Devil In Me (Jack Kline/Supernatural)

4. Sneeze

I woke up in the morning, feeling refreshed. The sleep I had gotten was amazing, despite the hard motel bed. My depression was good for one thing, and that was giving me good sleep.

I gathered my supplies and knocked on the door to the boys' room. Dean opened the door and I stepped in, plopping down on the couch.

"Where's Jack?" I asked, looking around the room. It was just the Winchesters in the room.

"He's in Donatello's room. We thought it best that way." Sam said, not taking his eyes off of the research in front of him.

"Yeah, no need to have any little half nephilim brats running around." Dean grunted, glaring daggers at me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You obviously like the kid!" Dean yelled.

"Maybe because I can fucking relate!" I snarled back. If I still had my black eyes, they'd be making a monstrous appearance right about now.

"Yeah, and I tried putting you down when we met too!" Dean shouted.

"Alright, that's enough!" Sam yelled, standing in between the two of us.

Donatello emerged from the door, a white bag in his hands. I was grateful for the intrusion, because all eyes became focused on the prophet.

"We need to talk about Jack." He said.

"We just did." Sam said, confusion lacing his words.

"No, I went out to get breakfast burritos." To show his alibi, he held up the bag in his hand.

Realization dawned on all of us. Immediately, we all rushed to Donatello's room, finding the place empty.

"Jack?!" I called, worried. Who knows what could have happened to him?

"He's been here. I can sense it." Donatello said, leaving the room. He was like a bloodhound following a trail.

"Let's go." Sam said, hurrying back to his room. Dean followed, and I went to mine, grabbing my angel blade and anything else useful. It was times like this I wish I was still a demon, because I could use my powers. Being human was amazing, but I also felt more useless like this.

I hurried from my room, watching as an angel blade flew through the air and hit a demon dead on in the chest, killing it instantly.

"Housekeeping isn't gonna like this." Dean muttered, retrieving his blade.

"First angels, now demons? Great! What's next?" I asked, following the boys to the Impala. We all piled in, Donatello guiding us with his heavenly scent tracker.

After a while, we pulled up to a clearing in Jasper, Wyoming. Jack stood in the clearing with what looked like Donatello, the ground opened up in a massive chasm.

As we removed ourselves from the car, we noticed large, yellowish-brown arms with black claws reaching up from the ground. A shudder went though my body, paralyzing me in place for a moment. The Shedim were beings even my father didn't dare fuck with.

"Jack!" I called out to the young boy. He turned, eyes gold and terrifying. The hole closed slightly, until the fake Donatello yelled for him to continue.

"He's not real!" The real Donatello yelled.

"No, he's not real!" The fake one replied.

"Jack! Listen to me! That one is fake!" I yelled, running towards him.

"You're Crowley's daughter..." The man mumbled, turning from Donatello to what I'd imagine a hentai-styled Colonial Sanders to look like.

"I am and you must be a demon to know about him." I snarled, reaching Jack.

"Your father was a fool. He didn't run the throne in Hell like a true king. His own daughter left him." He smirked.

I glared. If looks could kill... "He was still my father, regardless! He ruled Hell with as much of an iron fist as he could! You couldn't even dream of being like him!"

The man frowned slightly and lifted his hand. Immediately, the air left my lungs and I struggled to breathe. Lacerations appeared on my skin, making me cry out in pain.

"Lapis!" Sam yelled.

"Howdy boys!" The man smirked, waving his hand again. From what I could tell, the boys weren't able to breathe, either.

"Stop it!" Jack yelled.

"They want to control you and use you. I can show you the way, Jack." The demon grinned.

I looked at Jack pleadingly. Blood seeped from so many different wounds, I was sure I'd be dead in a mater of minutes.

"You're hurting.... MY FRIENDS!" Jack screamed. The hole he made closed over with earth and the demonic entity disappeared. We all could breathe again and my wounds healed, as if they hadn't even been created.

I greedily sucked air into my lungs, scanning my skin for any tears or blood. Everything was in tact, making me breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked, kneeling next to me. He looked so pained, like he felt guilty for the pain I endured.

"I'll live. Are you alright?" I asked. I stood and brushed dirt from my pants, watching as Jack stood with me.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, casting his eyes downward.

"It's okay, Jack, you didn't know." I told him, smiling.

"Are you okay?!" Sam asked as he rushed to us.

I nodded, letting the large man engulf me in a hug. "We're okay."

"Let's get out of here." The younger Winchester said, pulling me along back to the car. Jack followed, getting into the back with Donatello and I.

~~~

I walked down the hall, hearing Dean scream at Jack. I watched the older man storm from the bathroom, grumbling about Chuck knows what. Frowning, I entered where he left and gasped in shock.

A bloody knife lay in the sink. Jack's once crisp white shirt was full of tears. The man looked so sad, like he just watched his puppy get run over.

"Jack?" I asked softly, not wanting to startle or upset him. "What happened?"

"Dean hates me. I don't know what I am. I can't control my powers... Eventually, I'm gonna hurt someone. I don't deserve to live."

"Jack, of course you do! I'm sorry you think that way, that Dean does, too, but I don't. Sam doesn't. You're good, Jack. I know because you saved us. I know because I've done horrible things to good people, and you haven't done anything like that yet." My heart clenched as I remembered all of the evil deeds I had done.

"You.... have?" He asked.

I sighed. "I'll explain it later, okay? Let's just get you to bed."

I got him a clean shirt, one of Kevin's still lying around the bunker. I couldn't help the pang of pure depression that wrapped around my heart as I remembered Kevin. Seeing Jack wear his shirt didn't really help, either.

"Good night, Jack." I told him, getting ready to leave.

"Lapis?" He called softly, sitting on the end of his bed.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Will you... stay? With me...?" He asked, looking at his lap.

I smiled softly and closed the door. I made my way to his bed and curled myself up under the covers. I patted the free space next to me. "Come on, Jack. You wanted my to stay."

The Nephilim smiles softly and laid down under the covers, curling up in a similar position to me. I smiled and closed my eyes, relishing in the comfort of having someone else's presence next to me. It made me feel safe, and I hope Jack felt the same way.

The poor kid was only a few days old and he already tried to kill himself. At least he fit in with the Winchesters dysfunctional family. You weren't one of us unless you hated yourself more than anything. Hopefully I could change that in him.