Jack Kline

Get out your guns, battles begun. Are you a saint, or a sinner? If loves a fight, than I shall die. With my heart on a trigger. They say before you start a war You better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be. I'm an angel with a shotgun Fighting til' the wars won I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight. Sometimes to win, you've got to sin. Don't mean I'm not a believer, And major Tom, will sing along. Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer.

[nephilimhearts]

littlest-winchester‌:

emma had been sitting at the coffee shop for a few hours now. she was attempting to write a book report for her summer reading before senior year but she was struggling. she hadn’t minded the book but she kept getting distracted by the sketchbook sitting on the table next to her. she ran a hand through her long ginger hair and huffed slightly. 

emma turned slightly when she heard some grumbling akin to her own only to see him hitting his head on his own laptop. she let out a small giggle before he looked up, glancing at her. she offered him a small smile. “well only if you distract me from mine,” she offered. 

    JACK ADORED writing, it was the only thing that was keeping him sane in this world, the ability to write stories about all the strange things he sees in his dreams, and for people to actually like them? It was a dream come true, literally. What Jack didn’t know of course, was his books weren’t dreams, they were his real memories. His arms outstretched gesturing to his empty table. “I’d be happy to return the favour! Can I get you a drink; mine is empty so, I’ll get first round?” The young boy chuckled.

   He closed the top of his laptop over, tossing the empty starbucks cup into the bin beside him. He then held his hand out to her as a handshake, greeting. “My name is Jack Kline. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Strangely enough, Jack could swear he’d never met this girl before, but she held a familiar authority and homeliness to her. he felt like he’d met her before, or at least knew of her. 

[nephilimhearts]

seraphichearts‌:

Staying at Claire’s house had been fun for a while, just staying in the couch and watching some show comparing orange and black, which really got him confused, however Castiel felt a new need to go out over again. His altercation with John had made him see everything differently. He needed to stop hiding, to prove he wasn’t desperate at the point of letting himself get killed. And it was exactly what he was doing in the coffee shop now, dressed with his new trench coat - for Lucifer had stolen his other one - and a simple new suit he had bought, for the other one was completely torn apart since his fight with Satan.

He didn’t even like the taste of coffee, it was too bitter for him, but however it felt like his vessel was used to it for it had no negative effect on his body. So Castiel just kept drinking coffee, even though it wasn’t tasting good, just for the sake of pretending to be human. And it was here, and at this moment when he saw the boy who was looking at him. He didn’t know why, but this face felt familiar, and he couldn’t put a name on his face. At the second his eyes turned golden, it struck him. Nephilim. He should’ve understood it, the simple sight of him had made him feel this kind of aura getting out of him. But while it felt good, there was also all of this bad coming out of him. Who was that now?

So he got closer to the table, putting his coffee down and installing himself in front of him. “You better hide these eyes before any less friendly angel sees it.” Castiel stated, as he moved his fingers up his sleeve to touch his blade. It was here, it was comforting. In case he needed protection from the other, he still had that. “Who are you?” The angel asked, as he stared at the young man in front of him. He couldn’t put a name on him. He couldn’t, and it was really frustrating. “Nephilims are all supposed to be dead.” Statement, and a flash of memory went through his mind. He had killed the last of them. The waitress. Jane. He had killed her, but before this moment, he had no memories of it. This city was really fucking him up.

   HANDS GRIPPED tightly onto his ashy blond hair, tugging gently at the delicate strands. He could hear so many voices, screaming in his brain, too many to pin point what exactly they were saying, or even if they were talking to him; but every time he hears the voices, so follows the white, burning pain. The medication he was forced to take were supposed to stop it, they were supposed to make him normal, like all of the other kids his age, but nothing stopped this pain. Nothing stopped the voices, and certainly nothing stopped him from hurting anyone who tried to get close to him. He was a monster, but he didn’t want to be. It felt more like something coding his blood to make him bad. Yet, evil wasn’t something Jack felt within him.

