heraldingangel | Inbox for deerington

[ A troubled look mars his face unable to comprehend the string of messages left on his device. He scrolls through each one convinced there's a misunderstanding here. Why would some stranger miss him? It's all rather disconcerting. ]

I think you have the wrong number.

[ Sam told him about those odd occurrences, so he knows how to handle it. ]

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[it isn't the text that has him scrambling to respond. instead, it's the name attached to it. he'd thought, after all those days of silence, that castiel was ignoring him. as much as it hurt to believe, it was still better than the alternative. still better to be ignored by choice rather than an inability to respond.

but then castiel's name flashes up on his phone, and jack...

is left confused.]

No. You're Castiel, aren't you?

It's Jack.

[ His eyes narrow. ]

Yes, my name is Castiel.

[ He looks at his username and thinks he should have used 'Beyonce' instead. Next time. ]

I don't know a Jack. Who are you and how did you get this number?

[ Then, as an after thought: ] Are you a Hunter?

You don't remember me?

[it's the part that stands out, more than any of the questions. sure, he knows that castiel hasn't even met his mom yet. but he knew who jack was, even before he arrived here. so...something must have happened. something to change all that]

I live with Sam and Dean. Not the ones who are here though.

Did something happen to you? Was it Lucifer?

[ He relaxes a little at the mention of the brothers, but it's short-lived. For one, the brothers didn't live anywhere and two, Sam was locked up in the cage with Lucifer and Micheal. A thought that he hones in on the moment he mentions Lucifer. ]

Lucifer is locked up.

You would know that if you knew either Sam or Dean. So, who are you?

[he just stares at the message for a few moments. none of this is making any kind of sense to him.]

I mean the Lucifer who's here. Did he hurt you?

And I told you who I am. My name's Jack. You're my father.

[he's never missed having sam around half as much as he does right now]

[ A surge of panic rings through him, clutching at his throat as he probes the area for his brother. He hits a wall almost immediately, the same one that prevented him from flying back to Heaven. ]

Where is he?!

[ He demands, already putting together an attack strategy. How did he get out? Dean's name rings in his mind as he reads the latter half of the message. ]

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[ His stomach drops. Whether it's from the thought that Dean went and messed with the cage or the familial claim, he doesn't know, but it serves to halt him in place. ]

I'm sorry.[ He shakes his head. ] But I'm not your father.

[he hates this. hates all of it. without castiel in front of him, he has no way of knowing if he's hurt. if there's something wrong that he can help the angel with that will undo the past few minutes. but with all that he's saying, jack isn't sure he could deal with being forgotten like this, face to face. it's hard enough as it is]

What happened to you? Why don't you remember me anymore?

Are you saying my memories have been tampered with? Is that what happens in this place?

[ He doesn't believe it. He can't. An angel's memories weren't so easily manipulated, but then... angels weren't so easy to imprison. He's only been awake a few hours, but already he's gathered enough information to give him an idea of what's going on. Nothing good, obviously, but he never suspected memory manipulation. ]

I don't know. You knew who I was, before. But now you don't. And I don't know how to fix that.

[maybe he should've joined sam on more of those information gathering trips. but if he can get back to deerington, he can at least check through the notes again to see if there's something he's missed.

though, hold on-]

You've been here longer than any of us. Wouldn't you know if this has happened before?

[ Was he trying to pull a fast one on him? ]

I don't see how that's possible when I just woke up here today.

[...oh.

it takes a few minutes before he responds. time spent trying to work out what he can actually say to that. if castiel just arrived here, that has to mean that the one he knew had gone home. and he has no idea how to feel about that.]

People come here from different moments in time. You haven't been here before.

And you haven't met my mom yet.

Who's your mother?

[ Sorry Jack, but he's trying to put pieces together that don't fit. He's an angel. He's not a father. ]

I heard about the timeline discrepancies.

[ He's been awake a few hours. He didn't waste that time standing idly by. ]

And you think... I was here before? That I'm your father? [ He shakes his head. ] Jimmy only had a daughter, Claire.

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Her name was Kelly Kline. You protected her before I was born.

[as for jimmy and claire, he's clueless. but it doesn't matter, as far as he's concerned. not when he already knows who his parents are]

I know you have no reason to believe me. But I wouldn't lie. Especially not to you.

