Not Defined By Blood

Lionheart

The vision had lasted, maybe, a few seconds. But that was long enough for Jack to sense the depravity of his father's soul. He had felt the hatred his father held for all mankind, as well as his desire to cleanse the earth of, what he considered to be, abominations. And he wanted Jack to help him.

Jack curled up on the floor, shaking in terror, as his eyes filled with tears. The fear was overwhelming, and he couldn't escape it. He felt as though he would drown in it. His father had made him, solely to use him to bring about the mass destruction of mankind. And he had never intended to give Jack any choice in the matter.

He felt Claire touching his shoulder again. She coaxed him into a sitting position and put her arms around him trying to comfort him. He clung to her, as she was his anchor; the only thing keeping him from running as far away as he possibly could.

Claire softly asked, "Jack, what happened?"

It took few minutes before he could find the courage to speak. And when he did, his voice was trembling. "Lucifer, my father. . . I saw him. Like a vision. He's looking for me. He wants me to come find him."

"Great, the devil is reaching out to him." Dean was not helping.

Sam was. "Dean stop it. Look at him, he's terrified."

Claire looked up at Sam for help. "What do we do?"

Sam crouched in front of him and gently placed his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Jack, we should get you back to the bunker. It's safer there, and we can protect you."

"And keep you away from Lucifer." Dean must be blind if he couldn't see how that was the last thing Jack wanted to do.

Jack felt the fear retreating, frustration replacing it. "Trust me, I don't want anything to do with Lucifer. I want to be on a different planet than him."

Thankfully, Sam spoke up before Dean could react, "Great, then let's get back to the bunker and figure this out."

"Okay, I'll go grab our things," Claire said as she stood up.

"No, you're staying," said Dean in a clear attempt to gain even a modicum of control in this situation.

"Dean, it's fine. She can help." Sam clearly just wanted to get them moving.

Dean gave up. "Fine."

Jody offered what little help she could. "Okay, and in the meantime, I can try putting out an APB on Satan."

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They had all piled into the Impala, Dean driving, of course, and blasting rock music as if it could drown out the world. Jack was in the back seat with Claire, still reeling from his vision. He gripped her hand, just needing to know she was there. Being in close proximity to the man who wanted him dead was only adding to how overwhelmed he felt. And Sam's phone ringing a moment later made him jump. 

Sam turned off the music and answered it, "Hi Cass."

"Castiel?" Jack was confused; Castiel was alive?

Sam put the phone on speaker so Dean could ask, "What's up Cass?"

From the phone came, sure enough, Castiel's voice. "Well, heaven has no leads on Jack, but the angels did register a massive spike of energy. Another portal was opened. Lucifer is back."

"Yeah Cass, uh, we know. We actu. . ." Sam was interrupted by Jack.

"Castiel? You're alive?"

This must be old news because Castiel sounded puzzled. "Um, yes. . . Sam who is that?"