#lucison

[badasshybridqueen]

@lucison  Liked the THING for a tiny starter

“Sorry, did you say you’re here to pick my daughter up?” She questioned brows arched as she stood in the doorway. Her gaze slid down his body briefly and then back up to his face, “You’re a bit tiny to be picking up teenage girls. Did you plan on carrying her over your shoulder and taking her somewhere? Also - who exactly are you?”

[failedhero-archive]

from here [ x ] 

Dean didn’t really know Jack’s mother. The few times he had met her had been at the worst possible moments. Trying to save her. Trying to find her. Trying to convince her to kill the anti Christ siphoning off her life force- you know, a regular day at the office. What he does know is how he felt about his own mother growing up. How thinking about her was always bittersweet, making him happy and depressed simultaneously. Sometimes John would tell him he acted like her or looked like her which would propel him through another shitty year. 

“Yeah kid, I think she’d be real proud of you” there’s still a chance that he’d go dark side and in that situation Dean would have to......he’d have to...... But Jack’s fine. Doesn’t have to think about that yet. “It’s good to have you back” he claps him on the back like he does with Sam which was maybe just a bit too hard.

[conscriptur-a]

@lucison continued from here

        “ Hi, Jack. ”

         A short response, spoken breathlessly as emotion was quick to take over as Kelly wrapped her arms tightly around her son. There was a further squeeze of her arms just to feel the warmth of him, to know he was alive and well. All she ever wanted was right there in front of her. Her son. Kelly was overcome with so much joy tears began to fall silently down her cheeks. There was a notion of not letting go but she could not just sit there embracing her son forever. 

         The young mother leaned back taking in the face of her son, not what she had expected--correction--much older than she had expected but he was definitely Jack. His eyes, though they held just as emotion that her’s did at this moment, they were so bright and beautiful. Kelly went through every feature of him; his nose, his ears, his cheekbones, his mouth. Jack was perfect. Her son was perfect and just being able to finally see him standing right there in front of her, she was full of so much love. “ Look at you... ”

[fallenregent-a]

@lucison

        ‘ you claim to be an angel , a divine & holy spirits . please tell me why you’ve become such a pain in my ass if you’re expected to be elegant ? ‘

[failedhero-archive]

[vikingwitchtm-blog]

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?“ Jack is good, he tries, deep in his bones, the human part that came with his mother wishes to be good and do good. But there is also a darkness and desire for greatness that he knows comes from no one else but his father. Blue gaze cast down, the nephilim wraps arms around his legs, feeling vulnerable. “You say that now. If you knew what I could do    who my father is. “

FREYA REMAINED UNFAZED. She kept a healthy distance  between her and the boy. “ Well I’m no stranger to having monsters for parents. ” The boy seemed so sure of whatever he could do, it only seemed logical not to find out exactly what he could do. Feet carefully bring her forward as slender arms come to a  cross. “ But just for the sake of knowing, who exactly is your father? ”     /       @lucison : continued  !

[stardvstdaughter]

@lucison (cont.):

“BUT I WAS TOLD LYING IS BAD.“ Jack doesn’t know how to lie yet, it’s not in his body to do so properly, though he had seen the Winchesters do so all the time. He had also begun to learn to omit the truth, something he preferred over straight out lying. “Lying can hurt people.”

"Truth can hurt people, too.”  Hell, learning the literal and oftentimes fatal reality of monsters and demons and angels had torn her away from any possibility of living in the peaceful complacency of a ‘normal’ life.  Blue eyes remained averted, finding temporary focus on worrying her mostly eaten bowl of cereal with a spoon.  She didn’t often drop by the bunker, but there was no denying that it was one of the very few places that she could hide out without any questions asked.  One of the only places in the world where she felt truly safe.  

And now, the apparent home to a kid named Jack who was radiating waves of celestial power like an overheated Chernobyl reactor.  

"I mean, just like― most of the time you’re gonna set people off, I guess.  Tell them the whole truth and they’ll think you’re some kind of weirdo.”  She fished a scant spoonful of cheerios out of the bowl, chewing them a bit too intently to maintain any real front of casual conversation.  Small talk wasn’t exactly her strong suit, and an old nagging voice that must have once sounded like her mother insisted she was being rude.  

She couldn’t help it.  It was―  eerie, the way Jack talked.  The curious but somehow alien look in his eyes.  Almost like...

                                                                               An angel.

――A robot.  

[fellforth]

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