Puddles Of Petals | Jack Kline

Chapter Fifteen: Stairway to Heaven

You were tossed in a room, "Don't get too comfortable." The woman who captured you snarled as she slammed the door. Everything was bright, so bright that you didn't dare try and look at anything yet. Though when you did, the cabin that you were at previously appeared right before your eyes. The river next to it flowing majestically. The sun twinkling off the water as the birds in the trees above your head pierced their way through your thoughts.

You exhaled a confused sigh before looking back behind you, then at the mud on your knees which were sunken in the ground. The door was no where to be seen, you closed your eyes in disbelief. You were stuck, and God only knew if it was forever or not. You groaned, a broken sob coming from your mouth just after. Your hand came to muffle the sound, encase they were listening. You couldn't give them that satisfaction. As you lifted your head back up, you were all the more shocked to see the red truck rolling to a stop in front of you. Who was driving? Quickly fear ran over your body, frantically trying to get your knees out from where you were stuck.

A man with light brown tuff's of hair jumped out of the vehicle, running towards you with a worried expression. "Y/n!" That voice. You threw your gaze at the man quickly and laughed in relief. Jack was here, he'd help you out of this. "Jack! Jack you're here! Haha!" Your relieved giggle made his tense shoulders relax and you scrambled to stand.

Before you could however he reached you and kneeled down to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. You could see in his eyes that he was concerned. "What are you doing outside my love?" You tilted your head at him, "Sister Jo- I-I mean Anael she-" His facial expression told you he knew nothing about what you were saying and you gulped flinching back with a realization.

This wasn't your Jack, it couldn't be. He was acting like you had never left. You were about to push his hands off of you and run, when a tinier voice came from the front seat of the truck. "Mommy?" Your breath got stuck in your throat when you saw a beautiful baby boy hop from the interior of the car.

His eyes were blue like his fathers and his hair was almost exactly your shade. You held back another sob. If this wasn't your Jack, then this kid wasn't yours either. Not really. "H-Hi?" You reached for the boy and brushed your knuckles upon his cheek bone. "C'mon killer, lets go inside and make mommy that dinner you suggested." The kid jumped with joy and sprinted towards the entrance of the cabin, you winced a little at the nickname Jack gave him.

The nephilim sighed as your son waved at the two of you from the front door, trying his hardest to rush the man that sat by your side. "Are you alright, Y/n? You're all muddy, why are you so far from the house?" All you could do was nod and shrug, letting the strong arms lift you up. "Gosh can you even walk Y/n/n?"

You must have sprained your ankle on the way in, because when you took a step to show him you could, you whimpered. He furrowed his brows even more but didn't ask you any questions, he just put your arm around his shoulders and all but dragged you to the porch.

You thanked him when your feet hit the wood and let him catch up with the little boy making a racket in the kitchen. You flexed your foot and took a step to test whether or not you could walk by yourself. You could, but you were limping, you sighed.

The cabin looked different than before. It looked lived in, the farther you made it across the tiled floor the more you were able to see and there was a lot, like the three of you had lived there for a few years at least. There were a couple family photos and you were in them, but you seemed different. You furrowed your brows a little as you concentrated on your features.

You looked happy, peaceful even and you exhaled dreamily. You couldn't stop yourself from running your finger tips across the frame. That's all you have ever wanted. This was all too perfect. A voice at the end of the hall, you had been wondering down, spoke softly. "Mommy uhmm.. We need your help." He was a bit out of breath and when you gazed down at him you chuckled at his urgent expression.

"Oh no, what'd daddy do?" The little boy laughed throwing his head back in the slightest, "C'mon, c'mon." You faltered when his tiny hand grabbed a hold of yours, tugging with all his might.

He looked not but five years old and you briefly wondered what the date was in this place, as you scooted along behind him. When you made it to the kitchen white sprinkled the colorful surfaces. It looked like a powder of some sort and you figured it was flour since they had planned to bake you something.

You giggled at the man that turned around with a surprised expression. "Don't look! I promise I-I got this." He had the white substance all over his face and even caked in his hair. You rolled your eyes playfully, "My prince, you do not got this. What are you even trying to make?" You purred.

The kid by your side snorted out another laugh and you would've chuckled also if not for the melancholy look on your eternals face. "You haven't called me prince since-" He cut himself off to shake the excess flour from his sleeves before he straightened his back and finally towered over you once again.

"Since we left the Winchesters." You furrowed your brows and like it was a movie playing in front of your face, Jack kissed your cheek with a smile and urged your son to continue to help him make whatever it was they had planned.

Jack would never leave the Winchesters, at least you didn't think he would. The fight you had kind of solidified that thought. "Its a little unnerving isn't it?" A new voice spoke and you twisted quickly searching for the culprit. You had done a complete turn when you finally spotted Lucifer.

You growled at him, not even thinking twice before lunging at him. He was quick to grab your wrists and chuckle. "You got a lot of fight in you, I like that." You struggled against him before looking back to the kitchen entrance. "Jack!" The man you called for didn't move a muscle, in fact it didn't even look like he had heard you. "Oh don't tell me you thought this was real?" the Devil mocked.

You squinted angrily at the evil that stood in front of you. "Do you actually think he'd ever leave with you? If you're in competition with the Winchesters-" He leaned close to whisper. "You'll never win. Trust me." Lucifer scoffed, shaking his head with an accusing look on his face. "You don't know anything about Jack."

You snarled, tugging harshly against his hold. "You don't know anything about the Winchesters?" He cocked his eyebrow at that, strengthening the grip on you. "Oh don't I?" You could feel his breath on your skin now and the coldness of it surprised you. After a moment of not knowing what to say you tried your hardest to shrink back and hide your face. You couldn't handle his stare.

"Now lamb, we have a show to attend don't we? You're all finished here right?" Your throat was dry but that didn't stop you from giving a grunt and a tug as protest. Your strength didn't seem to faze him, his mouth closing around to form a small 'o' shape, a tune falling from them.

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