Team Free Will 2.0

Chapter One

As the evening grew closer, the glow of the warm sun disappeared behind a sea of darkening trees. There was a bit of a cold breeze as night took over but it went unnoticed as the boys were all in one of the bigger rooms of the bunker. They were all in the living room joined with the main room with the big map table. Sam was sitting in a normal chair, slightly hunched over looking at stuff on his laptop, most likely new cases. Dean had just walked in with a bowl of popcorn he set in front of the couch. The couch being occupied with Cas sitting to one side with Jack's head resting next to his leg as he took up the rest of the couch. Cas's trench coat covering him up like a blanket. Seeing as he wasn't going to wake Jack up just to sit on an actual seat he grabbed the popcorn and sat on the floor. Looking back up to the angel and sleeping nephilim, the hunter's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Kid's been sleeping for a long time."

Cas nodded as he glanced at the sleeping boy who peacefully existed under his coat. "After everything he's been through he deserves to sleep. He probably needs it. Jack is almost entirely human now." The angel gently rested his hand in the dirty blonde locks below him. "At least this way it doesn't put pressure on his soul. When he gave up his power to me I made sure a sliver was left in his body while also making sure to balance it out with his human soul. He won't get sick. I just hope he is happy like this. As a human." Cas let out a long sigh and looked back to Dean who's green eyes were still looking over Jack.

"Yeah well, when you have three dads and one of them is God I would assume your life is great. Maybe daunting with how Sam nags." Dean chuckled as he tossed popcorn into his mouth. He flashed a bright smile when his younger brother swung around to glare at him for his comment.

Sam stood up and crossed his arms while making his way closer to the center of the room. "I do not nag." He sneered. "And besides, Jack likes me more than you anyway."

"Uh, who did he copy when he was born? Not you, Sammy." Dean stood as he argued, a cocky smile still on his face.

"Funny, didn't he run away because of you? Multiple times? Not you, Dean." Sam commented, repeating the way his brother made his comment. The older hunter sat down in defeat. He scowled a bit and grabbed more popcorn to shove into his mouth. Sam hummed happily before turning his attention to the two on the couch. "We should take Jack to the beach."

The angel tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes a bit. "The beach?" He repeated. "Do we have a case on the beach?"

"No," Sam shook his head. "What with you being the new God and everything uh... Holy? At peace. We all deserve a break. Sure there are monsters to fight, but it's slow and there are other hunters. Jack has spent the past three years of his life fighting for his life and everyone else's. Let's pack up the impala and go on a little road trip. Just to the west coast. The long drive, a motel on the way, we do fun stuff at the beach, then come home and get back to it."

Dean and Cas sat with the idea, both looking at Jack. The nephilim had been cooped up in the bunker a while. Cas was the first to speak up, "That might be nice. And don't refer to me as God. I am not God, I am not Chuck. I just make sure Heaven is safe and that things stay balanced. I want no part of ruling over it. I like it here." Thinking about being God left a bad taste in the angel's mouth. Jack had become God in their last run-in with Chuck, but he decided that he couldn't handle it and that Cas would be better to look after Heaven. All the angels liked him more anyway. Jack being the angel's nephew was weird enough for them and they were not very fond of their brother Lucifer. Jack didn't know many angels anyway aside from the archangels, Dumah, and Naomi. "We all could use a break." Cas added in with his last comment.

The older hunter thought about it some more. Thinking about how he told Sam that if he knew everything was safe and okay that he'd want all of them to go to the beach. A warm day, toes in the sand, dumb beach shirts. A small smile appeared on his face as his hands pulled at the hem of his dark shirt. "Yeah, let's go to the beach. I don't know when we will have this much free time again."