Nephilim

17

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

"Are you mad at me?" I solemnly ask, staring at the door of Mason's room, my head resting on his chest as a movie plays. Mason sighs lightly, shifting to grab the remote from the nightstand. He exit's Netflix, shutting down everything before turning and looking at me.

I sit up, my gaze sliding off of Mason and back to the door. Here it comes. He's gonna tells me he hates me and never wants to see me again. That I'm a monster like my father. "Why would I be?"

I turn to him, incredulous, "I was going to leave with Lucifer. I was going to leave everybody behind to die. I-I hurt the guy I thought killed Maggie and Ryder. I'm... I'm a monster, just like Dean predicted I'd be."

Mason laughs, a light-hearted sound that was nearly a giggle, moving to pull me closer, so I was straddling his waist, "Jack, listen. Darling, you aren't a monster. You thought you were avenging Maggie, your friend when you hurt that guy. You thought he was a murderer. In my opinion, hurting murderers is free game."

"But he wasn't the one who killed her, he was innocent. I hurt an innocent person." I stare at the brick wall now, refusing to meet his eyes as tears stream down my face

"Did you know he was innocent? And when you found out he was, did you continue to hurt him?"

I sniff leaning to rest my forehead on his shoulder, "No, but-"

"But nothing Babe. You didn't know what Lucifer was planning. You just wanted to know about your father. If I blamed you for that, I'd be one major hypocrite." His voice was dulcet and diplomatic, speaking facts and keeping a soft, comforting tone, his hands resting on my hips, "And Dean was upset. He had just lost someone he loved. He blamed you because that was easier than facing the facts that Cas made his own choices. He doesn't think you're a monster now, does he?"

"No. He called me family." I smile at the memory.

"Exactly. You are family. Everybody here is one big family. Dean and Cas are your Dads, Nat and Sam are like your Aunt and Uncle. Avery and Andi are your sister and sister-in-law."

"Kirstin's my sister, too. Even if it isn't by blood, we're a family. Right?"

"You got it, Dude" I turn to look at the door, finding Avery, Andi, Kirstin, and Ryder there. Avery was smiling at her own little joke.

Kirstin pushes Ryder out of her way, jumping and landing next to Mason, twisting till her head was in his lap and I was sitting next to them, earning a giggle from me and a smack on the head from Mason. That seemed to release the floodgate. Everybody else starts to climb onto the bed, "Did you know that archangels don't really have DNA like humans do? Our genetic code for our fathers is matching. So genetically, we are half-siblings, even though we're cousins. You're genetically my brother from another mother."

"You're my stepbrother. Point blank. No fancy science involved. Step-siblings, as close as we can be to related, but definitely an accurate reflection of our relationship." Avery speaks softly, moving so she was laying next to me, Andi turning so she's facing us and laying on her stomach. Ryder us laying on her stomach. Ryder was sitting at the end of the bed, legs crossed and also facing us.

"Maybe Cas and Dean plan on getting hitched at some point. Then you would really be step-siblings; not just figuratively. And why are you getting all comfortable on the bed? We were sent to collect them, not crash their slumber party." Ryder mutters the last part under his breath. Kirstin sighs contently next to me as Mason plays with her hair.

"Why can't things be normal? Why couldn't Jack, Avery, and I be born to a normal family? Two parents, a dog, and a cat. A little house over where Riley lives. We could've met you all, had normal conversations... instead, we talk about murderers, other Earths, and Jack and I constantly debate if we're monsters or not. Our uncles are considered serial killers, I murdered my uncle and my father's doppelganger. What was normal like?"

Mason looks around at the group, "I mean, even if I hadn't met you guys, my life wouldn't have been normal. My mom's a Dhampir Guardian who ran away after my dad knocked her up. I have these unexplained powers that we pretend don't exist until I'm needed to fight. That isn't very normal, is it?"

Kirstin makes a confused noise in the back of her throat, "We're supposed to pretend those don't exist? Shit, I've been doing this wrong..."

"Nah, it's fun hearing you crack Spirit jokes. Makes me feel better about it somehow." I stand as he's speaking, moving to pull Kirstin off of the bed. I get her halfway to her feet before she goes completely limp, dragging me onto the bed with her. As I hit the mattress, Mason and her start squirming until both of them were laying over my arms, both of their heads laying on opposite shoulders. Avery and Andi curl up next to them, laughing when Kirstin kicks Andi's butt, Ryder nowhere to be seen.

"Nap now, mingle later," Kirstin mutters, closing her eyes. I follow suit, leaning my head back. It was like this for awhile, until I hear a clicking sound. I was planning on ignoring it until I felt Kirstin's weight disappears from the bed and arguing ensues.

"Where the hell did you find that?" She yelps as her weight vanishes from my arm. Her question seemed to wake up everyone on the bed, judging by the fact that when I opened my eyes, everybody else was sitting up as I was. The sight we saw was different, to say the least.

"I found it on Mason's dresser! Why is this such a big deal?" Ryder bellows, holding the Polaroid camera up as high as he can, the pictures it printed out discarded on the dresser.

"It's her's." Came Mason's lazily amused voice from next to me. It was husky with sleep, which made a weird feeling jolt through my body. I quickly bounce off of the bed, snatching the camera in the process, handing it to Kirstin. The next thing I did was grab the pictures, taking off out the door. I almost run into Sam and Dean, coming to a screeching halt right before I did.

"Hello," I state looking down at the pictures before handing them to them. They look at the pictures before looking at me weirdly.

"Well, I need Kirstin out here. Apparently, she planned something and didn't tell us." Sam states, handing the photos back to me.

"Okay. I'll get-" I turn to talk into the room, the door already wide open. I end up stumbling backward as Kirstin runs past me.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit..." I hear her repeat until her voice fades out. I look at the boys, confused.

"Probably forgot. Can't blame her." I shrug watching her leave.