     Golden hues remained upon the stranger, teeth bared with the pain of the voices cascading across his mind, a white noise ringing into his ears. Eyes clenched tightly shut for a moment, trying to shut it down, trying to silence the voices, the pain; yet when they snapped back open, nothing changed, his eyes continued to glow. “Hide my...” Jack grunted casting his gaze to the window, something he’d seen before, the monster stared back at him, the burning golden eyes that weren’t his own. “I-I can’t stop it, I don’t know how.” He glanced back towards the stranger, head shaking with anger. “No! It’s not real, it’s all in my head... The doctors told me it’s not real... You aren’t real.” That strange word... ‘ Nephilim ’ it sounded so... right. He couldn’t place where he had heard it before, or why it rang so clearly in his mind. 

       For a brief moment, Jack thought he had things under control, he thought this brief moment of silence was the end of the pain. However, he wasn’t so lucky. Another sharp pain lashed against his mind, eyes glowing even brighter than before, his hands clenched instinctively and he rose from his seat. As he did, several of the tables and chairs scattered across the Coffee shop, one flew straight towards a window, shattering it upon impact. Hyperventilating, his eyes dimmed and returned to their usual dark hue. With a gulp, he looked around at the cafe, a tear falling from his eye, trickling gently down his cheek. “I... I don’t want this... I don’t want to hurt people...”

[nephilimhearts]

who is your favorite between Dean, Sam and Castiel? I think we all know the answer

Honesty hour - @d-winchestcr @thestanfordmoose @seraphichearts

   HANDS FIDGET below the desk as his eyes avoid any contact, soft mumbles fall from his lips as he tries to process the question. “That’s like asking Mozart what his favourite song he ever composed was! How can I pick between the characters I dreamed and created a whole story around? Dean himself has had so many compelling character developments, and values family above all else, who can hate such a powerful protective character? Sam, he’s just too kindhearted for his own good and it gets him in trouble, but who can blame him for wanting to look for the good in every situation when their world is such a dark place? Believing in people isn’t a bad thing, and Sam knows that, he believes that. I think Castiel and I share more of a BOND, not that I don’t with Sam or Dean, I do… But I’ve always found joy in writing Castiel. He’s misunderstood, like myself, he understands what it’s like to be different, to be shunned for loving something their family was brought up to believe was worthless. He’s an Angel who fell in love with Humanity, and I think that’s just poetic. I trust him. I want to do right by him, even if he’s just a character in a story, or in my dreams.”

[nephilimhearts]

Are you worried about having dear old Lucifer on the prowl?

Honesty Hour - @goldenchained

   EYEBROWS ROSE in a suspicions manor, unsure if he should be worried or not. A sigh falling from his lips before he spoke. “At the moment, my answer is no. Lucifer has done nothing towards me to warren myself being any way afraid of his actions, nor do I think anyone else I’m aware of. I sense an evil from him, yes; but I want to believe there is also goodness within him, I just need time to help him show it.” 

   Truth be told, Jack was possibly a little too naive, had he retained his memories, he’d be slightly cautious of Lucifer’s actions, but would see this place as a fresh start for the pair, maybe they could finally be like a true father and son duo. It scares Jack to admit, but here without his memories, he could be easily manipulated by Lucifer if so desired.

[nephilimhearts]

Just imagine your dad is literally Satan. Do you think that you could love him anyway, even if he's evil incarnate?

Honesty Hour - @goldenchained

   JACK PONDERED upon the question for some length of time, it certainly was a strange question, to imagine ones own father as “The Devil.” Head nodding slowly as he processed his answer. “Candidly I should mention; I don’t believe anyone to be fully evil. Everyone cares for something no matter how small. If he were my father, I’m sure I would love him as much I do the two Father’s I already have. I myself have battled with a darkness within my own soul, I think I’d like to help him more than anything. Certainly, I could never hate him. For afterall he’d be my father the man who gave me life, I’d be thankful. I would owe him a great deal, and so he deserves my faith that he has good within him.”

    If Jack had possessed his old memories, his answer would be roughly the same. No matter how much hurt Lucifer might bring to him, he was his father, there would always be an unspoken bond between them, and certainly Jack loved him. He truly wanted a relationship with his real father.

[nephilimhearts]

Speaking only the truth!

