Puddles Of Petals | Jack Kline

Chapter Five: Praying For Comfort

You were on your feet in seconds, running through the halls of the bunker. Your panting breaths bouncing off of the concrete walls, your footsteps slapping against the uncarpeted floor.

You heard your name from behind you though it only pushed you farther towards the exit. "Wait!" As his voice rang out, you reached the stairs. Just before you could get to the door however, he appeared in before of you.

A guttural scream left your lips. "Get away from me!" Your hands made themselves out in front of you as protection. "You're an angel? Why didn't you tell me!?" He stuttered out a response stepping close to you, your posture giving away just how much distaste you had for the man at the moment. Especially when you took a step back. "Well technically I'm a nephilim-" You cut him short. "Whatever that is?!" You exasperated, trying to move past him once more. "It's a cross between human and angel!"

Jack exclaimed gripping your wrists in his hands. He felt how you seemed to calm a bit at the information. Your eyes searched his for the truth in his statement. "That's what you wanted to know right? Whether I had any humanity!?" He looked betrayed as he continued, why did everyone think he was a monster? "I would never hurt anyone." It came out as a breathy plea, turning smoothly into a hug.

Suddenly tears cascaded down your face and saddness overwhelmed you, you had been left in the dark and touched by what you hated most. The shaking in your shoulders caused his arms to weave tighter around you and you couldn't help but find comfort in the touch. You hated yourself for it. He shifted and a different wave of emotion hit you, he was sorry and you could feel it in your bones. The vibes you were getting from Jack, they were strong. You sighed, letting yourself completely relax in his hold. Accepting the apology without really realizing.

His head rested on your shoulder for a little while, your fingers carding through his hair and the two of you lightly swayed back and forth. "I-I don't know you, Jack." You said eventually. "I don't know your last name, your parent's names, what this feeling even is. I'm supposed to be gone already, it's about two days over due."

Jack lifted his head, "Sam and Dean haven't made it home yet, you said-" You nodded, turning to make way toward the library. "I know, I know what I said." You cut him off. A ragged breath left the plump of your lips, eyes stuck on the chair closest to the door. "Can't you pray to your friend Castiel?" You had a grimace thrown upon your expression when you spoke the angels name. "Ask where they are and how long they will be?" You were anxious, you didn't know why it was like a sudden rush.

You could see it on Jack's face as well, almost like the two of you were sharing what you felt. "You don't think I've tried?" He said a little forcefully, tilting his head and walking closer to your frame. "You don't think I've tried everything I could think of?" A hand ran down your face and you groaned. "Then what are you going to do?" He paused at your question, your tone was harsh. He copied your previous gesture and his calloused hands glided over his lips, he really didn't have an answer for you.

"I-i guess we wait?" You laughed cruelly at his reply. "Wait? You've got to be kidding me, how long?" You rolled your eyes, you knew it was wrong to mumble your next words but before you could stop yourself- "They might even be dead?" His whole being tensed, waves of deep worry and fear washing over you.

That's when it dawned on you, that you could feel what he felt. This was another level of connection. How many levels did this thing go? His head fell into his hands and he sat across from you. "I think there's something more to you and me, that neither of us know about." A sigh left your lungs when you spoke.

He looked towards you with this sort of desperation that had your chest heave. He needed a solution, you needed a solution. "I guess all we really can do is wait. Maybe think of a plan? Fuck I dont know." You chuckled sarcastically at your words. How ironic. "Something wants us together, who knows what length it would go to keep us together." He smiled a little at your decision and you couldn't help the contagiousness of it.

The world didnt really move as the two of you sat there, helplessly waiting for the answer to fall from the sky, you had everything and nothing racing in your head just trying to get past your anxiety. Although the silence left you with your thoughts. The nervous picking at your nails was inevitable and the eyes that racked over your facial features did so in worry.

Catching his glances you sighed heavily, "An angel." You let out, a shaky breath travelling from of your lungs. "An angel had manipulated me and my family when I was 10 or 11 maybe." Your eyes shifted to the door way. A longing to book it out of there, shivering down your spine. "What happened?" The palm of your hands rubbed and hid your eyes from the man, the question lingering in the air as you collected the words for your answer.

"H-He said it was for the sword of Micheal, to fight and win a battle, one that at the age I had only just started to learn about in Sunday school. This angel-" Jack interrupted you curiously, "Zachariah?" He sounded as if he was making a connection in his head. "Y-yeah. He said that it would determine our fate whether or not we would agree to help carry out the 'saving of the world'." Gulping at the words that would come out next, you struggled.

Sucking in a deep breath you swallowed your emotions. "She said yes, my mother. I didn't want to live without her, but I couldn't be a shell or a puppet to some freak who thought he could save the world. If God wanted us saved, he would've done it himself. Clearly no one's behind the wheel up there."

"I didn't even believe in things like this back then. Next I find out my dad's a hunter and having a soulmate is a thing?" You laughed a little crazily, as your words went from a story to a pitiful rant.

Jack was quiet, he could feel the weight on your chest, you didn't want to be tethered to something that ruined you. He could feel your utter disappointment when you looked at him, but this wasn't his fault. It was his family's. "Even if soulmates weren't a thing that existed, I think you'd still be my choice." A chuckle left your lips at his verse of hope. "There's not a choice in the matter, Jack. If there was, you wouldn't have been mine, I'm sorry. I just wish there was someone we could ask-"

You stood up abruptly, as if you'd just cracked a code. "That's it! An angel." You waited to coax a nod from him, but none came. His shoulders were slumped and his face pulled into a tight frown at your earlier words. You tried to ignore the guilt that swelled in your chest, but it would have to sit there for a while.

You shook your head slightly, "W-We'll have to do some research. Jack, can you go get Sam's laptop?" The man shook his head, a confused look on his face. "Sam took it with him, why?" Clenching your jaw a groan left your lips, you hoped this would only be as hard as you thought it would. Although now that you had to search about the copious amounts of books littered throughout the bunker you didn't know how long it would take. "I wanna do a summoning."