into a thousand different colours and directions. “You know they’d eat you alive.”
“That’s so damn comforting.” The hybrid’s world began spinning faster, “Why are you helping me now, I’ve been waiting for my entire life!”
“My father, your grandfather didn’t want you coming to anyone’s attention until the time was right.” The word’s barely reached Mariel’s ears in the whirlwind, “When the time comes you’ll know what to do.”
“Wait how am I even supposed fly?!”
My name is Mariel Winchester. My parents are the angel of Thursday Castiel and Dean Winchester. I am chronologically eight months old. I am physically 16. I stand at five feet and four inches. I weigh exactly 102 pounds. I am going to save myself from becoming fish food, as soon as I get back to earth because now is the right fucking time.
“So what?”
“I deserved to die. Now, I can't possibly fix it... So why did I even walk out of that river?”
“Maybe to fix it.”