[nephilimhearts]

Closed starter for @thestanfordmoose

   TEARS SLIPPED gracefully down red cheeks, puffy dark eyes set upon the male figure whom comforted him. It was strange to think this man was so similar to a character he’d written in a story. He’d met so many people similar to the people in his dreams which he later turned into novels. Arms found their way around the males torso, clenching tightly at the back of his jacket. Jack didn’t even know this man, yet here he was: hugging a complete stranger and crying to him, it felt so homely, almost familiar. Face buried into the male’s checkered shirt allowing himself some time to calm down. He sniffled quietly, pulling his face away from him, brushing a tear from his own cheek with the palm of his hand. “I just.... All these people, they think I’m someone they know. I want to help them... but... I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

   How could he know? Was he even Jack Kline, the adopted son of his two loving fathers? Did his mother die in childbirth and truly did his father leave them with no warning before his mother gave birth? Jack didn’t want all this uncertainty. Then again, he was a freak: The kid with strange powers that hurts anyone who tries to get close to him and the voices that plague his mind. Maybe all these people he was seeing truly was him, maybe he’d finally cracked, and lost what little of his mind he had. “I want to stop hurting people... I don’t mean to do it... I can’t control when it happens, and it hurts...”

[nephilimhearts]

A wise man once told me, 'family don't end in blood.' But it doesn't start there either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them family's there; for the good, bad, all of it. They got your back, even when it hurts.

@d-winchestcr && @novakhuntress && @littlest-winchester && @seraphichearts && @wishfvlsinking && @darkvlght && @bruisedwinchester && @thestanfordmoose

[nephilimhearts]

CLAIRE:

claire cursed under her breath as she felt her books fall from her bag, and whipped around to grab them. blue eyes widened in shock for only a moment at the sight of them frozen in midair, before she shook it off and tried to figure out what was causing the situation. after a second, however, they dropped to the ground like nothing had happened, and a familiar boy was rushing over to help her pick them up.

the blonde took the books he offered, pushing them back into her bag with a sigh. “yeah, that’s me. 10 am with brown, right? you’re… jack.” she replied, stumbling over his name for only a moment. claire laughed, shaking her head at her own lack of observance. “yeah, guess i forgot to close it.”

   ETCHING A smile upon his lips, his hands organised the books in his arms before he allowed her to take the books. Upon her noting who he was, his head nodded along. Admittedly, Jack was glad she didn’t ask questions about what she might have seen, perhaps she never saw it at all, which would be his lucky break. He didn’t want anyone else thinking he was a freak. 

   “Yeah, that’s me.” Jack grinned, even if it took her a while to remember his name, he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were close. Standing up from the floor, the boy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “So, erm... Do you want to maybe hang out for a little while? Not like a date-NOT that your not pretty, you are, but I’m... not looking for-your a nice girl, but I...” Jack grunted, stopping short of his ramblings. “Can I start over?”

[nephilimhearts]

JANE:

The brunette blinked down in surprise at the cash already being put onto the table. In a busy city such as this it wasn’t all that uncommon for someone to ask for the check up front. However it usually happened around lunch hour and from people in business suits or construction outfits. Her expression immediately slipped down into a frown however at his order choice wondering why so many people that day were willing to chance it. Maybe it was a flavour preference, some people might enjoy the slightly burnt affect. “We have other kinds of pie.” She replied writing down the order for the slice of pecan anyway. Reaching forwards she picked up the bills flattening them out on her notepad, if he decided to swap over the price of a slice didn’t actually change.

    BRUSHING HIS hand through his golden strands of hair, unaware his actions seemed quite strange. In truth, he was unsure where he learned such things. He’d wrote them in stories, but it seemed like he learned it from someone else beforehand. The smile still etched upon his lips, Jack nodded his head. “In that case.” Laughing, his fingers found their way to his pocket again, removing another crumpled note holding it out to her. “Perhaps get me a slice of cherry pie too, just in case I dislike the pecan?” His heart was set on the Pecan, something told him it was familiar. “If I like the pecan, how about you take a break, come sit you can have the cherry? It gets lonely...”

