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Fallen Loves Part 2

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, Jack x Adoptive Mother!Reader

Part 2: The Foundling

Word Count: 4060

Summary: Kelly’s pregnancy is coming to an end, she leaves you and Castiel a dying wish. After she dies, she give you and Castiel the responsibility to take care of her son like your own but things will prove to be difficult when you’re left to protect Jack with a broken heart and broken Winchesters.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Character Death, Season 13 spoilers in this part and the upcoming ones.

A/N – Overall title was thankfully given by @misticty – my bestie; I love you and thank you! - ‘To play on the fallen angel thing but also shows why jack is alone in most of the images’ and this weeks title was given by @feelmyroarrrr

You felt empty but knew that you had to do everything in your power to protect Kelly’s baby boy. Cas was no longer in the picture and although it tore you apart to the point where you thought you couldn’t function. You couldn’t just leave Jack to fend for himself. A baby, even though he the spawn of Lucifer, couldn’t fend for himself. You just had to pray that you could suck it up and take on these newly found responsibilities to care for a Nephilim.

With Dean still kneeling by Cas, you left him to grieve. You had passed the shock and denial stage and all you felt was complete nothingness. Like there was a hole left in your chest or your heart had been ripped from your ribcage and been squeezed until you were left with a sense of longing for Castiel and a sense of maternal instinct to protect Jack materialising within you.

You left without a word. A fire building in the pit of your stomach, like a power was transferring from another into you. It pushed you toward the cabin in search for Jack, unbeknownst to you Dean had briefly recovered to put on a facade of a tough guy, who hadn’t just lost a friend that meant the world to him, and followed you inside.

Creeping up the stairs and peeking around the frame in the nursery door, you saw a grown naked man sitting on the floor next to Jack’s crib, his eyes glowing yellow. The said baby not in his crib, the one Kelly had demanded and cried for during the hormones of the pregnancy.

You heard another unfamiliar voice, ‘father?’

Sam repetitively whispered no. It didn’t sound right; it sounded as if he was scared. ‘I-I-I’m not your father, Jack.’ Sam stumbled over his words, shuffling on his feet, undecided on whether he should stay put or run as fast as he could. ‘It is Jack, right?’

Jack?

How could that have been possible. Jack should have been a baby, you were supposed to take care of a baby!

‘Father.’ Jack repeated.

With your heart racing and your mind and legs having an argument, your legs won, lifting them and drawing you into the room slowly. As not to startle either Sam or the Nephilim, you cleared your throat, making your presence known to each of them.

‘Jack?’ You raised your hands, showing him that you were of no threat and not there to cause any harm. ‘It’s okay. You’re safe, we’re not here to hurt you, okay? Your mom...’

‘My mother, you know her?’ Jack’s eye still glowed an illuminous yellow. It scared the hell out of you but you had to stand your ground, you knew how much power a Nephilim held. And if he couldn’t control it, there would be serious consequences – for everyone around you.

Before you could answer, you heard the door of the cabin being swung open, footstep following closely behind, thudding with every step he took.

‘Sam? Sammy. Y/N?’ Dean’s voice boomed through from the bottom floor to the top.

‘We’re in here.’ Sam had answered for the both of you, never once removing your eyes from the child with the powerfully amber lit ones.

Dean walked in behind you, catching one glimpse of the Nephilim and immediately raising his gun and shooting at him.

‘No.’ Sam’s voice raised.

Flinching, Jack closed his eyes but quickly recovered, his eyes trained on the three of you. His mouth opened wide and the wave lengths running through the air shattered the windows, slowing down yours and the Winchesters’ movements and pushing you away so you were far away from the scared child.

What had felt like hours to you, a mere five seconds in real time, had passed before you all had been shoved against the wall away from Jack, all hitting your heads roughly against the wall, effectively being knocked out

You woke up with a gasp of Castiel’s name running passed your lips, your head pounding as if your brain was having a battling with your temple. At the time, Dean was holding his head, seemingly having the same effect of a headache that you were having and Sam had jolted awake, slapping away the remnants of his dream or nightmare, everyone’s reaction implied the latter.

