"Who is that girl?" Sam asked as him and Jack rode back to the bunker.

The music blared loudly as Sam sped down the freeway, something that reminded him greatly of his brother. The thought put a decline in his mood and he leaned over to turn the music down.

Jack grinned. "That's Y/N. She talks to Dr. Myla too!"

Sam chuckled a bit before saying, "That's nice Jack. But how do you know her?"

"Oh, I just started talking to her."

"... Right," Sam responded.

They quickly approached the bunker and were stopped by Castiel standing outside.

"Cas? What's up?" Sam asked as he hopped out of the car.

"Sam. Jack. I have news on Michael."

"Michael? Do you know where he is?"

"No, not yet. But I have learned there might be a way to stop him."

Sam perked up at this. "What? What did you learn Cas?"

Cas shook his head. "Not much. Some of the angels felt a strong force nearby. I thought it might be Jack, but he's still drained, or Michael, but the angels said it felt much different than an angel… sadly, they can't find the source. I guess whatever it is, it's very good at covering its tracks." He sighed. "They were able to track it to this general area, a bit farther east, but they can't pinpoint the location, nor can they judge who or what did it."

Sam looked to Jack, but Jack shrugged. "I'm barely able to lift a pencil right now. Lucifer barely left me any grace when he took it. And I haven't done anything extraordinary since then."

Sam took this opportunity to head inside. "Then we brainstorm. What has that kind of power?"

He began making his way down the stairs, towards the library. Cas followed after him, trying to help, and Jack watched them go, stopping in the entryway.

"A powerful witch or demon," Cas supplied.

Sam shook his head. "Can't be anyone we know. All the Princes of Hell are dead. And, Rowena isn't nearby, is she?"

"No," Cas confirmed. "Rowena was in California last I heard."

Jack looked between the two of them. "So, it's someone you haven't met. Is it something you've never seen?"

It took Sam a minute to process what Jack was trying to say. "Something we haven't seen? Like some sort of creature we've never run into before?"

"Yeah," Jack said. "Maybe it came from someone or something that you have seen before, but not the same person. Like Rowena, is there any other witch with her powers?"

Sam looked at Cas, who was thinking about it. "I can't imagine there is. Rowena is known to the angels as the most powerful witch alive. If there is a witch who matches her powers, they obviously don't practice, or we would have noticed."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, you said that you couldn't track the source? I don't think witches have ways of cloaking themselves from angels… Then again, I don't think demons have that kind of power either."

"Surely there's a spell for that somewhere," Jack added. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm the only being who can do that willingly."

Cas froze at the suggestion trying to pull his thoughts together.

"Nephilim… or Cambion…"

Sam looked at him, shocked. "That's not possible, right?"

Both Sam and Cas shared a grim look, knowing very well that practically anything was possible in this world. But… how?

"What's a Cambion?" The young boy said, looking between the two men, now intrigued at the new suggestion.

Sam went to explain, but Cas cut him off. "A Cambion is a lot like you, Jack. The spawn of a human and a… powerful entity. And it's supposedly more powerful than both its parents. But… it's much your opposite. It-"

"It's half human, half demon," Sam finished quickly. "But we've only ever met one of them. And, if another existed, you would know, wouldn't you, Cas?"

Cas shrugged. "We didn't know about Jesse."

Sam paused. "Wait, what if it is Jesse? Surely he couldn't have gone under the radar this long. He's probably, what, seventeen or eighteen now? Bound to have grown in power."

Cas shrugged. "It's possible."

There was a pause and a tense thought hung in the air. "What are we going to do when we have him?"


You sat very still. You were panicking. Really panicking.

You tried to calm your nerves. The man in front of you didn't seem like he was here to kill you, and he didn't have an angry or vengeful vibe. In fact, from what you could tell, he seemed as uncomfortable as you. And maybe a little bit impatient.

Sam Winchester had shown up on time this week. Early. And now here you were.

