Nephilim

11

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

"So we're going to get on this," I point to the odd looking ship, looking drastically different than when we rode in on it, "and go through the sky to space?" Kirstin nods, looking around us. There were a lot of people around us, though quite a few were absent; Sam and Avery were staying behind to help the Wakandan people back on their feet, doing whatever they can, along with Andi. Natasha was standing with the Falcon and Captain America, who were conversing with the raccoon. Ryder was next to us, seemingly in his own little world, "Do you think we'll see heaven?"

A laugh erupts from her mouth, sounding hollow and fake, "No, Jack. There are only two ways to get to heaven; the entrance and dying, so as long as we don't die, we're good."

"Oh. Well, I figured that since Heaven is above us, and so is space, you'd be able to see one when you're heading toward the other." I furrow my eyebrows when her face forms into one of shock. Before she can begin to speak, we're being ushered forward by Natasha and being told that she was our babysitter. And that we better behave ourselves or she'd stab us. I kind of believe her. After everyone was on board, I began to look around and see who all was going. Our group consists of; Natasha, Steve, Sam Wilson, Thor, Groot, Rocket, Bucky, Kirstin, Ryder, and I.

"Yeah, yeah. Like that'll actually do anything. Anyway, I'm impressed with your thought process and how good a theory that actually is, but that's not how it works. Heaven is... is basically another dimension, one that humans can only see after they die, if they didn't, like, go to Hell. But Hell is the same way, no matter how far you dig, you'll never reach it, but you know it's below us because that's what humans say. So... yeah, good guess but not quite how it works."

"Okay I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I've gotta ask. How the hell are you so calm? I mean you watched your uncles die, you've fought aliens and killed them." Sam Wilson interjects himself into our conversation as the hatch closes and the raccoon moves to the front with the tree guy. He told me his name was Groot. Seven times.

I turn to watch her face closely as she speaks, feeling the plane-thingy begin to take off. She tugs her ponytail end, trying to adjust the long hair. Cas would constantly tell her that having such long hair was a safety hazard, but Dean would always shut him up and telling her he loved her hair no matter how she decided to cut it. He even went as far as to find ways to make the long hair safer on hunts, putting it up in different styles and teaching her how to do them. Avery had usually preferred her hair short, but he taught her too, just in case she changed her mind one day. She told me he was big on them making their own choices.

I look down at my lap as I begin to feel worse than I did before. Cas, he was my father, even if it isn't by blood. He loved me and took care of me, and now he's gone. In the blink of an eye, a mear spot of blood on the blood-soaked hands of the psycho Thanos. And Dean, I'm pretty sure he hated me until I went through the portal, but we were just starting to get close. Now I'll never get the chance.

"I'm not fine. I'm not calm. I'm numb. And I think that's more painful than anything. Don't worry, it'll hit me soon. You just better hope you're not there when it does." The last line was a joke that kind of fell short, her voice nearly deadpanned as she spoke. "Avery is the more emotional one, she wouldn't have been good for this. She considers it a liability to start an emotionally charged battle. And for all we know, there could be a battle... How about you, huh? Aliens a new thing for you?"

"Not for most of the team, but for me yeah, definitely. I mean, I knew they existed because of the Battle of New York and all... Though I don't remember them looking quite as awful on the news footage." Sam easily slides into the joke, making Nat scoff slightly.

"I don't know, the camera has a way of splitting down the middle most of the time; you either look insanely gorgeous or like you just gorged yourself on seven pumpkin pies. I think we all know which one you look like, Wilson."