Chapter 2: Imbalance | (I'll think of a title someday)
A/N: this is fun to write, idk if anyone will like it but this is my oc. Lmao.
A flap of wings and world turned around her. It was a little blurry as the room came to view. She looked around at the yellow lit hall. The room was huge and only had more corridors on every wall. Her dog sat as he trued to adjust. There were two men sitting at around the table before her. The long haired man starring at her with his eyebrows raised while the other drew his gun and pointed it at her chest. Her dog growled at the weapon. "Woah, woah, Dean put the gun down. She's with me." Castiel said, standing in front of her. Dean hesitatedly put his gun back in his jeans and looked at her, sitting back down but never dropping his guard. "I'm Amani." She pointed at the dog. "And thats Damon." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "So we're babysitters and dogsitters now." Amani looked at him, annoyed. Sam cleared his throat in the silence. "I'm Sam Winchester and that my brother Dean." He pointed toward his brother. She smiled and put her hand on her hip. "Oh shit the Winchesters." Dean raised his eybrows. "What's with the dog?" He laughed, unintimidated. "Well think of him as my partner in crime." They looked confused and she smiled at Damon. "Well why are you here?" Sam asked. "I don't really know.." She looked at Castiel. "Our friend Jack has lost his powers and it's making it difficult for him to adjust to reality." Castiel sighed. "Well where's Jack?" Just then he walked into the room as if he was healthy. He looked at her and smiled. She felt her eyes get glossy as she seemed to black out for a moment, the same happened to him. When they both stumbled a bit, Dean stared them both down. "What the hell was that?" Dean looked more confused then concerned. "I-I don't know." Jack sputtered. "Nothing." She deadpanned and straightened her jacket. "So-" she looked at Jack again and her eyes widened in terror. She mumbled words of confusion and fear under her breath as she backed away from Jack. Her dog started growling at Dean and Jack as he moved with her. "What?" They all seemed to ask frantically. "You- you are one the biggest imbalances in the universe! A nephilim! No wait- satan's nephilim! What a clusterfuck. Why would you want him to have his powers? He'll kill us all!" Her fear seemed to bubble into anger as she drew her gun and pointed to at Jack. They called her name but it felt distant. "You know that gun won't do anything." Castiel said in a comforting voice. "He can't be alive!" She screamed, tears picking her eyes. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "He's an imbalance." She explained, never lowering her arm or taking her eyes of the nephilim. "Hey, put the gun down and we can talk." Sam put his hands on the gun to take it gently. A tear fell down her cheek while she still held on to the gun tightly. Her shaky hands let it fall into his hands. She took a few steps back away from all of them. All she saw was the glowing around them and the voices in her head screaming. Sam left into another room while the other three just watched her shake. Jack was concerned, not scared. That made her unreasonably angry. He didn't know what she could do. He didn't know the bullets in that gun actually could have killed him. He was naive and confident. Sam came back with cup of water which she was hesitant to drink. "You got any beer?" She deadpanned. "You're like 15." Dean said. "Yea about that... Sit down, this is gonna take awhile."

