Sam and Dean jumped from their spots on the floor, having a quicker reaction time than you, obviously, it took you a little longer to shake your head and get up off the floor, your thoughts jumbled as you saw the spawn of Lucifer in action. You were screwed if anything else was going to happen to the three of you.

‘Can he teleport?’ Dean demanded an answer.

‘Dean, he’s a kid. He won’t be able to control his powers after just hours of being born.’

‘He nearly killed us, Y/N, and you’re defending him!’ He roared.

‘I’m defending him because you scared him, you waltzed in there, guns blazing. You shot first, you didn’t even attempt to talk to him. He was fine just talking to Sam and I, and you shot at the damn kid, one of the most powerful kids, might I add, like a freaking psycho.

‘Didn’t you say that it isn’t just black and white with monsters. This kid could have been good and you took a shot at him. You took a shot at my kid, he’s my responsibility and now he gone. Alone in this world, naked, why can’t you just think for one goddamn second?’

Dean fumbled with the keys to his beloved car until he found the right key. ‘One, don’t quote me to me and B, he’s Lucifer’s son, what more do you need to prove he’s a bad kid?’

‘Oh I don’t know, the fact that he’s half human!’ You all but shouted at him, pulling open the back door to the impala and getting in with a huff of annoyance.

Sam had got the information of Jack’s whereabouts from a restaurant called Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats. He led you and his brother to the North Cove precinct in Washington where the Sheriff had told Sam that she had kept Jack at the station, gave him some clothes for the lost and found, and taken his fingerprint; find something peculiar – although not to the three of you – in the scanning database.

When you got there, you hopped out of the impala and sprinted toward the flickering lights within the precinct. Jack was screaming, clutching at his head, a sheer sign of the Angel radio blasting and thrumming through his eardrums. Lights exploding above him as he tried to stop the pain or tried to figure out what the source was.

He laid eyes upon Dean, you noticed, and his irises shone brighter, before he could do any harm, though, Sam had shot him with a taser gun, rendering him unconscious.

‘Nice shot.’ Dean had said, you only rolled your eyes at him, weighing up whether it was a good or a bad thing to have electrocuted the Nephilim.

The bad being you had scolded Dean for shooting at him but the good being it had knocked Jack out so that he could feel pain nor could he hurt anyone else.

Sam tentatively ambled towards Jack’s crumpled body, checking him but the cock of a gun had caught your attention. The Sheriff.

‘Don’t-’ Sheriff Christine Barker surveyed the area, clearly walking in and getting the wrong idea of what was happening. ‘What the hell is going on here?’

Breathing out a sigh, the three of you raised your hands at the view of the gun pointed and ready to shoot.

Christine had thrown you, the younger Winchester and the Nephilim into the cell and locked you inside, cuffing Dean to question him on the situation she had walked in on. As she sat him down, Christine had spread out his arsenal on her desk.

‘I’m sorry, say that again.’ Her expression no doubt incredulous as he told her about himself, his brother and you, about what you did – what you really did.

You sat with your knees drawn up to your chest, your chin resting atop of them. The picture of inside the cell became blurry and you found that it was because of your tears, Cas’ death replaying over and over and over again inside your mind, you hadn’t realised your body wracking with sobs until Sam had placed a hand on your shoulder to calm and bring you comfort.

Your sobs had awoken Jack but he had spun around so quickly it made your head spin, he retreated away from you his eyes glowing once more and trained on you and Sam.

‘Woah, woah, woah. Easy, easy, easy, easy. It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re not gonna hurt you.’

‘You already hurt me.’ Jack spat out at Sam, he apologised to him, trying to explain that he wanted to slow Jack down before he hurt his brother and himself.

‘Jack?’ Your voice coming out steady and soft, as not to rattle and provoke him further. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I don’t- I- I was scared.’ The Nephilim revealed, his glowing eyes reverting back to their original blue. ‘When I get scared, things… happen. I can’t stop them.’

