Being a nephilim was rough. Sure, you had the powers of an angel and demon, but most hunters tended to focus on the demon part of you. You were sure that’s what was happening now, so you ran and hid in a warehouse while the Winchester brothers and an angel looked for you. Dean spoke up first, holding a shotgun.

“Damnit! Where the hell is it?!”

“Maybe it ran off?”

“No, that’s no possible Sam. I still sense it’s presence here.”