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daevilrage​:

“no one asked you to do that, brother.“ memories. a time when he was raised by his brother. trained, thought and directed, loved. a unity. god, them, raphael and gabriel all together, a family. back then, he had thought nothing could get into them. but it seems, he was the one who broke the family unity, intrusive thoughts of the mark were always there, but they were only amplified. there is no doubt in his mind he would’ve rebelled either way.

“and yet, he didn’t trust you enough to give you the Mark.“ no, that honor was given to him, oh, how Lucifer had felt then, the honor to hold the key to his biggest achievement so far. “I fought for Heaven’s best interest. Tell me, Michael, was it worth it? Be a good soldier and follow orders, as humanity grew and destroyed everything they touched?“ worst than a plague, humanity had harmed so much the world he loved. nature fought back, but humans never listen.

he stares over, vessel’s reflexes is to exhale deeply as he calms himself. “you would still fight me, just because He said so. even if he is not here. has he answered your prayers?” a pause as he breaks gaze. “he never answered mine.”

                  ❛ we were happy then, all of us. ❜ and that was the truth. even if the two of them after what lucifer had done, they would always fight. it always needed to be that way. it always needed to be the two of them. there had been a time when he hesitated years ago, a time when he thought just for a moment that they didn’t have to fight just to get an answer to one of their father’s tests. but, michael is a righteous son, his father gave him orders and he has to follow them through just as he did the first time.  the older brother can’t help but feel a twitch in his lips, pursing them as he watches his younger brother and the way he stands. ❛ even now, you’re still the same, little brother. ❜

                 just as trust starts to be spoken about, michael stands there, his jaw clenching. at the mention of the mark, michael scoffs, turning away from lucifer.  if it was god’s will, then it was worth it, all of it. god wanted it a certain way, and michael had to abide. they all had to. he shakes his head, his blue eyes glaring at his brother. ❛ it does not matter if it was worth it, brother. it was god’s will, and that is all that should have mattered. ❜ while he wasn’t too fond of humanity itself, he hated demons even more. ❛ they are flawed only to seek out god in their prayers and he will guide them. you know this. ❜

                  michael doesn’t ever want to be the one who doubted his father, he is the favorite, the good son, how would that look? stopping, the older archangel dips his head, his eyes casting downward from his brother at the mention of his answering his prayers. michael remembers praying in the cage when it was just him and adam. he remembered praying for freedom, for fulfilling god’s will in fighting his brother - even if he didn’t kill him, they still fought. turning, michael’s blue eyes gaze upon the vessel of his brother. ❛ i am free now, aren’t i? ❜ yes, while it might’ve taken years of the two of them to be free, it was true. they were here, on earth again.  ❛ why would he answer your prayers when you did nothing but betray and defy his every wish? ❜

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Death of a Father

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Dean believed that Bobby’s death was pointless and unnecessary. It didn’t have to happen. When Dean saw that gun fire and that bullet go through his head, Dean thought they were going to lose him right then and there. Somehow he survived long enough to be put in the hospital. The entire time that he was in his coma, Dean was beating himself up over it. Then when that monitor stopped..a part of Dean died as well. 

The lights shine brightly across the highway as they drive onto the next job. Dean is quiet but in his mind, he’s screaming. He hadn’t said anything in two days, ever since they gave Bobby a hunter’s funeral. Singer was the only real father that the Winchester’s had ever known. John had always been a hardass that would rather have shown them the harsh realities of their lives that they were forced into, at the cost of being the parent that the boys really needed him to be. Bobby had always seen them as sons not just soldiers, and they had confided in him more than they ever did John. Bobby never made Dean feel guilty about having doubts about this life, and he was always the first person to tell him if he was being a dumbass about something, especially when he really needed to hear it but didn’t want to.

Dean’s fingers gripped the steering wheel as a new wave of anger washed over him. He had to pull over, between the exhaustion he was feeling on top of his emotions he needed to stop. “We’re stopping off at this exit. I need to lay down and I need a beer. Not in that order.” He could see the neon sign of a bar about three blocks away from the hotel he was talking about. 