He shook his head, not understand the power he held within himself.

‘Why were you scared?’ Sam asked, still leaning his weight away from the powerful child.

‘Because of the voices. They were so loud… so angry.’ His voice lowered.

Wiping away the stray tears, you slowly let your legs fall to the floor, leaning toward him. You were still skeptical that this was Jack Kline, the fully grown kid that was supposed to be a baby. ‘Do you- do you hear them now?’

From the crouching position Jack was in, he truly thought about the answer, listening carefully to what was inside his own head. ‘No.’

You and Sam let out a breath that neither of you thought that you were holding, thankful that the Angels had been silenced.

To your surprise, Jack had carefully sat down on one of the benches in the cell, crossing his legs as if he was in elementary school. He was so pure and he held all this power that had been passed down from his archangel father. How they were related you had no idea.

‘I’m sorry… would you tell them that I’m sorry?’

‘Oh, Jack, honey, of course. We know you didn’t meant too okay. We’ll protect you. I’ll protect you.’

Jack nodded his thanks and smiled honestly, not that he would know the difference but it was nice to see someone so… so innocent considering the way that he had been brought into the world.

‘How are you- um- how are we talking right now? You’re supposed to be a day old and you speak English?’

You were just as confused as Sam was but was thankful that he had asked the question that had been playing on your mind.

‘My mother, birth mother, taught me.’ A proud grin on his face as he spoke fondly of Kelly. Jack explained that he had become Kelly but didn’t learn his powers from her. He stood from his place in the cell and walked over to the window. ‘I don’t know why these things happen. It’s like I’m me but not… me.’

‘Jack, before you were born you opened up a door to another door. Do you remember that?’ Sam kept him talking and Jack traced his fingers against the cement walls before clenching his fists. He spoke his affirmation, Sam following up with the question of whether he could do it again.

The boy hesitated, he shook his head and changed the subject. ‘I have to find my father. He’ll protect me.’

Your eyes shot to Jack, already arguing that it was a bad idea. Sam on the exact same page as you but when he mentioned Lucifer, the boy said that Lucifer wasn’t his father’s name.

‘My father is Castiel.’ You gasped as the Nephilim said your dead Angel’s name, he took a seat again. ‘And my mother said that Castiel, he would protect me. She said that she would no longer be my mother after she goes, that Y/N would protect me too. She said that the world is a dangerous place. I couldn’t be a baby or a child so I had to grow up fast. That’s why I chose him to be my father and her my mother. Where are they?’

Sam swallowed and bluntly said that Castiel was dead, Jack’s hopeful face dropped, he was upset too. He hadn’t already met Castiel yet he loved him. To recover Jack’s fallen mood, Sam pointed to your frozen frame, ‘but this- this is Y/N.’

‘Mother!?’ The word finally brought you out of your stupor and you shook your head.

‘Hey Jack,’ you replied with a small curl of your lips, ‘but you don’t have to call me mother. It makes me feel old.’ You let out a watery chuckle. ‘Castiel’s gone but I’m still here and I’ll protect you the best I can. I promise.’

Dean strolled in, ‘we’re good to go.’

‘Really?’ ‘Are you sure?’ You and Sam answered at the same time.

The older Winchester nodded, telling you both that he gave the Sheriff the talk and that she would need to process the information.

With you sitting next to him and offering him comfort, Jack remained still as Dean talked about getting out and going back home, commenting on getting rid of the Nephilim.

Sam and you had jumped from your seats, telling Dean that Jack was a good kid and nothing like Lucifer.

A commotion had arisen from the front of the precinct and Dean rushed out to see what it was leaving you, Sam and Jack still in the cell.

Creaking and cracking came from another exit, Sam had walked along the length of the cell gate. The door window cracked before it was ripped off of its hinges, that being the fault of a celestial being, of two of them. The taller darker skinned Angel’s eyes glowing blue; Jack’s ears ringing out as the Angel radio blasted his ear drums.