He looked over one of the magazines, mindlessly picking through the pages. You clutched onto your phone, praying to God that whatever happened, Jack would be out soon. You didn't know why, but even as unsure as you were with Sam, Jack had such a peaceful air that you felt safe with him.

You shook your head. Now you were sympathizing the Devil's kid… not good.

Sam cleared his throat and you panicked. Not a noticeable amount, but enough to put you in danger. When he made the sound, your phone flew from your hand. Not enough to look supernatural to anyone else, it hit the ground right between your feet, but you knew. You were holding that phone so tight, nothing could have ripped it from your grip except for… yourself.

"You're Y/N, right?"

Your head shot up to look at him and he hesitated.

"I'm sorry. My name is Sam. I'm Jack's… guardian."

You blinked then nodded. Don't raise suspicions. "Yeah, sorry. I'm Y/N… well, I guess you were already aware of that."

He smiled, probably mistaking your flusteredness for anxiety or awkwardness. Oh if he only knew.

"So, you're a friend of Jack's?"

You shrugged. "Friend. Acquaintance. He kinda just… introduced himself and yeah."

Sam smiled. "Yeah. Jack does that."

You smiled back, your heartbeat going down as you started to see Sam's care for Jack shine through.

That's when the door to the office opened, and like it had the last two weeks, Jack walked through, followed by Dr. Myla. This time, however, something was very wrong. One look at Dr. Myla and you could tell she wasn't feeling alright. You quickly scanned her for her emotions and your frown deepened.

She was scared. Worried. And very, very desperate.

… For what though?

"Hello Y/N!"

Jack stopped by Sam and waved to you. You tried to smile and wave back, but suddenly you were overcome by the strong waves of nausea you felt the other day and all you could think was, I need to get out of here.

"Y/N, why don't you come in?" Dr. Myla asked with a smile but you could tell it was fake. Forced.

She's trying to do her job, you reminded yourself, but you wouldn't be able to make it through a session like this. With her like this. And you were in danger as it was.

"Y/N?" Jack asked, his face scrunched together in confusion.

You shot up from your chair and quickly walked out of the room, but you didn't make it in time. As you were leaving, you heard the sound of scratching, and Dr. Myla yelling after you, and you knew something had happened. You probably caused the table to jerk to the side or a chair to tip over.

God, how could you be so stupid?

But you were out of there in an instant, teleporting yourself home and safe. As you sat down on your bed and tried to rethink the events, the lights around you flickered rapidly and you put your head back in defeat. You were done for.


Cas sighed when the boys got back to the bunker.

"It happened again. The few left on angel radio said they felt the presence once again. I felt it this time. But there's no way to pinpoint its location."

Sam approached Cas and sat down across from him. "I think we know where it came from."

He put his head down rubbing his eyes. Cas looked at him, then to Jack for an answer. Finally, Jack spoke up.

"My friend. Y/N. She pushed a table across the room. But, not with her hands. With her mind.

Cas looked at Sam, eyebrows raised. Sam shrugged. "Y/N goes to the same therapist as Jack. Jack came out from his appointment and she got all tense and ran out. But, while she was doing that, the table in the room slid after her and blocked the doorway. When we pushed it out of the way and got into the hallway, she was gone."

Cas's face hardened. "Do you know what she is?"

Sam shook his head. "No. The therapist talks to hunters, humans, vampires, werewolves-"

"Nephilim," Jack added with a smile.

Cas nodded in acknowledgement. "Did you ask her?"

"The therapist? Yes. She can't tell us. There is a patient confidentiality policy."

"No," Cas argued. "This is important. This is about saving the world. She has to tell us."

"We could try-" Sam started, but Jack cut him off.

"No, we can't. Y/N put her trust in Dr. Myla not to tell, like I did. We can't threaten Dr. Myla to tell us and then expect her not the give away my secret to an angel or demon who storms into her office looking for me."

Sam looked at Jack, too tired to argue. "Okay, Jack. We'll talk about this later."

Jack nodded, unsure what else to do, then turned and walked to his room.


Why haven't they found me? Why haven't they come for me?