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They’d been driving ever since Bobby’s funeral, ever since they gave the older man a proper hunter’s funeral. That was two days ago. Yes, Sam understood how Dean was feeling. Bobby Singer had been more of a father to them then their own dad - sometimes Sam wondered how different his life would be, how their lives would be if Bobby was really their dad. Sighing, Sam glanced over to his brother.  The radio wasn’t even playing.  It was just silence.  Sam wasn’t really even sure if Dean knew how to talk anymore. Hell, he even offered to drive for a few hours just so Dean could get some shut eye, but that was a mute point. Dean usually drove when he was pissed, that didn’t give him a right to shut Sam out. And then again, Sammy knew that Dean was grieving in his own way. Sam sighed. He just wanted Dean to say something to him.

❛ Dean, ❜ the younger hunter started as he shifted in the passenger seat, leaning against the door to the Impala.  ❛ You gotta say something here, man. ❜ Sam hated pressing when his brother was this way, but hell, Sammy was grieving himself, and Dean didn’t even bother to ask him how he was doing.  ❛ Let me drive for a few hours. ❜. Another sigh escaped Sam’s mouth when he watched as Dean gripped the steering wheel, saying nothing.  ❛ Fine. ❜ Sam mumbled to himself as he folded his arms tightly over his chest, swallowed hard and stared out toward the open road while his brother continued to drive.

And then, just like that Dean started to pull the car off the exit he’d said.  Sam shifted again in the seat, this time though he was sitting up while his eyes focused on the exit off the highway. The younger Winchester nodded. ❛ Yeah, alright. ❜ There was a motel not too far from the light they were stopped at now. And in the distance, Sam saw the flickering bar sign just up the road. ❛ I’ll check us in, just wait here and close your eyes for a little. ❜ Sam was sure Dean wanted a beer first.

Once the Impala stopped, Sam hopped out of the car, straightened out his jacket and made his way into the check in office. It only took about ten minutes when he was on the way back with a motel key.

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Dean didn’t appreciate the whole “bored to yawning” routine that Ben was putting on. He didn’t seem to realize how dangerous hunting was because he hadn’t been unlucky yet. He shakes his head. “And see that’s where you’re wrong Ben. Now I admit you’re good with an angel blade and you’re not a bad shot either, but you haven’t gone up against anything bad enough to make you take a good long look at this lifestyle.” That’s what often frustrated Dean. He’s glad that his son hadn’t been through the things that he had, but how nonchalant Ben was about everything got to him a lot.

When he brings up Garth he shook his head. Granted the werewolf was a good family friend and he was a hunter in his own right but he wasn’t exactly the best person to rely on as far as watching your back. “Yeah did Garth ever tell you that he was responsible for Sam’s death at one point?” Dean’s eyes were hard as he set them on Ben. “He’s a great guy but when it comes between you and his own family he’s going to pick them every single time.” He wasn’t trying to talk shit about Garth, but he wanted Ben to see the reality. Dean would make the same call if it were on him. That’s just what happened. In the end you had family and that’s it.

“I know you’re not a kid anymore and I’m not trying to treat you like one. I just want you to stay safe. I’ve lost enough people already and I don’t want you to be on that list too!” Dean raised his voice a little because Ben wasn’t seeing the point he was trying to make. “You know how many people that I’ve given a hunters funeral to because they weren’t careful or they didn’t listen? People you haven’t even ever met. Bobby, Charlie, Jo Harvelle, Ellen, my own father, the list goes on Ben.” Dean’s voice goes low as he attempts to keep his emotions under control. “I don’t want you to go out on a hunt and not come back…” He gets up from his own chair. 

“I can’t make you do anything..you’re a grown ass man I know and guess what I am just as stubborn as you are and it’s brought me nothing but suffering and pain. You do what you want but I am going to be there to make sure you don’t end up killed.” 

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Well, this conversation was not one that the younger man wanted to be having right now. Especially at, what time was it? Definitely some time before dawn - that case lasted a lot longer than he should’ve let it go on for.

Ben respected Dean, it was always how it’s been for the kid. Even since the first time he met him at his birthday party, Ben thought Dean was the coolest, yeah, sure, he could be a dick at times, like right now, but he was still pretty damn cool, and Been looked up to the guy. A helluva a lot.

