Authors Note: Well this little monster was started from a random thought I had while camping. Oddly enough it's bugged me enough to make me want to write it. So anyways, this is the prologue and yes, oh my only one mention of the Winchester? What's this!

Pre warning now, this story is half-slash and half- hetero and it will be stated later on as to how the hell that is possible.

Now onto the story. Rate and comment if you want.

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Prologue

Who was she?

Breath. Her brain screamed the command as her lungs sucked in fresh air, hands pulling and nails digging in. She needed to breath, her chest heaving as it was compressed, her body slowly lifting from the hole. Her grave. She coughed, dirt falling from her dry mouth, hands clenching. The muscles in the females body tightening and then releasing, pinching under her skin. She was alive, she was breath, her body was a mass, not just a figment. She was a she.

Where was she?

She stood on weak legs, like a new-born foal standing for the first time. She was cold, this place was cold. The earth that covered her body was her only source of cover from the cool wind. It was such a new feeling to be cold. It was a shock to everything inside her. She took a step forward and nearly fell right over. Balance, what was balance? For some reason she knew what the word was, but not what it meant. She knew what a lot of words were, but the meanings were foreign. She took another step forward and then another and she was walking now, perfectly, you could barely see the previous feebleness she had in her steps previous. Now where was she, who was she and why was she here?

Where was she?

North Dakota...

She blinked, glancing around. "W-who...?" Her voice cracked, talking was an all new ability.

Devils Lake...

The female turned, looking at the forest around her before blinking. "L-lake? " Lake, she saw no lake? The female shook her head, moving forward before stopping abruptly. Memories flooded her mind and the female fell back onto the cold ground, palms pressed to her eyes. Two lives collided within her head; the force each stem of memories was pushing out would have knocked a normal person to unconsciousness. The female was not a normal person.

She had a job to do. A mission from god, a mission for redemption.

Find the Winchesters, Jeremiel.

Find them and ascend them.

For we will ascend you as well.