Full Name Victoria Shurley
Pronunciation Vik taw ree uh. Sh ir LEE
Nickname/Alias Vicky, Vic.
Meaning The name Victoria is a roman baby name. In latin the meaning of the name is victory.
Origin Feminine form of Victor.
Title None.
Pet Name Sometimes, her brother calls her 'vic'.
Signature Her handwriting is quite feminine and cursive-like.
Gender She is female.
Gender Role She generally acts more masculine than feminine.
Orientation She is heterosexual: relating to, or characterized by a tendency to direct sexual desire toward the opposite sex.
Real Age Several hundred years old.
Age Appearance For her age, she can sometimes look younger, from nineteen to twenty-five.
Birthday Unknown.
Status Single.
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Birthplace Lawrence, Kansas, USA.
Zodiac Sign Cancer - Deeply intuitive and sentimental, Cancer can be one of the most challenging zodiac signs to get to know. They are very emotional and sensitive, and care deeply about matters of the family and their home. Cancer is sympathetic and attached to people they keep close. Those born with their Sun in Cancer are very loyal and able to empathize with other people's pain and suffering.
Species Archangel. Formally Human
Ethnicity White
Blood Type Her blood type is O.
Preferred Hand She is right-handed.
Facial Type She has a oval-shaped face.
Eye Color Dark brown.
Hair Color Dark brown.
Build She is quite slender and slim, working out her upper body for combat.
Height 5 ft 5.
Weight 51 kg or 113 pounds.
Birthmarks/scars She has no visible birthmarks or scars.
Distinguishing Features Six giant white wings.
Allergies Her celestial traits prevent her from having allergies.
Occupation She is an warrior of god.
Education Victoria never attended school on Earth considering she was born as an celestial being. All of her knowledge of the world was taught to her by her Father, the Archangel Michael.
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Archangel Michael
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Archangel Ezeikel (Zeke)
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Dean Winchester
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John did what had to be done. It didnt matter to him it was three people are one hundred it was his child and he would do anything to get her back. And he did. And right now his boy was feeling the effects of all that moving around. Not being a young man anymore, his muscles ached. Looking at Victoria she was still passed out and injured. Before he could check on her he heard the impala pull up. Hearing his younger sons questions it was clear he was a bit upset and worried at the same time. Walking up to him he looked at him with tear-swollen eyes. “ I didnt have time to call you Sammy… there were too many and if they got alerted to more than just me.. They would have killed her or worse..” it was true he had to act fast and if had to be alone so be it.
Going to the car he opened the door to his passed-out daughter. He inspected her to make sure she wasnt more injured than before. She was still the same but it still broke his heart that she was like this. And thing was, he felt it was his fault. It seemed she may be out for a while and they had to get out of here as quickly as possible. “ Lets go back to the motel, we need to get her somewhere safe we can talk more there. “ He closed the car door, as he got into his car. No more words were exchanged. If Sam or Dean wanted to yell at him it was best they did it when they were in a building where they could be safe.
It didnt take too long before John had returned to his motel room. Parking the truck, he opened his door and quickly closed it as he opened the passenger door in the back and picked up his daughter carefully in his arms. Once he got to the door he used one hand to open the door once he unlocked it. Closing it behind him, he walked over to the spare bed he had and laid her down on it. He made sure he had all the warding up just in case. The last thing he needed was a visit from any winged rats. The only exception was Cas and maybe Gabriel.
Looking around he had to find something to clean up Victoria’s wounds. He looked in his suitcase and found a plain white shirt. It was clean and it was used for an undershirt anyway. Taking his knife, he cut it so he would have what was a rag. Getting a bowl he filled it up with lukewarm water. Bringing over a chair, he sat down and placed the bowl on the bedside table.
Placing the newly made rag in the water he let it get soaked. Lifting it up he rung it out til it was damp. Gently he started to remove the now-dried blood from her skin.
It was getting closer to the birth of their 2nd child. John and Mary were very excited. They had learned the gender of their child was going to be a little girl. For the patriarch of the family was extatic. There hadnt been a female Winchester in a long while. So when he heard the news oh he was grinning ear to ear. Sitting down with his wife they decided to go over some baby names. One of the names that John came up with was Leia. They had seen that Star Wars movie a while ago and it would be fitting for a female Winchester ot have a strong name that potyraled a woman that was strong willed and compassionate. But it didnt seem to hit right. Going through the names they came upon the name Victoria. When that name was said, the baby gave her mother a slight kick. “ Oh, I think someone likes that name. “ Mary said as she rubbed her belly.
