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[ 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]

[ There's far too much to unpack there. Lucifer created Jack? For what purpose? Dread rings inside him making his grace hum with mistrust. ]

You rejected your Father?

[ The idea sounds like blasphemy considering their family line but it makes sense. Lucifer was no role model. He was a child. Selfish. Petty. And dangerous. If Jack was his son he could become a weapon of great calamity. But having spoken to him, he doesn't believe it. ]

You said I was teaching you.

[ He flounders for stable ground. Something he can hold onto that makes sense. ]

Why do you want to learn?

Lucifer isn't family. You are, and Sam is.

[this was so much easier the first time round. with castiel already aware of who he was, and sam there to fill in the gaps for him. as grateful as he is that sam isn't trapped in this town anymore, he really does wish he was here to deal with all this.]

I want to be good. You were helping me learn how.

[how to be the complete opposite of what everybody seemed to think he would be. how to be the person that his mom wanted. that she believed he could be. she might not be around to see him do it, but that doesn't mean he's ready to give up. he wants to make his real family proud.]

I've...hurt people. I don't want to do that again.

[ Being called family. Father. It throws open doors no angel was supposed to step past. It makes him hesitant, grace churning inside him at the possibilities ahead. It felt not unlike the time in the green room when Dean pushed him past another door he wasn't supposed to step through. There was no one pushing him this time though. Yet, he stepped forward on his own. ]

I'll teach you.

[ He finds himself saying letting his feelings guide him. He decided on this course once already. A future him, but still him. Trusting in himself, he takes the plunge. ]

If that's what you want.

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[he's silent, at first, not expecting that answer. sure, he may be telling the truth. but castiel doesn't have any reason to believe him. to trust him. and yet, for some reason, he seems to be. and that-

that means everything to him.

which is why his restraint breaks so easily. why, instead of simply accepting the offer with a smile, jack ends up stepping forward. ends up wrapping his arms around castiel in search for the hug he's been missing out on for weeks now. he has no idea how welcome the contact will be. but he isn't thinking that far ahead just now.]

You don't have to do anything for me. I just... I like spending time with you.

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