Meanwhile the woman had torn off the cell door, attempting to take Jack but you wouldn’t let her, neither would Sam. He punched her while you threw yourself in front of Jack, ready to take on the Angels after him.

Sam dealt with the female Angel, until she overpowered him and slammed him into the wall. The male had taken over kicking Sam in the head and in the ribs, whilst the woman made a move to attack you.

Her fists swung back and forth, the skin on your cheeks breaking and bleeding as her knuckles collided with your face. She wasn’t getting Jack if you had something to do with it. You would do everything in your power to protect him, even if it meant getting a few licks off of an angry Angel.

Their torture continued until you had – unintentionally – left your post in front of Jack. The Angels had got a hold of Jack and only got to the jail cell door before Sam had blasted them away with a sigil; Jack, as well as an Angel blade, dropping to the floor.

‘Jack,’ you whispered in a hoarse voice, ‘are you okay, honey?’

Another Angel, the chick you saw earlier at the restaurant, strutted in without a care in the world – like most Angels.

The taller Winchester warned her not to touch him, to stay away from him as she looked into the cell at Jack. She nodded and held her blade out so that Sam could take it, but the hesitation he had caused her to snarl shouting that if the Angels couldn’t have him, nobody could. Right then, she flipped her hand and stabbed the Nephilim in the chest.

‘Jack! No!’ You cried out, unbelieving that you could lose Castiel and Jack in such a short time frame. Jack fell to his knees before Sam had stabbed her stomach, obliterating her from her chosen vessel. She fell to the floor with a thud but when you reached Jack, he wasn’t affected at all. You stood there stunned as he pulled the blade out of his chest, blood covering the blade but none dripping from the wound that should have been there.

‘How? How are yo-? What?’

‘I’m fine.’ He simply said.

You sat with Jack on the bench outside the precinct, the Sheriff’s son being wheeled away on a gurney into the ambulance.

Jack’s hands resting on his thighs, you took one of his in yours, covering the back of his hand was the only comfort you could provide.

Leading Jack to the impala, you sat in the back with him, sitting in silence as Sam and Dean threw open the doors and shuffled in the front, heading back to the cabin.

‘Can I tell you something, Y/N?’ Jack whispered in a low voice. Your head rested against the back bench of the impala and you rolled it to the side so that you could face him, one of your eyes opening a slither so that you could just see him.

‘Of course, Jack.’

‘I like nougat. I tried some today, and I liked it.’

You snorted at him, ‘good for you Jack. If you want, when we get to a gas station, I’ll buy you a whole back full of nougat bars. Just make it last and don’t eat them…’ you paused to yawn, ‘don’t eat them all at once because I don’t know what your digestive system or metabolism is like yet.’

‘Thank you, Y/N. You’re the best.’

When you arrived, you shoved the door open and overheard the Winchesters talk about burning Castiel’s body. You couldn’t listen to another word; you still refused to believe that he was really, truly, gone. You led Jack inside of the cabin, apologising with every chance you got that you hadn’t protected him like you had promised.

‘It’s okay, Y/N. You tried – to the best of your ability, you protected me like you promised. I am alive,’ he paused, ‘because of you and Sam and Dean. I am safe. It it more than I could say if I was in the custody of Lucifer. I’m glad I chose you as my mother.’

Licking your lips, you looked down at your feet, hopping from one foot to the other. You cleared your throat and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. Jack had chosen you and Castiel to be his parents but you were the only one left.

‘Sorry, I- um, I’m thankful you gave me a chance to protect you. But if you do something stupid, I will not hesitate to turn on my mom mode and kick your ass into shape. If something goes bad then- then we’ll figure it out.’ You told him with all seriousness, pointing a finger at him.

Jack looked behind him, trying to angle his head correctly, ‘my- my ass is out of shape? I don’t-’

You lightly chuckled, ‘no Jack. It’s just an expression. It means that there will be repercussions if you intentionally do something bad, if it’s an accident we work out what caused it and try to fix it. We do everything we can to help you, to steer away from the bad if it comes to that, but we’ll look after you, we’ll take care of you, I’ll take care of you because it’s my job, because you’re my responsibility, because you’re my son now.’