❛ It’s my life, why can’t I decide what I wanna do with it? Just because you and Sam didn’t have a choice, doesn’t mean I want one. I tried, but I’d much rather be saving people. ❜ Ben swallowed back a yawn, his eyes blurring his vision for a moment as he blinked away tired tears.  Reaching for his blade, Ben snatched it off the table and started to twirl it in his hand, still listening as Dean rambled on about hunting. However, all of Ben’s cockiness faded when Dean started to talk about Garth being responsible for Sam’s death at one point.  Ben’s jaw set regardless, he stopped twirling the blade in his hand and looked down to the angelic made metal. ❛ Garth just sounds like anyone with a family. I know you’d do that for Sam. You guys always put each other first. ❜ Ben still wasn’t looking at Dean now.

❛ Isn’t that what family does? They put each other first? Before anyone? ❜ Ben would, that much he knew. He learned that from them, he learned that from watching them, from studying them, and also from his mom, too.

When Dean started talking about being safe, and the people he’s lost, Ben could hear the tone in his father’s voice starting to rise, and it made the young man’s dark eyes flick up to glance at the older hunter, at least just for a second.  Ben caught a glimpse of Dean’s eyes.  The younger hunter opened his mouth to speak, but Dean started to list people that he’d lost, and instead, he looked away and snapped his mouth shut.

The truth had been the same for the both of them. And that’s when Ben knew that they would never see eye to eye on this. Ben was always worried about Sam and Dean whenever they went out on a hunt, too.  He understand that his father and his uncle were the best, but in their line of work, that didn’t mean anything.

Ben watched as Dean stood, he could feel the anger rise in his throat.  ❛ Yeah, well, I don’t want you or Sam getting killed either! ❜ Ben snapped, not even realizing it. He pushed the chair back, hearing the screech it made against the floor as he stood from it, shoving the blade into his pocket.  Once last look at Dean, Ben just shook his head and headed for the door.

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Sweetest Blasphemy

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The little voice in the back of Sam’s head that told him that all this was wrong had disappeared long ago. It was overridden by the call of crimson dripping onto his lips. A surge of power rain through his veins as hazel-blue eyes shroud themselves in onyx overlay as he drinks gulp after gulp. Now that he was drinking straight from the source the side effects became even more powerful. Sam held Ruby in his arms as he drank from her, it was as if both of their bodies were connected  and they had become one. His breathing was heavy and he felt goosebumps on his skin. This was what it was like to be of the divine. Sweet blasphemy. 

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Sam’s addiction to demon blood had became so much worse. At first it started as a way for him to become stronger and exersise demons by barley even glancing in their directions. Then when Dean discovered that he was an addict the two of them got into a massive argument, so Sam left and now here he was in the arms of one of the things he was trying to kill not even six months ago. His relationship with Ruby had turned into so much more though, the toxicity of it was something that Sam craved. He was broken so why not embrace that part of him? The guilt of abandoning his brother hadn’t hit him yet, and he’s not sure if it even will this time either.

He pulled back from drinking and smiled at her. “Do you think I’m strong enough to kill Lillith?” Sam’s teeth still had a shine of red to them and his eyes remained black. 

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With a chuckle of pure amusement, Ruby’s own eyes flashed onyx for a moment, her head tilting back when it hit the wall she’d been leaning up against. Softly, and briefly, she felt her eyes close, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders as she took in an unneeded breath. ❛ Sam, ❜ Ruby’s voice was teetering on the edge of honesty when she looked at him now, the darkness in her eyes gone. With her hand, she reached up and gently wiped away a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, her thumb linger just on his lower lip before she pulled away and ran her fingers through his shaggy hair. ❛ You’re strong, but you’re not there yet. ❜ She flickered her gaze to look at her fingers sliding through his hair in that moment. ❛ You’re going to get there, it just takes time. ❜

Their relationship was the epitome of toxic.

Back then, when she was in that witch’s body, she knew she could never get Sam to trust her, not like this, not with how far they’ve come in such a short amount of time. Sam was broken, Ruby knew, and while she had been trying to get him to help her with a particular plan, she also did have some sympathy for the youngest Winchester. And maybe even that look in his eyes — the one that proved to her just how much determination he really had.

