Grace And Soul [SPN FanFic] | Winchester Legacy I

Eighteen

"So, just to recap." Dean folded his hands and set them down on the table. "You told a very powerful entity that could potentially and now will destroy Earth 'Screw you'?"
Gabriel crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"It's my fault," Sam sighed. "I told him not to go with her and he listened to me. Also, what's the worst she can do?"
"Well..." Serah pulled her knee to her chest.
Dean watched the nephilim with a strict face. "Do you know anything?"
Serah ran her hand through her hair. "Not directly. Only that the Empty worked with Michael and that it wants Dad and Cas back. I have my theories, though."
"You better tell us or-"
"Dean, are you threatening my daughter?" Sam looked down on his brother. "Serah, every theory is a start." His voice was a lot more gentle.
She sighed. "Well, if the Empty has control of dead angels... And the best way to kill an archangel is with another archangel..."
"You're saying it's gonna bring back an archangel?" Dean asked.
"It might. Not permanently, obviously."
Gabriel looked troubled. "I don't wanna deal with them anymore. Or all that 'True Vessel' garbage."
Serah turned around and watched her dad who was standing at the door. "Again. I'm not sure. But honestly, one archangel doesn't sound like 'burning down the world' to me."
"So a bunch of angels with a grudge against us," Sam mumbled. "Well, that's new."
"Yeah, you tell me." Serah got up. "If you excuse me, I need a shower to cope with my trauma from when my aunts and uncles were trying to kill me when I was a kid." She left the kitchen. She wasn't gonna put up with whatever they were gonna talk about.
"I heard you're dating Nate now."
Serah stopped and looked over her shoulder.  "So?" she replied.
Amie watched her from the doorframe. "I didn't think he's your type," she replied.
"Weirdos?"
"Boys."
Serah's face adopted a slight red hue. "How come you're so wrong?"
Amie scoffed. "Because I remember you told me that you like girls."
"I do," Serah agreed. "I did tell you that. But I never told you I'm not into boys. You don't have to pick in this age."
"So you just keep your options open?"
"I don't have to justify myself, especially to you since you don't seem to like me in the first place."
"I never said that," Amie protested.
"Screw you." Serah left and entered her room. With a deep breath, she looked for clothes in her dresser. Tears formed in her eyes.
Amie used to be like a sister to her, but Amie had to ruin it. She had to behave like a bitch. Serah swallowed her tears and fell on the bed. She clutched her arms around the clothes she had just pulled out of the dresser. A knocking on the door caught her attention.
"Not interested," Serah mumbled.
"It's Jack," the person said. Jack walked towards her bed. "Are you okay?"
"Perfectly fine." Serah sat up and put the clothes aside.
Jack watched his cousin. "I need advice."
"Why don't you ask the others?"
Jack blushed. "I don't think they could give me the advice I need."
"Then come here," Serah said, making space on the bed. Jack closed the door and approached the bed before sitting on the edge. Serah smiled. "So, what do you need?"
"It's about Clark." Jack's cheek became even redder.
Serah, having noticed some things when she first met then, smiled widely. "What about him?"
"So, he keeps visiting us once in a while but he says it's because he met someone here." Jack folded his hands on his lap.
Serah furrowed her brows. "Doesn't he live in another state?"
"Yes, Washington," Jack nodded.
"Okay, Clark met someone in Lebanon. Go on."
Jack sighed. "He didn't say a name or anything, but I think it's a girl named Stacy."
"Stacy?" Serah repeated, visibly surprised. "Uhm, should I know Stacy?"
"I don't think so. She's friends with Clark. I only met her once." The boy watched his hands. "I don't know if she likes him too."
"Does it matter?" Serah crossed her legs. "I mean, it's not your problem."
"I want to help him." Jack turned to her. "He's my friend. I want him to be happy."
On the inside, Serah deeply sighed. "Of course. Well, maybe you should ask Clark whether he even likes Stacy. Maybe he likes someone else."
"You should." Jack gave her his phone.
"Me?" Serah yelped, pushing the phone back. "You can do that."
"Please." Jack watched her with the saddest puppy dog eyes she had seen in a while.
A deep sigh escaped her when she took the phone and looked for Clark's contact. Hesitantly, she pressed the button and held the phone to her ear. After an eternity, Clark finally picked up.
"Hey, Jack, what's up?"
Now Serah blushed, as well. "It's not Jack. It's Serah. I stole his phone because we need to talk about some gossip I heard about you."
"Well, I think we need to talk because you went with the dude that tried to kill everyone," Clark commented.
"Oh my God! I killed him too!" Serah heard a slight chuckle.
"Apparently so. Anyway, what kind of gossip did you hear?"
Serah chewed on her lip. "Okay, so someone might have spilled some tea about you romancing in Lebanon."
Clark laughed. "Did Jack tell you that?"
"Who else?"
"Okay, okay. Is Jack with you?"
Serah watched the nephilim in front of him. "Uh, no. Why?"
"Because the tea Jack served you is not tea. It's more like boiled water."
Serah furrowed her brows once again. "I'm not following your analogy."
"Thing is, I'm not just romancing in Lebanon. It's a bit more serious and it's also complicated. I didn't know how I should tell Jack and I don't know if I even should in the first place and-"
"So you swing that way?" Serah got up and distanced herself from Jack. "You should tell him. Just do it."
"Are you crazy?"
"Duh, but come over and tell him. Trust me, really." Serah leaned against the dresser and smiled.
"I can't. It's over a day by car," Clark protested.
"But only a second by archangel." Serah hoped she could convince him.
Clark sighed. "I'll ask my mom. I'll text you. Or Jack, whatever."
"I'll pay for your date," Serah laughed.
"Shut up," Clark mumbled, but she was sure she heard a smile in his voice. "Bye."
"Bye." She ended the phone call. "You're welcome."