[onetreehil]

you keep…hurting people…

[nephilimhearts]

Closed starter for @goldenchained

   PARTING FROM his lips, the laughter echoed down his phone. Back against the wall, he listened as the voice transmitted from his mobile. “Father, I promise I won’t do anything reckless, I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone.” Jack grumbled affectionately. They may not have been his real father’s, yet; they were all he had in this world, and they did care for him. “Okay, okay. I’ll be back by Eleven. No alcohol, I know...” Not like he could drink, he wasn’t old enough anyway; not to mention his medication didn’t allow him to drink. “I love you too, send my love to Dad.” Jack finished, hanging up the phone. Fingers pulling at his pocket, sliding his phone back inside. 

   Kicking his leg, he pushed his body from the wall. Darkened hues glanced around the area. He was supposed to meet his school friends at three. He still had an hour to kill. Rounding the corner of the street, a chill struck his spine. His feet scuffled as he stopped head in his tracks, eyes flashing a golden hue for just a moment. A hand gripped tightly at his hair, the voices screaming through his brain. It sounded like a warning, but he needed to shut them out..

   Darkness engulfed him, the fear followed. Evil was the only thing he could feel around him. He shook his head, regaining his vision, albeit rather blurred. His eyes searched for the figure causing such fear. He’d never felt it quite like this before. 

   Finally Jack’s dark brown eyes set upon him, a figure of nightmares. Yet, just an ordinary man to look at. He couldn’t understand why he was so struck with fear. Jack’s hand gently slipped into his pocket, hands gripping tightly to his phone, in case of emergency. “Excuse me, d-do I know you?” 

[nephilimhearts]

Closed starter for @littest-winchester

   LIFTING THE plastic starbucks cup to his lips, Jack sipped at the dark coffee from within. Hands fumbling upon a Nougat bar, ripping the foil from the bar. After taking a bite, he placed it down upon his table, clicking his fingers in his own hands; setting them down upon his laptops keyboard. A sigh parted from his lips, as he dragged defeated hands down his face. Writers block. His story was due in a little under a week, and he was not even close to finishing it. The brothers hadn’t graced his dreams with their presence in a little while; and as such, he had no new material to work with. 

   A grunt parted his lips as he dropped his head roughly upon his keyboard, complete incoherent jumbled letters littered his laptops screen. “Work... stupid... brain.” Jack spoke, between knocking his head onto his laptop. Sitting upright, darkened hues finally glanced upon the stranger sat closest to him. “Excuse me, please; I’m begging you. Distract me from my work.” Jack said, a scoffing laugh parting his lips.

[nephilimhearts]

Closed starter for @d-winchestcr

   MANUSCRIPT IN hand, Jack made his way down the cobbled path; darkened hues scanning the words upon the page. His latest draft of his favourite story, something which he believed to have dreamt up. This tale told the story of the Winchester brothers fighting a town of Zombies, only to find that their culprit was a Wraith. Jack had always been told he had an overactive imagination, but the dreams he had about these characters were so realistic; perhaps that was why he loved them. He dreamed of life with something MORE.

   While his gaze was fixated upon his documents, he’d not noticed the towering figure. Colliding with the figure, handwritten papers flying across the street. A grunt passed his lips, beep brown hues suddenly panic struck. This was his assignment, he couldn’t hand it in late again. Jack pounced upon a page, outstretching fingers to grab a few loose papers. “I’m so sorry, M---” 

   Stopping short of finishing his sentence, eyebrows furrowed when he lay eyes upon the familiar man. He could already feel the migraine pressing against his mind. The Figure looked as described in his own writing, one of the characters he adored from his own dreams, one he brought to life in stories. “Your not real...” The boy whispered, pressing hands up against his ears, eyes clenching tightly shut.

[nephilimhearts]

Closed starter for @novakhuntress

   DARKENED HUES set upon the books falling to the ground, a hand reached out to catch them, fingers flexing outstretched. Without knowing, something within Jack awoke, once brown used glowed a vibrant golden, the several books falling from the blond’s bag froze in mid-air. A panic struck Jack, he shut his eyes quickly, fingers pressed against his eyelids; rubbing them to make the strange things go away. Hearing the clattering of something hitting the floor, his eyes snapped open. 