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daevilrage​:

    “I’m powerful because I was created that way. Because I know what I can do.” humans, they say confidence is a thing, and if he was something, he was just that, lucifer knew his power, a presence that commands fear and respect, usually the same thing when he gets into hell.  “Above us, there is only God, and The Darkness. There is a vast, beautiful universe. Other planets, other worlds. We have no limit.” kings amongst men, gods amongst mortals if only jack could see that his power was way beyond what the Winchester wanted of him. “Your power is your own, not theirs.”

And he shouldn’t do things just because someone tells him to do. He would know. “Family.” A strange, concept. One he doesn’t know, even with the one he made, a son, to create a life because he could. “Loneliness is a human concept. I spent billions of years locked in a Cage. Loneliness? pain? they don’t even begin to comprehend what I felt.” lonely. the first time someone says that about their type of life. “It’s just how we are, Jack.”

                      created that way by god - his grandfather, thinks jack, nodding to his own thoughts and subtly the words of his father. it was just how he was also created that way, to be just as powerful as his father sitting beside him. but, strange enough, as the young half-angel looks down to the hands resting in his lap, he feels a lump form in his throat; uncertainty once again, washing over his entire being. his mother said he would do great things.  ❛ but what if you didn’t want to be powerful and had to live with something you know you didn’t want? ❜  did that sound right? sometimes, dean’s influence might’ve been too much on the kid.  sometimes jack saw his powers, his gifts and abilities as evil, not good.

                    ❛ but you were by yourself. didn’t you want someone to talk to? ❜ he ponders a thought for a moment. ❛ what did you feel? ❜ the younger angel asks, genuinely curious as he tries to search his father’s eyes for a moment. and then he lets out a breath, and shakes his head. scrunching up his nose in thought, jack can’t help but look toward his father now, his brows knotting together in pure, innocent confusion.  ❛ i don’t understand why it has to be that way. everyone in my life is lonely. no one deserves that. ❜

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vvenator​:

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Sweat began to pool at the nape of her neck. Margot breathed in so deeply she could feel her ribs pressing hard against her skin. Throat coarse from running, each breath felt like razor blades. For now, for just this moment in time they were safe.

It was not part of her afternoon plans to invite a near stranger into her home, let alone into a place so private, so hidden.

She recalled her mother calling hunting an ‘on-call job’ and was she ever right. Margot began to rifle through her emergency supplies in the back room of the bunker. “I’m over here, and could use a hand.” She hollered over to the man, as she pulled out one of several long pieces of pvc piping. Another family tip, an additional strip of salt, trapped within piping, unable be blown away by spirits, though a struggle to lay out by ones self.

           Closing his eyes, Henry steadies himself, feet grounding on the wooden planks under his loafers as he takes a breath.  His head is spinning as he stills himself, but even so, it’s a moment he needs to catch his own breath.  He’s not sure how long until they’ll be fighting again. Any moment of rest was a moment to be on your guard.

It was just in that moment that he heard her call to him from the other room. Henry’s eyes flashed open as he started for the doorway to the back of the residence. ❛ I’m here, ❜ he responds when he enters, standing in the doorway. He’s by her side within an instant, reaching up to help her with the piping. 

❛ Are you alright? ❜ Henry is finally able to ask her.

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What Planet Are You? ( michael )

EARTH

No amount of blankets is going to change the fact that you’re still falling apart inside, that it feels like everything you’ve ever done wrong is crawling underneath your skin, that you feel like there’s something wrong with you but everyone says that it’s fine, you’re fine, it’s all going to end up okay but you can’t change anything, no, it’s not in your control, they say. They’re wrong. You deserve to get better. Don’t you? Aren’t you tired of the bags under your eyes, of the weight on your shoulders? You have a hard time figuring out which relationships are toxic because they’re so fundamentally ingrained into your personality - or so you think - and you don’t know quite how to take care of yourself. You want to touch the stars but you’re so stuck in your problems rather than your dreams it feels like drowning, not flying, and it’s hard to tell the difference between the two feelings of weightlessness.

