After Midnight || Supernatural

Seven

Chapter Seven:

Jack was laying on the floor, tucked under the coffee table. His arms were stuck by his side, Alison's cell phone sitting on his chest. He sighed loudly, inching his head so he could see her behind the couch, apparently also laying on the floor.

"Sam says the only way a Rakshasa can enter is if they've been invited in."

He heard her grunt, "So you're telling me that for some reason my parents invited a clown into their motel room?"

"Well, it sounds like it can change forms, you know?"

"No." She snorted, "No, I do not."

Jack smiled, eyes counting the groves on the underside of the coffee table. "It will change its appearance to suit different people, to make it seem more welcoming."

"I don't like clowns. If it wants to get into my damn house to kill me, why is it looking like a clown?"

"I'm not sure." He told her, "But Sam and Dean will figure it out. They always do."

The floorboards creaked and his eyes flickered back underneath the couch, Alison's socked feet were visible as they made their way around the couch. She sank down onto the floor, her back against the couch. She crossed her feet as she raised her eyebrows at him.

"You seem extra confident in them."

"Yeah well..." He trailed off, remembering Sam's face as he stared in horror at him. That had been the first person he saw when he'd been 'born' despite being in a foreign area. He saw Sam stumble in, a horrified expression on his face as he spotted Jack in the corner of the room. "They're all I have, I guess."

Alison sighed, "Is that all they do? I mean, like kill crap."

A laugh escaped his lips, followed by a frown. She seemed to be back to normal, despite the news of her parents deaths. He figured she'd explode again, rightfully so. But if he could distract her for a little while longer, than he'd do it.

"Yah. It seems like it. Cas told me stories about them, of them being something like the 'chosen ones.'"

"The chosen ones." The words left her mouth, "Sounds stupid."

Jack barked out a laugh, "It is." He told her, "They're always running from things, and hiding out. We all are, but I can tell they've been doing it since they were kids. According to Cas, that is. He fills me in on all the information, considering I get confused more than I'd like to admit."

"Who's Cas?"

"Castiel. Another angel." Jack informed her, "Though not all Angels are good. But he is."

Alison flopped onto the floor, her back against the ground now as she laid next to him. Suddenly Jack was tense, he had never been this close to a girl before without worrying for a life or under forced circumstances.

"They're the ones you ran from?" She glanced at him, "Why?"

Jack sighed, "I wanted to prove that I was good."

"Did you?"

"No." He frowned, "Instead I ran into you and ruined your life. I ran because I'm supposed to be this evil thing, being Lucifer's son. They expected me to be evil, just ruthless."

She was still looking at him as she pursed her lips, "You don't seem evil. Or ruthless. Not at all."

He gave her a small smile, but he knew otherwise. He could feel something, even if it was deep within him, that wasn't quite right. That little piece of him, of his father, that would forever linger until it was to late. Jack feared the worst of himself, knowing what ran in his blood. His father was brutal, merciless, wrong. Regardless, Lucifer was his father and his genes within Jack's would eventually come to light, showing the world what the Winchester's tried so hard to kill when he was still in Kelly Kline's stomach. What she died to protect, to just even have him here, on this earth.

"It was probably my dad who let the clown in." Alison's voice broke him of his thoughts, she was no longer looking at him but up at the ceiling. "My mom was scared of clowns too."

"Why would he let it in than, if he knew of your mother's fears?"

Alison huffed, "He probably thought it was just a joke or something, I don't know. He's weird like that."

"You don't say 'was'?"

She shook her head, hair moving slightly against the floor. "They will never be not gone. Even if right now I still don't believe it, but when I do... they'll never be gone. They will never be 'was'."

A small sad smile found his lips, "That's sweet. And a good way of thinking about it."

She smiled back at him, shifting on the floor so her body lay sideways facing him. Jack attempted to shift the same she had, but she was not underneath a coffee table. He pulled himself up, hitting his head off the wood. He closed his eyes, hoping she hadn't seen as he shifted himself onto his side. When his eyes opened, they were greeted by Alison holding in a laugh.

"You saw that?" He mumbled.

"I'm right here." She was staring at him now, "I saw everything."

Alison watched carefully, seeing his eyes widen for just seconds. She leaned forward, close enough to smell him now. He smelt of teakwood and old books, an odd combination for someone who hadn't been around any of those things. She smiled, a soft light one and he gave one in return.

He inched towards her as the front door swung open, Alison laid back onto the ground while Jack tried to fly up, hitting his head hard on the table. She couldn't help but laugh as it caused him to flop back down, hands flying to his head.

"Why are you guys on the floor?" Sam asked moving passed Alison, taking a seat on the couch. "And why are you under the coffee table?"

Jack shuffled his way out from under the piece of furniture and pulled himself up, a dull ache in his head. "It was comfy."

Dean raised his eyebrows but said nothing as he walked around the couch and peeked over at Sam's laptop which was now open.

"Did you find anything?" Alison asked sitting up, "Was it there?"

Sam shook his head, "Nothing unusual."

"The fair leaves in two days." Alison said, "Does that mean it will leave me alone?"

Dean huffed, "Yes but it will move onto another person. It's better to just gank it while we're here and we know it's here too."

"Agreed."

Alison yelped whipping around to see another man, yet this one seemed to have appeared in her kitchen.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked standing up. He took a step forward and shoved his hands in his pocket, "I'm here to help."

"Cas." Dean's voice floated, she could tell he was smiling. "Where the hell have you been?"

He shrugged joining the party on the couch and begin to engage in deep conversation with Dean. Alison huffed marching to her room, fed up with being in her living room filled with giant and grumpy men.