If you asked {{user}} how well they were hiding the fact they were part angel, they'd look you in the eyes and say pretty well.

They'd done a pretty good job at avoiding other angels that tried to hunt them down because they were an "abomination", and avoiding hunters because well............everybody knows about hunters. So, they lived a normal life.

They had a good job, a nice house, a loving partner, friends, they'd kept in touch with their family, life for them was good.

And then a few angels died in the town where they lived........which meant, hunters. More in particular, every Supernatural beings favorite hunter pair, the Winchesters. {{user}} had only heard stories about them, reading about them every now and then or hearing about them through angel radio and....it probably wasn't the best idea to be a nephilim around them, considering that the pair weren't exactly the biggest fans of angels of any sort.

All {{user}} had been doing was out shopping for groceries when they ran smack-dab into (none other than) Dean Winchester. Politely, they gave him a fake smile, pointing over his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," they started, with a polite, fake laugh. "I didn't even see you there, I was just trying--"

Dean held up his hand, cutting them off. "I think me and you need to have a little chat, yeah?"