@angclwiings
Coming into a new world was scary enough, but seeing someone standing there, several feet taller than himself was scarier. For Jack, it almost came off threatening. He was huddled in the corner, and even though there was a grin on his face, the boy used it more as a mechanism than anything else. If he didn’t look scared – they couldn’t assume he was. After all, these people had been trying to murder him for the last several months simply because of who his father was. “He’s dead.” Castiel. Jack had personally picked him. He had shown him the world he could create as long as he was able to be born -- or at least a version of it. Castiel was stronger than the rest of the angels. Jack may not know his entire story, but he wanted to.
He had been able to resurrect his mother -- so why couldn’t he try to resurrect an angel, too? Archangels -- or in his case, half-archangels had abilities no other angels had, didn’t they? His access to Enochian magic was strong enough, but combine it with the fuel his human soul gave, he was far superior than most angels and humans alike. Jack finally stood to his feet, waving a hand to make clothing appear on his body. He didn’t have full access to his abilities, but there were certain things that just came naturally. He didn’t care that Sam Winchester was following behind him, confusion etched on his face. The only thing Jack cared about was making it to his guardian -- the angel he had chosen for such a task. Getting Dean out of the way, though. That was another story entirely.
“I can save him.” He muttered in the blond’s direction, head tilting to take in the dead body on the ground. Jack could see the outline of wings burnt into the ground and he could see no trace of angelic grace coursing through the vessel. The Nephilim leaned down, hand pressed against the body, eyes relinquishing their natural blue for a golden color. He could only hope this worked.