Sweeping away his unkempt hair, you pecked a kiss on his forehead and lead him inside the house to say goodbye to his birth mom.

Sam followed the two of you in. You bit your lip at the sight of Kelly, her still warm corpse on the bed, under the thin sheet. Standing aside, you gave Jack’s arm a squeeze of reassurance before you let him walk closer to his mother.

He was hesitant in his movements, as he should be, his mother had died giving birth to him, even though he didn’t know a lot of emotions but he experienced grief, sorrow, he even felt the guilt creeping up inside of him.

Slowly reaching out, Jack opened up his hand, his fingers twitching before closing around her clothed feet. He was close to breaking, his eyes swelling, almost puffy and reddening in colour.

The blaring sun had sunk and dawn had now made its appearance, the Winchesters deeming it the right time to burn Castiel’s body, Dean had already prepared his body using the tatty curtains that were there when you, Cas and Kelly had first arrived – trying to protect both Kelly and Jack.

Castiel was on the pyre, your arm around Jack, the tears had already fallen, streaking down your cheeks. Dean was pouring the liquid gas over the pile of wood and the covered and tied body

‘Do you wanna say anything?’ Sam said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his orange jacket.

You shook your head. ‘Can’t, not yet.’ Your throat was sore as it felt like sandpaper working against your windpipe, restricting any further noise coming from you. Resting your head on Jack’s shoulder, you tilted your head upwards, glancing at Jack to see if he had any words for his father figure.

‘What do you say?’

‘Right.’ he paused, remembering that Jack was only but born a day ago. ‘Thank you. You say thank you and you say you’re sorry. You hope that they’re somewhere – uh – without sadness, pain. You hope they are somewhere better.’ He nodded, trying to convince himself. ‘You say goodbye.’

Sam had finished his explanation, you held on tighter to Jack at the thought of saying goodbye to your Angel, to the love of your life, your reason for living. It was harder than you thought, when you didn’t want to let go.

Dean joined the group, standing in between you and Sam, ready but reluctant to ignite the pyre. ‘Well goodbye, Cas.’ Dean fiddled with the lighter in his hand waiting for you to say your final goodbyes.

‘Goodbye, my love.’ It felt like your whole self had collapsed inside of you, your feet feeling heavy and your heart feeling empty.

Surprisingly, Dean continued, albeit with an understandably hoarse voice, ‘goodbye Kelly, goodbye Crowley, goodbye mom.’

‘We don’t even know-’

‘Yeah we do. We do, Sam. Lucifer killed her the moment he realised we trapped his ass, he killed her, you know he did.’ He stared down at his feet to compose himself, already facing the fact that he lost his mom and everyone else that he had grown fond of dead. ‘She’s gone, they’re all gone.’

No more words were spoken between you, the Winchesters and the Nephilim. Dean flipped the lid of the lighter then flicked it so the flame sparked.

He couldn’t even look as he tossed the lighter into the pyre.

The flames whooshed and grew, the oranges and yellow licked and kissed the air on the cold night in Washington. The ring of wood ignited and you were blinded by the light and stepped back from the heat. Jack arm hesitantly came to wrap around your shoulder, offering you the small comfort that he had slowly learned.

Tears gathered in Dean’s eyes, you noticed when you looked over at him, you were sure that they matched your own.

Licking your lips and biting the bottom one, you put an end to your quivering lip and grabbed hold of Dean’s hand, interlinking your fingers together, silently consoling him, needing his to know that you were there too to offer the reassurance that you both needed.

Your life was gone and the foundling was yours to protect and you were going to stick to your promise and oblige Kelly’s wishes and look after her son and to raise him as your own, you just didn’t know whether Dean could keep his opinions about Jack being the spawn of Lucifer to himself. The question was: would nature or nurture with the foundling growing up? Would you be enough to steer him away from the darkness? Could you do this alone? Without Cas?

Lemme know what you think…

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