Jace Ianto Winchester is the son of John Winchester and Jack Harkness. Jack is no longer in his life, but Mary has been raising the boy as her own. At Jace's six month birthday, Sam Winchester who was a demon as a result of a ritual gone wrong fed Jace demon blood That made him grow to age nine in a matter of days. A trick by Zachariah led to him aging to 17 just as fast. ***See The Road So Far for more information and plot updates*** Magic Anon Status:None AIM: echowinchester Skype: jace.winchester (Part of the Angels and the Phonebox RP)
Jace isn't quite dead, but he's close to it. Most of my old accounts are due to a dying group and a lack of partners. I have, however, started fresh on some other accounts. All my accounts can be found here. I hope I'll see some of you at some of them.
“Statues?” Sounded creepy. Dean hoped not to run into any of those, time travel was usually a pain in the ass anyway. He paused, taking in a slow breath as he listened to Jace speak.
“I know you love her, dude.” Dean smiled a little, how could someone not love Mary? She was the best mom in the entire world. The hunter didn’t really know what to say, and at Jace’s last comment he cringed. “I don’t really want to think about any of that… Ever…” He rubbed at his eyes. “Jack, do you think he’ll come to visit you?”
"Didn't mean it like that," He laughed a little. "I mean them raising a kid. I can't even picture Dad talking to him. He's....a handful from what I saw," He shrugged. "He said he would. I guess...I'm gonna be here a long time now. He's immortal. I'm probably the same as long as no one decides to hunt me. So...We got time. Am I selfish for wanting him to? I mean I got Mom and Dad. Why do I think I need him too?"
I know…I know, but we’re not feeding her blood. She’s not human, but she’s not a vampire yet either. It’s just…Nice not to have to worry about hunters and craziness for a little while.
I know…I know, but we’re not feeding her blood. She’s not human, but she’s not a vampire yet either. It’s just…Nice not to have to worry about hunters and craziness for a little while.
Fair enough. I’m just not looking forward to that bursting our little normal family bubble. Hopefully it’s a ways off. Tommy doesn’t really remember when he got his fangs so to speak.
I know...I know, but we're not feeding her blood. She's not human, but she's not a vampire yet either. It's just...Nice not to have to worry about hunters and craziness for a little while.
Fair enough. I'm just not looking forward to that bursting our little normal family bubble. Hopefully it's a ways off. Tommy doesn't really remember when he got his fangs so to speak.
That’s….both sweet and kinda gross. Claudia’s six months old now. She’s starting to be like a little person instead of just a baby that lays around all day. It’s kinda awesome.
She's mastered sitting up. I think she might start trying soon, but so far no. Mom said the same thing. Sorta worried about when her other, uh, skills might kick in.
"You kidnapped my dad and possessed my brother. And I'm pretty sure screwed with them in between," He pointed out. "Why shouldn't I just assume you're a threat?"
“Weeping angels?” Dean shook his head, the name sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. “They had something to do with you winding up in the past?” He paused. “Was it good to finally meet him? Even if he’s sort of a dick?”
"I actually met something big and bad you haven't?" Jace grinned a little. "They're these stone statues that touch you and send you to the past. They grabbed Mordred and we had to find him," It had been terrifying.
"He....I look like him. I mean, I don't really look like you and Sam and now I get why," Jace frowned. "He wanted me. He was always planning to come back while I was little. I didn't think....Now he can't at least not in my past. He can come visit me now, but that's not exactly the same. He said he didn't want to get in the way of Mom and Dad. I love Mom. I don't want it to sound like I don't," He added quickly. He sighed. "I can't even picture it. Him and Dad together like Dad and Mom."
The elder hitched a brow, surprise crossing his features. “You found him?” He’d met Jack once, ages ago, he could hardly remember the dude. But he could understand how Jace must have felt, not knowing his other father. Dean had gotten limited time with his mother in the beginning, growing up hadn’t been easy. Wondering what she’d think of him, wondering if she’d be proud. “How did it go?”
"Weird," Jace admitted. "I wanted to be mad at him, but he wasn't a dick. Or not a complete dick," Jace ammended. "Tommy and me had a little run in with these things called weeping angels. The Doctor helped us out so we could find Mordred. But you know how he can disappear on you? We kinda got stranded in the past. I figured we'd find Jack and get a lift home. It was him. Like not from the past or not knowing who I am. He knew me and he was sorry. I never thought he'd be sorry."
That's....both sweet and kinda gross. Claudia's six months old now. She's starting to be like a little person instead of just a baby that lays around all day. It's kinda awesome.