There was one day where he was working in the nursery as Mary walked in. It was of course more pretty in colors since this was going to be for his little girl. Mary came in with little baby Dean. A hazel eyed little guy who was innocent in this world. Smiling as John painted the blue sky in the room adding some fluffy clouds. Taking a break he smiled as he looked at his wife and son. The bright eyed little baby looked at his dad reaching his little hands in the air. “ I think someone wants daddy. “ Mary said with a smile. Walking over, John picked up his son in his arms. “ Hey Dean. Hows the big guy of the house huh?” he said with a smile. “ You know soon, you are going to have a little sister. That means you are going to have to protect her you know. You are the big brother. “ he said as he knew that they would have a big happy family. Least thats what he hoped.
Then thats what it happened. Mary was in pain and was rushed to the hospital. But after everything the most awful thing happened. Mary had suffered a miscarriage. Their baby girl was lost and gone. Honestly John felt more affected than his wife. He would often sit in the nursery wondering what went wrong. He mourned her. Even thoughts he had no body to bury she still had a tombstone
Here Lies
Victoria Cassandra Winchester.
A bit after all that though he still wanst over it Mary wanted to try again. It took a lot of convincing because John didnt wish to go through that pain again. But four years later Sam was born. Though he wasnt female John loved him just the same. And well everyone knows what happened after that.
Now John snapped back at to what was happenin. These monsters were holding his daughter. By the end of this, everyone would end up dead but him and his daughter. Carefully he mapped out where everyone was. It was time to take them out. Silently but deadly. Coming up behind one person he covered their mouth and injected them with deads mans blood. Thus weaking the vampire. With one quick swipe, the head came off in a nice clean cut. The head rolled as John set his sights on the one that would meet his next attack. One after the other they fell. Coming to an office like area there was a monster sitting in a chair it was clearly a monster.
Sneaking up beind him he used a pencil that was on the destk to stab the creature through the neck. When the monster went to scream, John placed his hand over its mouth and shoved a small bomb into the others mouth taping it shut. Taking cover, it didnt take long for the bomb to explode. Blood and other matter spattering all across the room.
More bodies fell in his wake. Werewolves were aware of his presence. And they all fell the same. Stabbed with silver blades, and others were simply decapitated. Then it seemed no one else was left alive on the enemies side. Now he could look around to find his daughter. Checking all the top rooms first, it was clear they were keeping his daughter in a lower level; basement perhaps.
Getting down to thel basement he looked around. More than likely she wouldnt be in the first room upfront, that would be too obvious. Sneaking around the corner, he came to a door. It was a single door, it was metal a bit rusted but it was sturdy. Thankfully he had picked up a few sets of keys off the guards he had killed. Going through a few he found the right one. Opening the door he opened it and walked inside. Thats when he he saw a table with a body on it. Walking over, he saw it was his daughter. He saw the blood that was starting to dry under he nose. On her neck there was a mark. Most likely from a needle. For now his rage subsided as he felt sadness. He placed his fingers on her neck to see if he could find signs of life. He felt it, but it was a bit faint.
He took out the other set of keys to find the correct one to undo her shackles. After undoing them all he picked he leaned her up as he looked at her. As he gently pulled her into an embrace. He closed his eyes feeling tears welling up in his eyes. The sorrow he was feeling was something that couldnt be measured. After a few minutes, he pulled back to see she was still out. Carefully he picked her up in his arms and carried her out to his truck. Setting her inside the passenger seat, he took out a device. This device was connected to various bombs he had plaed along his travels in the warehouse. Pushing the button, it seemed like nothing was going to happen til a massive BOOM was heard. Fire erupted from the multiple explosions. The wood instantly caught fire as debris fell from the sky. If anything was left in that building it was dead now. John got into his car and looked ahead. He burned it down. And if there were more people involved in this, John wouldnt stop till all were dead.
Constantine wasnt a normal man by any means. Ever since he was young, he was able to see what angels and demons truly looked like. And most of the time, it wasnt a pretty picture. Currently, he was taking care of things as he normally did. Exorcising demons from the hosts. Right now though he was relaxing in his place. Not normally a place youd imagine he would be. Considering he always seemed to wear a suit. It was a bit run down but it wasnt the appearance of the place that made a place liveable. Drinking a glass of whiskey, his mind had drifted to a certain girl. She was a bit sassy and seemed to be upset that he took her ‘job’. Well as far as he knew, one couldnt monopolize the business of being an exorcist.
