Nephilim

18

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

"Have you found anything?" Kirstin asks quietly as Magnus and I go through the books in front of him. It had been two weeks since he had shown up, bringing Alec, Max, Raph, My mom, dad, Aunt Izzy, and Uncle Simon. Oh, and that stupid angel. Most of the group were going to make sure the people they take to the apocalypse world are trained properly, as much war experience they have doesn't mean they know every trick in the book, Kirstin had made that point very clear to anyone who thought to complain. Cas and Ithuriel were helping with training because they are angels and they think like angels.

"I have a few ideas on what might work. However, I have no actual proof that they will. How about you? Have you made any progress on your plan?" She groans, banging her head against the table lightly. While our project was to help prepare these people for apocalypse world and find a way to get them there, Kirstin had a project of her own. Heaven was barely up and running, and that needs to not be happening anymore. The angels want Jack and her to create more angels, but she thinks that would probably end with them trying to kill the Winchesters again, so another plan was needed. That was left up to Kirstin because everybody's attention needs to be on the plan. She swears up and down that she isn't needed nearly as much as everyone thinks she is, so she took this on and so far, not to be rude, she was almost proved right. They don't need her during the training and the research so much as they need to report their progress to Bobby, his leaders, and essentially her. Bobby and she were the ones planning this escapade, so everything has to be put by them.

"None. Zip, zero, nada." I look down at the book I was reading, repressing a snicker. She may have been pissed, but her reaction was still kind of funny.

"Well, maybe you should talk with Cas go over exactly what Naomi said to him." Magnus offers, closing the book he was looking through, pushing it to the side for the moment.

"I did one better. I watched the memory through his eyes, wrote down the whole conversation. I also couldn't think clearly last night and ended up drawing Heaven, so there's a plus. Not for research, but for my pride." She opens a file she has, looking through it for a moment before sliding over a few pages. He reads them quickly getting about halfway through before laughing.

"This Naomi just basically referred to herself as a battery. What an adorable analogy. I can just see a glowing battery shoved up her-" Kirstin's eyes go wide as she stares at the table, before shooting up, grabbing the papers from Magnus, thanking him multiple times before grabbing the file and sprinting out of the room. I finally give up and start laughing, "I think I scared her off."

That makes me laugh even harder, turning to look at his confused expression, "No... No... I don't... think so. She talks like that all the time. You probably gave her an idea." He gives me an odd look before sighing.

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I smirk as Jack falls to the ground with a huff, putting my foot on his chest, earning a childish glare from the blue-eyed boy below me. I laugh at that, moving to let him up when he grabs my legs and pulls me to the ground, quickly trying to pin me. I twist away, using my weight and newfound super strength to roll us over, "You give up yet?" I smile down at him, pinning his legs before grabbing his arms. He looks down, before smiling, looking over toward where Mason and Kirstin were talking, Kirstin drawing some weird battery-like thing since at least yesterday, and Mason cleaning the weapons. On the other side of us, my family trains the group who was chosen for going back to the Apocalypse World. I watch as his eyes glow, Mason's beginning to do the same thing.

Mason's laughter rings through the room as he appears in front of me, easily picking me up and putting me in a headlock, "This is so cool. Why haven't you done this in those stupid fights at school, Kirstin?"

Kirstin glances over in our direction, shrugging as I quickly get out of the headlock, taking the couple on at the same time, "Because I can't do that. Jack seems to be the only one capable. Trust me, it pisses me off as much as you think it would, but then I remember that I can make my enemies watch the people they love die on repeat and instantly feel better about my powers."

I snort grabbing Mason's arm, easily doing a backflip, twisting it awkwardly before kicking Jack as I hit the ground. I knee Mason in the chest, releasing his arm and sending him sprawling before turning, blocking Jack's punch as he runs up at me and using the momentum to throw him over my shoulder, "You guys are good, really good, but I'm better. No matter how many people you add to the fight."

Kirstin's laughter rings through the room, a light airy sound that should be heard more often than it is now, "I wouldn't say that, Ryder. We've been working on that power since he was three months old. He's able to convert twenty people and still be able to fight, thirty without participating in the fight. We have fifteen people in this room, excluding you and me. You wanna test that ego of yours?"

I pause for a second, thinking about the odds of that fight as Jack and Mason pick themselves up, eyes no longer glowing gold, "Not in particular, thanks for the offer though. You can create illusions, right?"

"Yep, since I got my powers I was able to. How about you? Any powers you think we might not have?"

"Umm... so far I found out that I can teleport and that I can force the truth out of people. And I always know when someone is telling the truth and when someone is lying. Oh, and obviously super strength." I go through the list quickly, thinking it over as I sit next to Kirstin, who had gone back to her sketching. She quickly stops as I finish speaking.

"Always?" tucking the pages away, she turns to me, awe in her voice.

I nod, "As far as I can tell, yeah. Always."

Mason sits down across from me, Jack next to him, "We should totally test this out."

"If you must." I joke grabbing a blade and starting to clean it.

"I've never owned a dog before in my life." Kirstin begins. Lie.

"Your lying."

"Yep, had one until I was five and moved in with Bobby."

"I've... Ran through the streets of New York with nothing but our school's Mascot head and my underwear." Mason cuts in. True.

"Dude, that's weird. Why would you do that? True."

"My hair is dyed black. My natural color is a light brown like Sam's." Kirstin tries, smiling a big adorably goofy smile. Lie.

"Not true. Have you ever died your hair before?"

"Yes." Lie.

"No," I say firmly, moving to clean the next weapon in front of me.

"Damn, this is so weird. I don't have anything like that. Jack?" True. She passes the question of to Jack.

"No." True.

"So we have power granting, an illusionist, and a human lie detector? Okay but seriously, why do you all have different powers. Your essentially the same beings." Mason questions eyes narrowing as he concentrates.

"Draw some blood, see how they differ. Maybe there's a clue in there somewhere." Kirstin offers, picking up her stuff. Mason had planned on being a doctor for a while, so he learned everything he could possibly learn without actively getting into any schooling. "Have Bruce help if you don't understand anything. I think he might be good at that stuff."

"Maybe we could use your guys' blood for miracle cures. Separate the healing factor from the rest of the cells." He jokes, leaning back in his chair.

"I mean, you could. I highly doubt any of us will stop you. Come on you three, of to the infirmary. Mason's got a new assignment to work on." She grabs her stuff, moving to the door and leaving. I look at Mason, raising an eyebrow. He shrugs.

"I mean hey, at least it keeps me busy." I chuckle, turning around to leave.

"Whatever floats your boat, Mase."