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[heraldingangel]

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Prayer: Cas can hear prayers from anywhere. Feel free to call on him anytime and he'll show up.

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[progeny]

I don't know what it is then. Sometimes it just gets really loud. And it hurts.

Prayers seem nice. I think I'd prefer to hear them.

Deal!

[heraldingangel]

[ Rereading the message only deepens his confusion. ]

You hear loud voices?

[ That doesn't sound like prayers... ]

What do they want?

[progeny]

It was back home. Not here. There was a lot of noise. But I don't know if they were voices or not. It just hurt to hear.

I didn't like it. That's why I want to hear prayers instead. I just want to be able to hear you and Sam.

[heraldingangel]

[ His grip on the device goes slightly tight. ]

Jack. Those were angels. You were hearing angels.

[ And that answers his question. Now, he's glad he was cautious and didn't try to contact him in the same manner. ]

Perhaps your human side makes you susceptible to our true voice.

[progeny]

I don't like it. But if there's a way to use it to help Sam and Dean, I want to learn to use it too.

[heraldingangel]

Jack. You can't learn how to use it. It's something you either can or can't do. Exposing yourself to the true voice of an angel can kill you. It's why we use vessels, so we can communicate without hurting the ones we want to speak to. It's why I'm in this form. Dean couldn't hear me as I am even when I tempered my powers it still seemed to hurt him.

[progeny]

But I don't know what I can and can't do. I know I have powers, and I want to learn to use them. But I don't know what they are.

When you're feeling better, will you show me?

[heraldingangel]

[ Angels were made at full maturity. There was no need to teach them. Anything they needed to know was preprogrammed and they all knew what was expected them. To see Jack struggle with this is odd to him, but it's something he has no problem taking on. ]

Of course. I'll help you with whatever you need, Jack.

[progeny]

I think that, right now, I just want you to be here.

[it's not an attempt to rush him along. rather, it's just a simple fact. the one thing he wants more than anything else is to get to spend time with castiel. whatever form that takes]

[heraldingangel]

[ An odd statement and one he's not yet capable of understanding. Still, it catches his attention. Draws his brows dows as he turns it over in his head blind to the truth staring him in the face. ]

However long you need me, I'm here.

[progeny]

You're my father. I'm always going to want you with me.

[which is yet another reason why he hates the fact that castiel wasn't there when he was born. another loss, courtesy of lucifer]

[heraldingangel]

[ Surprise flickers across his face at the blatant statement and his grip tightens on the Fluid as a rush of feelings crash down on him all at once. Father?! He swallows, throat tight with emotion he doesn't understand. It builds beneath his chest fast and aching, joy and fear mixed together so tightly they meld into an aching feeling that pierces straight through him leaving him breathless and a little overwhelmed. ]

I [ with his heart racing behind his ribs he finally answers ] didn't know.

[progeny]

I never got to meet you at home. So of course I do.

[heraldingangel]

Jack.

[ He says aloud, unable to keep quiet when he's overflowing with emotions angels were never meant to experience. Yet, they run through him, strong and true, spurred on by a being that was never meant to exist. ]

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

[progeny]

No. The only reason you weren't there is because you died protecting my mom when I was born.

That wasn't your fault. That was Lucifer's.

[and his. but jack's already been admonished for thinking that way by sam. he doesn't want to drag castiel in to that too]

[heraldingangel]

[ All those feelings come crashing down at the mention of his brother. ]

Lucifer?

Lucifer's locked in the cage with Michael.

[progeny]

I don't know about a cage. And I've never met Michael.

But Lucifer was on earth. That's how I was made.

[heraldingangel]

[ How he was made?

.... A sinking feeling settles at the pit of his stomach. ]

What does Lucifer have to do with you?

[progeny]

He's my father.

But not like you. I'm not his son.

[heraldingangel]

[ ... Father? Confusion, thick and strong, sends his thoughts into disarray and the feeling from before only grows. ]

I don't understand.

How are we both your father?

[progeny]

Lucifer is my father by birth. But you're my family. You're the one who took care of us, and hid us from Lucifer. My mom told me that I had to find you. And that you'd protect me.

You're my real father.

[heraldingangel]

[ It's too much to comprehend but he sifts through it nonetheless and finally arrives at the answers he seeks. He wasn't Jack's father. Not by blood. But if there was one thing the Winchesters had taught him it was family didn't end in blood. ]

I will protect you, Jack. Blood or not, you're my family.

[progeny]

[well, as firmly attached to castiel as he is, this only cements it further. his mom really had been right]

I'm really glad that you're here.

[heraldingangel]

If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask.

I'll always come when you call.

[ Is what he leaves him with while he sorts through his own feelings at the recent revelations. Later, when it wasn't so fresh, it would hit him hard just how much devotion he already felt toward him. ]

[progeny]

[he wants to respond to that. wants to continue the conversation simply so he can keep talking to castiel. but knowing that the angel is going to stay with them for a while is enough to tide him over for now. instead, he's going to focus on getting his room ready for castiel to use. first step: working out how to change his sheets.]