The demons were starting to be stranger, not the ones he was used to. When he did this last one, black smoke bellowed from the host’s mouth. That was rather simple compared to the ones he was used to. Half the time he wondered if he was still in his own reality. This place seemed the same, and yet so different. After he drank his beverage he took out his pack of smokes. One left. Making a slight face he took the last lone cigarette and placed it to his lips. Taking his zippo, he flicked it on so the small flame danced on the end of it. Placed it to the tip of the cigarette, it started to become heated. Taking a deep inhale, he felt the smoke enter his lungs. Holding it for a moment, he let it out. A swirl of smoke exited his mouth in a plume of smoke.
Thats when he was given a tip about some happenings in a place nearby. Finishing his smoke, he put it out in his ashtray and put on his jacket and headed out. His life seemed to be a bit one note. No one in his life, and he did his job. That was about it. A lonely existence yes but it was one he did well. Thankfully the lung cancer he had was gone, least he thought it was. Taken by Lucifer or at least his version of him. But slowly it was coming back. He did spoke about five packs a day at least.
Once he came upon the place he was told about he made sure he was ready. He had some items on his person that could be helpful if he needed it. However, he had no idea that Miss Smarty Pants was going to be here too. And that sh was having some family issues. He didnt know her whole story just that she wasnt exactly normal.
It didnt take long to get all the weapons ready to go. This was war in every sense of the word. His child was kidnapped and taken captive. Standing up, there was a look on Johns face. If looks could kill everyone in the room would be dead. His mindset was locked. Destroy those who took his daughter. Right now it was best for his boys to do as he said. He didnt want to lash out because he was in his military mode. Picking up two handguns, shot gun, extra ammo, knives you name it if he could have it on him he did. Picking up his leather coat, he walked over to Sam. It seemed they had a break in the case. Sam had found something. Hearing what he said about items being stolen made it seem that it was some kind of a cult doing this. Looking over at Sam he patted Sam's shoulder. “ Good job son. “ he did mean that.
Honestly, he didnt think of asking Micheal for help. That was the last person on this planet he would even dare to ask for help. This was his daughter, and the only one that ws getting her back was her blood family. “We will have to split up. There are only a few towns she could be they couldnt have gotten very far. If you find her.. Call me or text… we need to get her back. “ He turned to leave as he looked back at his boys. He walked up to them and hugged Dean then Sam. “ I love you boys… “ he said before he walked out the door to his truck.
John wasnt without heart, he loved his sons, but right now his only daughter. The only little girl he had. Starting his car, he wondered if maybe he was too hard on her and this entire situation. Speeding down the road, he had so many thoughts. The sort that came to you after things were said and done. “ Damn it.. “ he muttered when he recognized he had been a total ass.
Snapping out of his train of thought, he thought of the places to go through first. Warehouses and places like that were prime places for these sorts of people to hide. Like c*ckroaches, they hid in the darkness and came out to infest and conquer. Picking up his phone he texted Sam ‘Check any abandoned buildings or warehouses first. ‘ Figuring his boys would go to the ones nearest them he went to the next town over. Thats when he felt a chill run up his spine. Thats when his daughter had screamed. And though he hadnt heard it with his ears, something was giving him a feeling he was getting close.
Following his fatherly intuition, he went to where his gut told him to go. Thats when he came upon a building. The way it looked it just looked like a place where a creepy bunch of people would keep people hostage. Parking far enough away to where his car wouldnt be noticed, he gently close the door as he made sure he had everything on him. Taking out his one gun that had silver bullets he silently moved his way inside the building. Staying low he made sure he wasnt seen. Thats when he heard a sound. It sounded like a scream. His eyes narrowed. If someone was hurting his little girl those people were going to have a slow and painful death, he would see to that.
This was a dire situation. No one took his children regardless if they were on good terms or not. Things when out the window whent hat happened and John was not the one the mess with. He was angry. But not in a explosvie way. Right now he was having a silent rage. Which would make him more deadly. He was putting together his guns and weapons he was going to need for this. Though he wasnt even sure who or what he was going against. Something was wrong and whatever it was , was going to learn you dont piss off a Winchester. He had no idea she thought of him. Right now all that mattered was her safty. That not was a warning bell to him and Johns military self was kicking in.
