[ The distance between them stretches over years. All those little moments that once bound them are gone. Erased. Instead of the welcoming father figure he'd once aspired to, Castiel now views him as a raw recruit.
It's a testament to how far he's come that he doesn't reject the hug or break it off. But neither does he welcome it, not yet. Jack is a stranger. A Nephilim. Lucifer's son. By all rights, he should not let him live, and yet his thoughts never go in that direction. He's killed too many of his brethren already. All in self-defense, yet they weigh heavy on him.
Once he's released, a tenuous feeling slides through him unsure what to make of Jack, but one thing is for certain, he'll do his best to mentor him so long as he's willing. ]
.... Friends.
[ He tests out the word, curiosity sneaking up on him as his eyes linger on Jack. It's not what he expected to hear, but then, none of what he's said so far has been. ]
no subject
It's a testament to how far he's come that he doesn't reject the hug or break it off. But neither does he welcome it, not yet. Jack is a stranger. A Nephilim. Lucifer's son. By all rights, he should not let him live, and yet his thoughts never go in that direction. He's killed too many of his brethren already. All in self-defense, yet they weigh heavy on him.
Once he's released, a tenuous feeling slides through him unsure what to make of Jack, but one thing is for certain, he'll do his best to mentor him so long as he's willing. ]
.... Friends.
[ He tests out the word, curiosity sneaking up on him as his eyes linger on Jack. It's not what he expected to hear, but then, none of what he's said so far has been. ]
I'm not opposed to it.