Nova Winchester, the nephilim

roadtrip

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"Nova Storm Winchester, you are not going and that's final," Dean yells in a stern voice and walks away.

"I'm not a little kid you know! I'm a grown woman! You can't just use my full name and expect me to stop either!" I yell marching after him.

He sighs and turns around, knowing I'm not giving up that easily.

We had been yelling and fighting with each other for a while now. I knew sooner or later he would give in, not me though, my mother used to say I'm as stubborn as they come.

He puts his head in his hand, "Kiddo," His tone defeated, "I just don't want you to get hurt, this isn't a milk run, this is the freakin' devil."

"Dean, I can do this, you don't have to worry about me. With all the training I've been doing with Cas I think, I know, I'm ready," I tell him gently.

He smiles a sad smile, "I know you are, I just, I just don't know. Sometimes I just want to hide you away so nothing can hurt you, but I know that's not right. Somethings about to go down, something big. And you and Jack need to be ready."

I nod agreeing with him, we both could use some action, besides basically killing Cas everyday.

"So it's settled then? I'm going with you guys to Missouri?" I say with a huge smile.

He nods,"I guess you are."

I mentally give myself a high five, I guess taking debate was a good idea after all.

I walk into the kitchen to find Sam, waiting for my answer.

I smirk, "I told you, all I needed was 10 minutes."

Sam rolls his eyes but laughs.

I was in my room packing for the trip when Jack comes in.

I turn around, "Hey Jay Jay, what can I help you with?"

"I have to tell you something." He fidgets with the hem of his shirt.

I suddenly become aware that he knows something, "You can tell me anything you know that."

He exhales a shaky breath, "My father has been trying to contact me, and when I say my father I don't mean Castiel, I mean Lucifer. He's been trying to talk to me and it's so hard to ignore, he's just always there. He never stops, I'm scared and I don't know what to do. I want to know him, I want him to be different from what everyone says, but I know he isn't. Most of all, I don't want to become him."

He starts crying. He breaks down right there.

I stand shocked for a minute, does he really trust me enough to show me this part of himself? This vulnerable, powerless part of him?