Devil In Me (Jack Kline/Supernatural)

3. Belief

I found Jack sitting against the wall, his head in his knees. A flash back of a memory hit me hard, almost taking me off of my feet.

Chained to the wall, wounds oozing blood, I could hardly breathe. Sam had just cleared me of all that made me, well, me. Demons caught on, dad caught on, and here I was.

"Lapis?" Someone called. Castiel. His voice was, for once, a welcoming sound. It pleased my ears and I strained to cry out to him.

"Cas!" I rasped, struggling to breathe.

The angel appeared and blasted my restraints. He carefully picked me up and healed my wounds, carrying me from the cell in Hell.

"Is she okay?!" Sam asked as Cas teleported us to the boys.

"I'm fine..." I said, wrapping my arms around the Moose.

Later, I confessed to Sam that I felt more evil then I ever had. I did nothing wrong, but no one seemed to care that I was good now. Everyone treated me like shit.

Except the Winchester's and their angel.

"I believe that you're good. Even when you had black eyes, you weren't half as bad as the demons we've met. You never used me like Ruby. You didn't betray us like your father. You did at first, but you weren't for us then, either. You're good, you always have been. I believe in you, Lapis." Sam told me, his arms wrapped tightly around me. That was the first moment in my entire existence that I realized someone gave a shit about me.

"Jack? Hey... We've been looking for you..." I told him, sitting down next to him. I carefully placed my hand on his shoulder, hoping it would calm him.

"Everyone was so angry... I wanted to be gone, and suddenly, I was." He confessed.

"You could have come into my room. I wasn't angry." I told him.

He shrugged. "I didn't know I could go there."

"Anytime you need me, Jack." I replied, smiling a little.

Silence ensued, and I decided to break it. "You're powerful, Jack. Stronger than anything we've seen. The things you could do.... So much raw power is amazing. But you need to learn to control your powers. It's safest that way."

"Is that why Dean hates me?" Jack asked. The look of utter pain and hurt in his face made my heart ache.

"He doesn't hate you. Sometimes he gets so emotional and angry, his head gets all muddy and confused. He just needs some time to cool down. He feels like he has to protect you, and maybe protect everyone from you."

"Maybe I'm not worth all of this." He said, looking at me with so much pain and sadness, I felt like I was going to break.

"Your mom thought you were. Cas did, too. So does Sam, and so do I. Look, I know what it's like... to feel evil and like maybe you're better off dead. But I promise you, that's not true." I explained, memories of the worst portion of my life flooding my head.

"Really?" He asked.

I nodded. "I'll tell you all about that another time, okay? Let's get back inside." I stood up and offered my hand to Jack.

Jack grabbed my hand and I pulled him up to his feet. I smiled softly and took his hand in mine, pulling him along, back to the hotel.

"Thank you, Lapis.." he whispered softly. I simply smiled and took him back to his room.