Nova Winchester, the nephilim

a forming bond

Be strong.
It's not easy, but remember;
Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.

Misha Collins

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"So tell us what happened to your mom," Sam asks gently, understanding that this is a touchy subject.

"I don't think I'm ready to talk about her yet," I mutter looking at my shoes.

He nods in understanding. "Could you just tell us if there was anything- out of the ordinary about her, well you know."

I nod, filling in the blanks by myself.

I think back to that day and run through the events in my head, but I stop just before we find her body. That part is just too hard still.

"Rotting eggs. It smelt like rotting eggs, and she had salted all the windows. There were also weird symbols on the floors?" I spoke, slightly confused.

"Demons most likely. The rotting egg smell was probably sulfur. Salt and the symbols were used to keep demons out and trap them," Dean informs me, "I'm so sorry kiddo." He offered me a sad smile and placed his hand on my shoulder in a comforting notion.

I shrug and whisper, "Not your fault."

I clear my throat," So you say I'm a nephilim?" Cas nods his head.

"How though? Dean is human," I ask confused.

"Well your mother must have been an angel, although I don't recognize her name," Castiel ponders.

"Does anything odd ever happen to you?" Cas asks.

I think for a while, "Sometimes I get really bad headaches, and I swear I think I can hear voices." I respond remembering the last time that happened. I had to go to the hospital, and not even they could figure out what was wrong with me. I just swept it under the rug like everything else.

"Also I always sleep walk, for example, I'll fall asleep in bed and end up on the couch. But I thought that was pretty normal."

All three of them share a look of understanding before Cas says, "Sam, Dean, can I speak with you both alone for a moment?"

They both nod, following him outside the motel room.

Before they leave Dean turns and says,"No funny business you two."

"Bite me." I stick my tongue out at him in a teasing manner.

In return, he closes the door.

It's quiet for a while before Jack looks up and says, "You're sad."

He looks at me, puzzled.

I snort and shake my head in disappointment, "Yeah, most people are when they kill their own mother."

"But you, you didn't kill your mother. Dean says it was a demon." Jack tilts his head to the left slightly, "But you don't care what Dean says, you feel like it's your fault."

I nod and looked at him, "Spot on angel boy, if I wasn't a nephilim or whatever she'd still be alive."

It's quiet again.

"I'm sorry," Jack whispers.

"For what?" I ask confused.

"I know what it feels like to lose someone you love, it isn't very fun." He offers a sad smile.

I look at this young man in front of me who is obviously just as broken as I am, "No, not fun at all."

I look into his dull blue eyes. He looks exhausted. His face is pale and sunken in. He looks deep in thought, as if remembering the person he lost. I suddenly realize that Jack doesn't smile all the time to seem polite, he does it to genuinely make himself feel better.