When his sons pulled up and knocked on the door he told them to come in. HIs bed was littered with guns, knives, and other things. It was like he was going to war and in a sense he was. Not even looking up he started to give out orders. " Sam, I need you to do some research see if there have been any kidnappings lately. Or anything else odd thats been going on. Dean I need you to help me make these bullets. " Dean wasnt about to argue with his dad when he knew that tone. He knew that meant he was serious and didnt want to hear any guff He loved his sons but his onky daughter was gone and he was going to figure out who or what took her.
When John thought he was going to have a daughter back when Mary was pregenant with Victoira he was over the moon. It was so rare to have a female Winchester born. But that joy was quickly smashed as they lost her to a miscarriage. All that grief inside of him made him blind with pain. A Winchester trait it seemed. Then John worked on something else. It seemed to have something clear within it. Like liquid. What it was, in a way a supernatural bomb. He was making several with different properites. However even if the things that took his daughter were human it was still an explosive and would still kill regardless. It was war now.
Of course, he was going to be stubborn. A lot of his life wasnt all roses. His father had a secret life as a man of letters and thus made John feel abandoned. So when his adult life turned to sh*t well he wasnt surprised but he still wished things could have gone more smoothly. Since Mary died, his life and gone downhill. In some ways, he felt cursed. Like he wasn't meant to have any happiness or joy in his life. And this situation was no different. Maybe he could have been more understanding but it was so difficult when you had a smug archangel who got away with whatever he wanted. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his daughter. But even though he didnt mean to, it seemed like it still happened regardless.
Being outside felt a bit colder. Maybe it was because his clothes were soaking wet. Getting into his truck he hit the stirring wheel a few times. He was angry with himself. Michael too but himself as well. Starting his car he figured he needed to change so he would get pneumonia or something. Getting to his motel, he locked up and got a new change of clothes. Disregarding his wet ones, he took a shower just trying to think of what he could do. He can change what he did in the past even if it wasnt that long ago. His aching body felt being tossed around. He wasnt a young man any more. He wasnt Dean's age where things would heal quickly. After about an hour of taking a shower, he got out and dried off. Putting on fresh dry clothes he sat down and wrote in his journal.
After writting his entry he thought for a moment. He had to make things right. Grabbing his coat he got into his truck. As he drove he wondered how he would even start with talking to her he wasnt good with it with either of his children Sighing he needed a drink. Driving to the nearest bar he parked and walked inside. It was rather dead inside a little odd but not unheard of at this hour he supposed. He sat down as the bartender recognized him. " You're John Winchester arnt you?" he asked. John arched a brow. " Yeah... who wants to know.." he said as the bartender said there was a note for him. Taking it he started to read it. ' Dont come looking for me....' It look like the letter ended abruptly. Looking up he put the letter in his pocket. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Without getting the drink he came in for, John high-tailed it out of the bar and took out his phone and called his sons. " Sam, Dean something is wrong I think your sisters has been taken . I dont know who, I dont know why. But meet me at my hotel in ten minutes. " he hung up without allowing anyone to say anything. Whoever took his daughter was going to pay dearly.
John was always seen as the poor parent. Though he didnt know what was the real cause of Mary's death til afterwards. After everything was lost he went to a Psychic who told him all of it. That his wife was a hunter, that hunted monsters. It crushed him when he heard that she had hid this from him. If he would have known he could have done something to protect her and their boys. There was already a wound there. Losing Victoira affected John more than Mary for it was going to be the first female Winchester born in a long time. It was like having a unicorn. But it was ripped from him. And here he was the bad guy once again? He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Damned if he did something, damned if he didnt.
Hearing Victoira go off, only stuck the knife deeper as it was. So she was yelling at him. Micheal could have just disappeared or even apologized. But of course, no words for the archangel that started all this. Her next move, he couldnt even believe she would even suggest he do such a thing. That was what twisted the knife deeper into his heart. Though it was hard to see, tears were in the hunters tired eyes. His hand was still in his control and when she went to raise it he yanked it back. Thankfully he was able to get free. Looking at the blade he looked between them as he throw the blade down hard enough to where it stuck into the hard wood floor. He walked over to her and said. " Why live when I have nothing to live for.. " He looked up at Micheal with a if looks could kill. Looking back at his daughter his expression softened. " Go enjoy your life... forget you are a Winchester. Maybe then youd have a good life. " he turned and walked out of the room. His clothes soaked and his soul broken.
Right now they were on a battleground. Both were warriors in their own way. Micheal an archangel. A fierce creature that could take down anyone with a snap of a finger. John was a marine. A military man that knew hot to take down any foe that opposed him. However Micheal, as not one he could take down easily. Only a few could kill an archangel. The first blade, an archangel with an archangel blade, death and of course God himself.