You're my father.

[ Kelly Kline? The name stirs nothing within him, though the idea of protecting her doesn't seem out of place. He's a soldier. It was his job to protect innocent souls. ]

Jack. I don't think you understand. I can't be your father. I'm an angel of the Lord.

[ Yet, his insistence does lead him to question what kind of future lies ahead of him. ]

[he knows he should probably point out that castiel isn't technically his father. but he doubts that bringing up lucifer will end well. so instead-]

I'm a nephilim.

[ A... nephilim. But how? They weren't... You're my Father. Chaos reigns inside him, his thoughts stuttering to a stop. ]

Where are you?

In my room. In the hotel.

[and for good measure, there's a prayer sent through. a careful "castiel" said into the empty space around him. he has no idea if this hotel will keep him from hearing it or not. but, well... he can hope]

[ The prayer hums through him and he follows it back to its source. The sound of dozens of voices whispering in an ancient tongue heralds his arrival, they crescendo to a higher octave rising higher and higher before the wind picks up the sound vanishing without a trace when he appears a few paces from Jack. He stares at him from across the room, his eyes looking past his vessel into something deeper. ]

... You have a soul. [ And yet, he could clearly see his - ] And grace.

[the moment that castiel arrives, jack is back on his feet again. but he has to force himself not to act on his first instinct. not to close the space to initiate the hug he wants most. castiel had never taken the first step, before. so he doubts he'd be particularly accepting of it now.

so instead, jack just gives him an open and honest smile, relief clearly present in the way his shoulda finally intense themselves. having castiel right there is enough.]

Because I'm half human, and half angel. You were...helping me learn how to be both.

[ The words catch him off guard, and his eyes blink back away from the depths of his being to focus on his face. His mouth thins into a grim line. There's too much here he doesn't understand. Too much that seems impossible and yet, he can't deny the facts. He's a Nephilim. But... was he his... ]

You said I protected your mother. Kelly Kline. [ The name sounds foreign to him still, yet he lingers on it, giving it more thought. ] From what or who?

From...everyone.

[which is technically true. even though now, after having met sam and dean, he knows he should have trusted them too. knows that, regardless of the outcome, they would've tried to do the right thing. maybe if he had trusted them, they would've found a way to save his mom too.]

Angels tried to kill my mom. But...there was a demon. You stopped her, and you kept us safe.

[there's an urge to call on his guide. to try and find some kind of comfort where he'd usually turn to the angel in front of him. especially in light of the admission he knows he needs to make next.]

I chose you to be my father because I trust you. But...Lucifer- He's my birth father. You protected us from him.

[ Time marks the distance between them making it impossible to view those words through any other lens than the one he resides in. 2010. After stopping the Apocalypse. ]

Nephilims aren't supposed to exist. The angels... they follow orders. [ A narrative starts to emerge and his eyes drift to the side while he rearranges the puzzle pieces to build a picture of a future that's come crashing to his doorstep. ] Heaven must have ordered your death. I [ he stops, eyes shifting to Jack ] ... I must have stood against them.

[ His throat moves, swallowing any misgivings about his role in Jack's conception. He doesn't know what to think about it. He knew he was picking up on human habits but this? It leaves him floundering, the feeling embedding itself between his ribs until the mention of a certain archangel startles him back to the present. ]

Lucifer?

[ He whispers, eyes widening, disbelief clear in his gaze. Castiel learned to love humanity, but Lucifer? He abhorred God's favorite creation. Why would he... Nothing made sense again. ]

Lucifer is your father? [ He says aloud, and it sounds even more ridiculous than it did in his head. ] He fell in love with a human? Kelly Kline?

[ Because of course, that's how he'd think about it. ]

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[the first part he's already lived through, first hand. the angels already made it clear what they plan on doing to him. and while their blade hadn't been able to do him any damage, jack knows it's only a matter of time before they try again. and the next time, he knows they'll be better prepared. he can only hope that sam and dean aren't caught in the crossfire.]

Lucifer didn't care about my mom.

[that part he knows for sure. if he had, he would've been there. would have been the one to protect his mom instead. wouldn't have tried to reach out to him in the way he did]

I...don't know why he made me. But I don't care. He's not my real father, and he never will be.

[that role will always firmly sit on castiel's shoulders, dead or alive]

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