   Thankfully, he stopped his power; hoping nobody had saw Jack moved to the books, lifting them from the ground. Once again, his darkened hues looked to the girl. “Uhm, Claire, right? I think we have English together...” He noted, holding her books out for her to retrieve. He tilted his head in direction to her bag, a smile etched onto his lips subtly. He spoke as if nothing had just happened, for all he knew, it was his brain playing tricks on him. “I think you left your bag open...”

[nephilimhearts]

Closed starter for @seraphichearts

   FINGERS RAPIDLY typing on the keys of his laptop, an epic tale of Hunting flowing from his mind. The Two brothers who lead the story, Sam and Dean; accompanied by an Angel companion, Castiel: Hunting for down a rogue reaper. A smile etched onto the corner of his lips, darkened hues scanned the words he was typing as they appeared upon the screen. He adored writing the tale of the two brothers. They were his muse, the reason he got anywhere, and he related so much to the characters in his story. He felt a profound bond to these characters. 

   Gingerly, he lifted the coffee cup to his lips, taking a sip from the warm liquid within. His brow furrowed at a commotion a little away from himself, At the counter of the coffee shop, stood a man, similar to that described of a character from his own book. A sudden white light flashed over his eyes, and a sharp pain tormented his mind. Hands rose to his temples, pressing his palm against his head. The voices booming louder than ever in his mind. Who were these voices?

“Shut, up please... BE QUIET.” Jack grunted in pain, golden hues now looking to the trenched coated figure. Jack gulped in fear, knowing full well what came next. He knew he was about to hurt someone, that’s what happened... The Monster inside hurt those he cared about and he couldn’t stop it. 

[nephilimhearts]

Was that [ALEX CALVERT]? Oh no no, that was just [JACK KLINE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [SUPERNATURAL]. They are [TWENTY] years old and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. ( Penned by Jen~ )

HOW LONG HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN HERE?

Jack thinks he’s been in Washington DC for his whole life.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S JOB?

Jack is unemployed, he studies ‘Creative Writing’ at a local school. 

WHERE HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN PULLED FROM IN THEIR FANDOM?

Jack has been pulled from Season 13 of Supernatural.

HAS ANY MAGIC AFFECTED YOUR CHARACTER?

Jack has lost all of his memories, and has grown to believe he was born in Washington and had a whole life here.

ANY OTHER INFORMATION?

I’m going to ramble on about Jack’s new memories/life so feel free to ignore this:

Jack was orphaned after his mother died in childbirth and his father wasn’t present in the birth and since nobody knew who his father was, he was put up for adoption. He was adopted by a same sex partnership, two dads who wanted nothing more than a son of their own. 

Growing up, Jack always felt different from the other kids, he suffered with frequent headaches, and could swear he heard voices. He looked in the mirror and saw only a monster. His parents told him he was just ‘growing up’. 

Jack was taken to a psychiatrist after an incident in his school. Upon hearing ‘voices’ the pain it caused him, Jack knocked a boy unconscious. Jack swore that he didn’t mean to hurt the boy, and he believed himself to be a freak. After an examination, his psychiatrist put his outbursts down to attention seeking, and that he had an overactive imagination, and mislabeled him with ADHD and dissociative identity disorder(on account of hearing voices.) they gave him a few different medications to try.

Nothing seemed to stop the strange powers that Jack had, so he tried to push them deep down, he truly didn’t want to hurt anyone, and the medication only made things worse. He himself started to believe that his powers were just his imagination. He still hears the voices, and puts it down to his imagination; he also lies to his parents to tell them he doesn’t.

He began to see things in his sleep. Stories of Angels and Hunters whom of which targeted monsters to safe the world. So, Jack believing it all to just be a dream, wrote them down, producing stories out of his two main characters he foresaw. Sam and Dean. Sometimes they were accompanied by another character he believes he made up, Castiel. So, he majors in creative writing.

Jack currently still has all of his powers. 

If anyone wants to plot with Jack Kline hit me up!