Right now it didnt look like any of them were backing down. John wasnt and Micheal sure as hell wasnt. Before he could attack again he heard a voice. One he knew. too way. well. It was Victoria his daughter. For a moment his eyes looked at her. The water had stopped. But the water was dripping from the rafters.
He couldn't do anything now there was someone else on the battlefield. Just like a real fight you didnt continue if a civilian was in the line of fire. Who was she here for though? Micheal or John? His gaze moved back to the angel as he wasnt going to fight while she was still present. Removing the blade in a quick and swift fashion it was now fully in his hand.
John was now about a foot away from Micheal. Though he was in a defensive stance. He wouldnt throw the first punch ( well 2nd at this point. ) but he wouldnt do anything unless Micheal did. It was silent now but who would make the first move?
Was John the best father? No. He put his sons through hell but his intentions weer to protect them and find his wifes killer. Being a marine he was instilled with certain things. Always finish your mission. Two always make sure you have the right weapon for the job. Driving down the road, John was on a new mission. He had to confront the one that had taken his daughter from him. Yes he had her now, but so much time was lost. He never got to see her first step, her first word or birthday. The fact that his daughter could have been alive with them as she was supposed to, but was rather kinapped by an archangel and raised by said angel pissde him off. What right did this creature have to take his unborn child? None in Johns eyes.
The gravestone was one he went to often now that he was alive again. And it was said because his daughter was here but he just felt he couldnt even explain it. Right now he went to his locker area, which he was surprised was still around. Parking his truck, he got out and entered his locker room. He was able to defuse the booby traps because well he had set them up in the first place. Going to the corner of the room he grabbed a few boxes. After he did that he reactivated his traps and left. He was going to fix this.
Driving to an abandon cabin in the woods. Yes it was a bit cliché for someone like him being there. Once he opened the doro, it did an eerie creaking sound. Closing the door he opened the boxes and started a ritual. He was summoning the archangel Micheal. He knew the being would come. He was going to make this archangel fix everything he had ruin or die trying.
Pulling out his tan leather bound journal John wrote down some things. It was clear that his facial features that whatever he was writing was tugging at his heart. Closing his eyes, he paused. The sting of tears threatned to fall from his dark eyes as he opened them as he wiped them quickly. Closing the book he sighed as he didnt know what he would do. Mary and John had lost their only daughter due to a miscarriage. However he didnt know the real cause. At this point he didnt know what Mary did in secret. That she was a hunter of evil beings. So he thought they lost their child because something naturally went wrong.
--Many years later. –
He had died to protect his son Dean from dying. Thus his soul went to hell for he had made a deal with old yellow eyes. He didnt get ten years, or even one, it was an instant death thing. There was so much left unsaid to his boys, but all he hoped they were happy and healthy. And for his daughter he wished she was in a happy place even if he had never gotten to see her in world.
Then something happened. He was back on earth? He looked at himself and didnt know what happened. Did he get another chance at life? It seemed that way.
Thats when he learned his daughter was very much alive... but she wa calling Micheal her father. That hurt like a thousand knifes in his chest. He had mourned over her death and he truly never got over it. How could he? The only daughter he would have had was taken from him then kidnapped. But he was going to make this right by taking a key player off the chess board. In his motel was his journal and it was open. But not to a current entry, rather one he wrote when he was a younger man.
October 31st 1980
The worst thing that could ever happen … well did today. At 7:53pm... Mary and I lost our only daughter.. The doctors say it was a miscarriage.. How did this happen? All the exams and such came out fine before. I dont understand it. - there was a slight smudge of the ink to indicate a tear had fallen onto the page. - Mary is totally besides herself. The nursery is all ready for a little girl and.. wel it seems like god didnt feel we were ready for that yet. Its just not fair.. I dont know what to do. I feel like a piece of my heart was ripped out.. I just... want my little girl.
November 10th
It was another bad day. I woke up in a panic and everything was fine but.. I still have this feeling of dread. We lost our little girl almost a moth ago and its just getting more difficult. We try not to show this since our son Dean is very young, and we love that little guy we just wish he could have known his sister.
December 25th 1980
Its Christmas and while … we are happy, I still think of our daughter as does Mary. I visited her grave this morning and placed some roses on her plot. Reading her headstone.. it just brought me to tears. Victoria Deanna Winchester... .. I wish you were here babygirl.. daddy and mommy and your brother Dean miss you...
