Nova Winchester, the nephilim

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Everybody is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.

Albert Einstein

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Knocking.

I hear loud knocking.

I open my eyes and sit up in the bed, getting a slit headache from the sudden movement.

Good lord, it's got to be no later than 7 in the morning, who the hell is banging on the door like this is a college frat party.

I look around, still confused from the deep sleep I was ripped from, only to see Dean still snoring and Sam at the table with papers sprawled everyone. I look at the other side of the room to find Mary in the other bed and Jack on the couch. Well, everyone's accounted for except, Cas.

I'm pulled back to reality as the banging gets even louder.

I slowly get out of bed and walk towards the door trying to think of an explanation for the heavy-hand at the door before breakfast, maybe Cas locked himself out.

I'm going to strangle him, as I make my way to the door thinking of all the ways I can kill Cas, I rip it open, ready to make him wish he was never created, "Castiel I'm going to shove my foot so far up your-"

However, my rant is cut short because instead of a gruff, trench coat wearing angel, who smells a bit like soap, I find a very tall man (and that's saying a lot since my uncle is practically a moose). Setting aside my initial shock, I take time to examine the newfound man. He's very tall, dark, and handsome, if you will.

I take no shame in drinking in his beautifully sculpted face and chiseled abs. Have I stepped into a rerun of Magic Mike? I half expect John Quiñones to jump out from behind him and tell me he's conducting a social experiment on nephilim's with predetermined soulmates to see if they'll find other people attractive. Of course I quickly debunk this theory, but not after looking around for a camera and film crew.

I wear a small smirk on my face when I ask, "Who the hell are you and why are you naked on my doorstep before breakfast?"

He shakes his head clearly oblivious to me checking him out, "No, but can you give me something to-cover up with, maybe?"

I nod, tilting my head for him to follow me inside, "Sure, if you insist."

I walk inside to see my bed, which former carried a snoring Dean, was now vacant. Hm, interesting.

Thunk.

I turn around to see Dean standing over the naked man's unconscious body, well that's not something you see everyday.

"What the hell, Dean?" I yell, half amused and half concerned that the poor bloke is gonna have one hell of a concussion when he wakes up.

"What the hell me? No. What the hell you! He could've been trying to kill you, and you just let him waltz right in!" He yells back matching my volume, face red from adrenaline.

"Hey what's with all the yelling so early in the morning?" A very groggy Sam asks, wiping the sleep from his eyes and the drool from his mouth. I roll my eyes in response, men.

"Nova is trying to kill us."

"Dean is being an asshole."

We say in unison, glaring at each other.

"It's not even noon yet," Mary moans into her pillow.