Nephilim

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April 5, 2017

The Men of Letters Bunker was in nearly complete silence. The many sleeping rooms were all empty, all the main inhabitants having gone for an outing. The dining room, the war room, the kitchen, every room was quiet. Except for the armory. The armory was full of the sounds of someone using blades on dummies. The girl using them had, of course, been here before but did not think to let anyone know she was coming.

The door opened with a loud noise. The Winchester trio, the angel, the ex-spy, and Jack, the newest Nephilim, file through the door, that swung closed as soon as they enter. They begin the normal routine they have established within the three months since Jack had joined them. Dean and Cas would head up to their room, try to contact the youngest Winchester, and then watch TV or do something else that couples would do. Jack would go directly to his room, using his laptop to learn new things about humanity. Avery would not-so-subtly steal a glass of whiskey, before heading to bed. Sam would stay up later, look up new cases and try to find new ways to get Mary out of the Apocalypse World, Nat eventually convincing him he needs sleep.

Tonight, however, as Dean and Cas made their way to their room when they heard the noises coming from the armory. With a gun pulled, and the Angel ready for some sort of fight, they moved quickly and quietly before being in the doorway of the armory. In a way only people who have been close for as long as they have, they simultaneously turn the corner, Dean's gun raised... And pointed at his niece, who was currently practicing her sword fighting skills. She tends to avoid using guns, unlike most Hunters and prefers to use the blades she makes.

She quickly turns as she hears him disarm his gun, setting the blade in the place where it hasn't sat for over six months. She smiles a smile that, while on her is probably the brightest they've seen in years, would seem dull to an average person, "Uncle De! Hey," she moves swiftly, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, before pulling back and pulling Cas into one next, "Hello, Cassie."

He snorts at the nickname she had given Cas as a kid, "Hey Kirstin. Come on, bet Sammy, Nat, and Avery would love to see you."

Jack's P.O.V.- Present Day

I stand in the War Room of the Bunker. We were trying to find where Lucifer, my biological father, went; we being Avery, Andi, Mason, Kirstin, Sam, Dean, and Cas. Now, with him on the loose, we have two enemies trying to kill us or use Kirstin and me for our powers. Lucifer, obviously, wants me to help destroy the world, and Kirstin under his control so she couldn't stop him- us. The Angels need us to make more of them because they are slowly dying out. Is it wrong of me to think that might be a good thing? They aren't as nice as you would think.

Ever since we got out of the Apocalypse World, the Bunker has usually been jam-packed full of people, this being one of the few days of the week that the Bunker is empty. Or this part of it, anyway. Bobby and Mary had been working with Tony to alter the Accords, registering the branches of the Men of Letters to the government; Mary now in Britain with Ketch, rebuilding the British Men of Letters from scratch. Obviously, Mary was there to keep Ketch in line, along with Charlie so Mary can still come to visit her family.

"How do we know that the Angels haven't already caught him?" Kirstin asks, perching on the edge of the War Room Map Table. "I mean it's not like we can contact them, they'll try to kill you guys and make us their slaves."

"I mean, they could go for the 'You could be a Princess and Prince' approach again. That was a fun encounter." Avery jokes, leaning back in her chair, her arm casually over Andi's shoulders. Is that how normal couples act, or just them?

Kirstin snorts, moving her arms out in weird motions as she drops her voice to a deeper octave, "'Come with us, help us create more Angels and we'll let you rule. You could live in luxury, have whatever you could possibly think of! It is your Destiny!'" She returns her voice to the normal way she talks, a smooth voice with a slight clipped edge to it, "I mean, what do they think we are? Normal people?"