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tobeblamed​:

    ‘  yeah, well   –   don’t get used to it. ’      he arches a brow at his teasing, though he promises he won’t make it as easy for him too often.  spoiling never did anyone any good.  he slid onto the first empty booth he found by the window, making himself comfortable as he extended his arms and rested them upon the seat.  he took a single glance at the menu in front of him, only to see the special offer of the day which included a variation of cheeseburger   –  the perfect choice for him.     ‘ what’re you eatin’?  ’

                   ❛ right. ❜ he laughs, sliding into the booth across from his brother as he looks around for a moment before he places the paper on the table in front of him.  sam doesn’t look up at the other. he flips through page after page of the small town newspaper before he stops on a particular article. his brows crease from concentration, not even bothering to look at a menu on his left.  ❛ i’m alright. ❜ clearly, there’s something else on his mind. ❛ hey, man, check this out. ❜ folding the paper in half, sam slides it toward dean, pointing to the section he was just reading. he sighs. ❛ we might have a case here. ❜

                    ❛ what can i get you two? ❜  a waitress comes over, smiling happily at them. she’s a pretty young brunette. sam smiles up at her.  ❛ just coffee for me, thanks. ❜

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Castiel had felt protective over Jack since before he was born. He'd promised his mother that he would watch out for him and now Castiel owed Jack his life. "Jack, I need you to know that the harsh things that Dean says are just out of anger. They have no meaning behind them." He too had struggled with this concept at first but he wanted to assure him that it would all be okay.

                  There’s a frown deepening over Jack’s lips, a frown that probably shouldn’t be there. He didn’t know much of this world, or anything but only what Castiel had been telling him and showing him. His mother told him that Castiel was good, that he was family. But... He wanted his mother.

❛ What is…anger? ❜ asks Jack, his brows knitting together in pure curiosity when he tilts his head to glance Castiel’s way. He doesn’t understand any of this.

             ❛ Why does he say it if he doesn’t mean it? ❜ asks Jack again, his voice nothing but pure innocence. 

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Dean could see that the other was tired, but he needed to get this off of his chest now. He clears his throat and sits down across from him. “I uh…never really have had to have this talk with anyone before. You know Sam and I grew up in this lifestyle and hell it’s all we really know. Every time either of us try to get away from hunting, it comes back with the vengeance.” He rubbed the back of his neck trying to find the right words here. Dean’s nervous but he needed to push through and give Ben the choice. 

“Look all I’m saying is you don’t have to be a hunter. You could walk away right now if you wanted to. If you want to continue to be one then I’d appreciate it if you’d let me help you at least. In fact I insist on it.” He wasn’t going to be overbearing like John was, but Dean was well versed in the various monsters that roamed the earth and he’d been through the ringer of death quite a few times. 

“I just want to make sure that you stay safe. I don’t want anything happening to you that I could have prevented.” Dean finally makes eye contact with Ben. He felt protective over him. He would regret it if anything were to ever happen to him. “Do you see what I’m getting at?”  The older Winchester wasn’t exactly apt at showing his emotions but he was trying at least.  

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As Dean started to speak about he and Sam not having a choice in the hunting lifestyle, Ben tried really hard to keep his eyes open.  He even yawned about three times, his fists coming up to rub one of his eyes as he watched the older man from across the table. Finally, when Dean asked if he saw what he was getting at, Ben felt himself nod, almost a little lazily.  Had he dozed off during this conversation? Maybe once or twice. 

❛ You do realize I know what I’m doing, right? ❜ Ben shrugged a little, reaching into his pocket to pull out his angel blade which he then set on the table.

He shifted his back against the chair to make himself a little more uncomfortable. If Dean wanted to have this conversation now, then fine. ❛ No joke, man, it’s like my own personal angel. I mean, you guys got Cas and all, and even Jack, too, but I got this. ❜   With his other hand, Ben reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes drifting downward. ❛ Also, Garth helps me out when he can too, so it’s not like I’m alone most of the time. ❜ Okay, maybe 90 percent of the time he was alone.

❛ Also, I’m not a kid, don’t treat me like one. ❜  Ben didn’t hate authority figures, he just didn’t grow up with a father, so it was a little tense this conversation. Hit a little too close to home for him.

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She smiled at him and moved to shake his hand. Jo remembered when Dean was telling her about what Castiel was like when he first was trying to adapt to human nature. She was keeping that in mind since she didn’t know what all he was comfortable with. “So tell me about yourself. How long have you been around? How do you get along with the Winchester brothers?” She asks as she sits down in front of him. Jo had missed a lot in the past several years and she’s still trying to play catch up. Maybe Jack could fill in some blank spots for her, perhaps some things that Dean wouldn’t tell her. 

