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Summary: Takes place after Episode 513, 'The Song Remains the Same'. Michael had a feeling that Dean would remain stubborn and refuse to give over his body to be his vessel, so he created a temporary body for himself and fathered a child. What will happen when the Winchesters and Cas meet the child?

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Nephilim

Chapter 1

Birth of a Warrior

It had been a month that Michael had condemned himself to remain on earth. His body was currently created by pulling loose atoms from the air and using them to cover his true form so that others would not be blinded by the sight of him. His voice was a product of the position of the atoms, and would not harm human ears.

He had been courting Emily for the past month. She had a fit body, one that would be strong enough to hold his child.

After the incident with the Winchesters returning to the past, and after the taking John Winchester as a temporary vessel, he had realized a simple truth. Dean would never say yes. Dean would never allow him to use him as a vessel. Lucifer would win and the human race would fall.

He had bided his time, watching from above as he waited for the perfect host to catch his eye. The host would carry a hybrid child, his child. Most women would have been killed by carrying an angelic child, thus killing the child in the process. It would have to be a special type of woman that could carry the child.

He first found Emily in 1987 and watched her from above until now. Dean had already been born, as had Sam. Mary Winchester had already died…now it was time for his own child to be born.

December 25, 1990

Emily Drake held her child in her arms, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead. The child was perfect, but there was never any doubt that he would be. The child was a Nephilim, the son of an angel and a human woman. Emily had been sad when Michael had left her, but she knew that he was watching over her. He had told her the truth when it was discovered that Emily was with child. She knew that Michael was determined to one day make the child's body his own…if only for a little while.

She knew why. Michael had told her everything after all.

The child had even been born on Christmas. It was as if it was a sign from above.

A cherub had been born, and she was the one that would train him for what he would have to do.

September 3, 1998

Alexander Drake watched as other children his age entered the large brick building that was the local elementary school. Alex was homeschooled while he traveled with his mother nearly constantly.

He knew what those other children did not know.

Monsters were very real.

His mother hunted them, and he was learning how to do the same. He already knew how to hold a gun and how to hit the target in the dead center, almost every time. He was learning how to fight in hand to hand combat now, and he didn't know if he would be any good at it. He hoped that he wouldn't disappoint his mother; he hoped that he would learn it just as quickly as he learned how to use a gun.

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His mother had been gone all night and he she had just gotten back to the motel, a man was carrying her. Alex looked up at him and frowned before running to where his mother was placed upon the bed.

"Mom? Are you okay? Mom?"

"She'll be fine. She got knocked out."

Alex turned to look at the man.

"Who are you? And how did you know where we are staying?"

Alex had already opened the water bottle that held holy water and splashed it on the man. His skin didn't sizzle, which meant that he was human, or at least not possessed.

"I'm John Winchester, and I looked at the room key. Take care of your mom kid. She'll need all the help she can get."

John messed up Alex's hair and left the room without saying another word.

October 31, 2005

A fourteen year old Alex looked at the demon before him before simply placing his hand on the demon's forehead, causing light to erupt from its eyes, nose, and mouth as the demon was destroyed.

Alex turned his head to look at his mother who was exorcising a demon that was stuck in a devil's trap.

This had been his life since the very beginning. He was Nephilim, the child of an angel and a human woman; if you could even call his mother human. She had never once stopped hunting. Injuries only kept her down for a short time. She would often say that none of her injuries compared to the pain of childbirth.

He smiled fondly as he watched his mother speak in Latin. She was his hero. She was his pillar of strength, his best friend, his partner in crime.

She was dying.

A few months before she had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. She had been slowly fading away before him. She didn't eat as much as she used to and it had caused her to lose a lot of weight. He knew that she didn't mind. She would be going to live with his father now, the unnamed angel that she had fallen for nearly fifteen years before.

She had just a few more lessons to teach Alex before she left, all of them dealing with how to drive the car that he would be receiving when she passed. As soon as he got his driver's silence…he knew that she would pass silently into the night and join with the angels in heaven.

May 7, 2006

Alex looked down at the tomb stone that bore his mother's name. Emily Drake. It was strange that a hunter would be felled not by monster, but by a cancer. It was ironic. It was painful.

He missed her.

Alex took a deep breath and slipped into his car before driving away into the night, into a life without his mother. He was a lone warrior now and he would do his mother and his father proud.

Present Day

Castiel was mildly confused. He had just arrived at the motel room where the brothers were staying after the fight with Anna and Uriel. He knew that he had lost consciousness, but for some reason he was in a heavenly waiting room. He turned slowly when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Michael."

The angel looked at his brother with a soft smile.

"It has been a while Castiel."

"We've never technically met before Michael."

The other angel gave an un-amused laugh. "Technicalities."

"Why am I here Michael?"

The arch angel leaned against the wall as he thought on how to explain what he needed of his brother.

"After what happened with Anna and the Winchesters, I realized that Dean would never allow me to take him as my vessel. He is far too stubborn. So, I took a mortal woman into my bed, and created a child. A vessel far more pure than Dean could ever be to me."

Understanding shone in Castiel's eyes.

"You mean you created a Nephilim. They are forbidden Michael. They have the power of angels and the hearts of men. They are dangerous."

"Emily raised him well." Castiel was shocked. Michael wasn't supposed to have feelings, and yet so much feeling was shining through his eyes when he spoke of this child, of the child's mother.

"You fell in love with a mortal."

"It was an accident, but yes. I came to love Alexander's mother. She is with me now. She died a few years ago of cancer. She trained our son as a hunter. He knows who and what he is. He just doesn't know that it's nearly time for me to take his body as my vessel."

"What makes you think that he will be any less stubborn than Dean?"

Michael tilted his head slowly to the side as he thought. He didn't truly know his son, he had only watched over him, but had not actually talked to the boy. He didn't know how his son would react to the news that it was time.

"I believe he will do what has to be done. He finds beauty in the world and will not see it destroyed. He may disagree with how many humans act, but he believes that everyone deserves a chance to live, he is part human after all and if it were not for humans he would not exist. You have to find him quickly though. If Lucifer finds out…"

"What will happen if Lucifer finds out?"

"He'll try and convince Alexander to allow him to use his body. A Nephilim is the perfect vessel for any angel, no matter how strong or weak they are. Protect my son Castiel."

Castiel scowled. "I'm not exactly strong enough at the moment."

"All of your powers will be restored if you agree."

Castiel wanted to say no, but in the end, he had no choice. If they had the boy on their side, then their victory was certain.

"I'll do it."

Well, that is chapter 1. Sorry it's not longer. I have one last thing. I didn't want to write Alexander's physical description in the story, so here it is.

Alexander is six feet tall with sky blue eyes and raven black hair. His muscles are well defined but not bulky. He tends to wear clothes that are comfortable and easy to move in. The only thing I am going to say about his car is that it is black, to help it blend in at night.