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                      This was a woman he’s never seen before with Sam and Dean.   Or even with Castiel for that matter.  He wonders if they’re all friends. They have to be, just from the way she’s smiling and talking about that. Also, there was no other way she could’ve gotten in here. ❛ Two months. ❜  He smiles at her, placing his hands over the book he’s reading before he turns in her direction. ❛ We’re a family, we trust each other. ❜ Jack’s eyes search her eyes, still smiling at her. She seems nice.   

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daevilrage​:

“and was that a bad thing? you claim to be a good son, brother. but a good son knows when to back down if their father is wrong.“ the good son against the rebel, the mighty prince of heaven against the devil himself. the stigmas put on his name hurt him the most, but michael even now, taking God’s side, hurts more. but he had learned to deal with his pain a long time ago.his vessel’s eyes shine cold and his body tenses. ”you think yourself all mighty, michael. but you are just a fool who prefers to follow orders than have a mind of his own.“

                 lucifer is not wrong. he takes a breath, perhaps out of habit because adam needs to breathe - his eyes never faltering away from his brother then. a memory flickers through his mind, and he pauses.  a time when things were different, a time when the two didn’t fight, when they were civil with each other. michael remembers being the only one that cared for lucifer then, being the only one that cared for his brother in ways that others would find hard to understand.

it was still a part of their past , a part of who they were.

               and perhaps because of that, his last words had been a little harsh. but he stood by his father’s side for so many eons. not to mention that when god took a vacation, michael was the one left in charge of heaven, earth, and the entire universe for a millennia, which in turn the brother was a little on edge for reasons. but his brother continues on.

❛ i was never given the chance to have a mind of my own! ❜ michael hisses, his rage bubbling up once more.  ❛ i was the one who took care of you, i was the one who fought for Heaven in every war. i had responsibilities. i was the one who he trusted. ❜

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daevilrage​:

“you HAVE to? Jack, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.“ his son, so naive and young to this world, powerful beyond comprehension. “no one makes us do anything.” and he repeats words he once spoke to michael about their father. but it applies to them.

they are gods amongst simple men. a hand comes to jack’s back, advice, sharp tongue as the serpent, he speaks in truths and simple words. “if you want to change. you have to do it for yourself, not anyone else. especially not the winchesters. I know you care about them.” if lucifer had his way, Sam would be kept safe in hell and finally become his vessel as he was made to be. blue eyes look down at jack and nods, voice calm and steady. 

“but they are…fleeting. you will live for billions of years, jack. you do what you want to do.”

            he doesn’t believe that. he doesn’t believe that he doesn’t have to do something he doesn’t want to do because he knows that there will always be someone else that needs something from him. dean’s always rambling on about that, about how people always needed their help - jack included himself in that, too. so, he shakes his head. ❛ of course i do. sometimes people need our help, even people who don’t know it. ❜ the younger angel’s eyes flicker over to his father when he speaks up that no one makes them do anything. jack swallows.  ❛ is that why you’re so powerful? ❜ if sam, dean or even cas found him talking with his dad, they wouldn’t be happy. 

yes. he nods. family - that’s what they’ve become to him in the short time he’s been on this earth. ❛ they’re my family, ❜ responds jack, smiling at the other beside him. but he sulks then, looking away, and instead to the people around them, even as he feels the warmth of his father’s hand on his back. ❛ that sounds...lonely. ❜

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galaxybrainx​:

he sighed softly, sitting down next to the boy and rubbed at his forehead as he tried to think of what to say. “i know you do, jack… and you will. but to get to that point, we need to ensure that He doesn’t know you’re back until we have a plan.” 

            it is just as castiel takes a seat beside him, that jack turns and faces the man whom he claimed to be his father, who he wished his father was. jack frowns, instead. ❛ then let me help at least. ❜ clearly that’s all jack cared about now. he wants to be useful, he wants the winchesters to be able to rely on him. jack sighs, rubbing his face tiredly. ❛ there has to be something i can do. ❜ plan or not, jack was determined.