You stared at the door, waiting for Sam Winchester to walk in with a gun, a hoard of angels to come in wielding angel blades, a group of demons in suits with calm faces.

But you weren't scared this week. You were confused. You spent your whole life preparing for a breakdown like this and now… nothing.

No angels. No demons. No hunters. Nothing.

And that's why you came to therapy today. One week later and you were sure if someone was coming for you, they would have by now.

And, hey, maybe Jack and Sam thought the table was a freak accident. You disappearing… maybe they thought you were just really fast… Like they would believe that.

Jack and Dr. Myla walked in and, although Dr. Myla looked back to normal again, Jack was obviously shocked to see you here again.

Dr. Myla nodded to you. "Good to see you again, Y/N. I'll come back to get you in a minute."

She disappeared and you realized that Jack had been standing there staring at you the whole time. You looked down at your hands. What were you supposed to say?

"Um, hi Y/N."

You looked up and forced a smile. "Hi Jack."

Something about his hesitance made you sad. You had only met him a few times and yet his constant cheeriness meant a lot to you. And you had ruined that. You looked down once again, suddenly overwhelmed by your feelings of gloom.

"Y/N, what are you upset about?"

"It's no matter. I'm sorry about last week."

Then, Jack did something to surprise you. Instead of going to his normal spot, he sat down next to you and looked at you for a moment.

You weren't sure what to do except look back. He had green/grey eyes that held no trace of the horrible deeds of his family. In fact, all you could see in them was compassion.

You chuckled to yourself for your idiocy and put your head down once again. You couldn't get attached to the son of Lucifer, you reminded yourself.

"I don't understand," he said, looking away from you. "You don't look evil."

You took in a sharp breath. You wondered what Jack knew about you. "Looks can be deceiving," you responded.

"So, you think your evil?"

"I don't know Jack."

"Are you human?"

You looked up, a bit surprised at the question. You locked your eyes onto a home lifestyle magazine. "Are you human, Jack?"

You knew the answer. But you wanted to hear it from him. Your eyes glazed over the magazine smearing the white font into the green background.

He hesitated, before answering again. "I… I try to be."

"Yeah," you sighed. "Me too."

"Y/N?" You stood up and walked towards Dr. Myla who had just entered. She smiled, "I'm glad you're back."

"Thanks." You turned to Jack and gave him one final smile. "See you around Jack."

He nodded in response.

You followed Dr. Myla to her office and sat down with her.

"So, Y/N. What happened last week?"

"It started with Sam Winchester-"

Dr. Myla froze. "You know who he is?"

You knew why Dr. Myla was worried. She has a policy saying that she can't talk about other patients in anyway with anyone, so the fact that you knew put her in danger, not to mention probably meant that others new Jack Kline was talking to her.

"Yes, but that's not exactly important. I know you can't say anything about him or Jack, so let's avoid the topic." She nodded, still perplexed. "Anyways, he was sitting across from me, and I was nervous because he's a hunter. A really famous hunter. And then he tried talking to me, which completely set my nerves on edge. I accidently jerked my phone out of my own hands and I felt like I was going to burst. Then you walked through the room and your aura screamed afraid. I don't know what happened last week, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sit in this room with you for an hour if both of us were on edge and I was already losing control. I had to cal-"

There was a large crash outside and you looked to the door. As you did, the lights began to flicker… Here it comes…

They found me.

You stood up and walked to the door, you tried to be slightly stealthy, because you didn't know what was out there.

Then you heard Jack yell and there was a loud ringing sound. You leaped through the hallway and into the waiting room. Jack had two demons stuck in the air using a bronze lightbeam. His eyes matched the same light as he concentrated on keeping them stuck.

However, you saw a third make its way around its buddies, obviously having missed the beam. It pulled back it's hand, obviously ready to throw the knife he had at Jack, but you stopped him.

You're hand reached out and you felt a surge of red hot power flow through you as made the blade in his hand so hot, he dropped it, clutching his newly burned hand. You knew that wouldn't stop him, though.

You pulled a knife from your boot and threw it directly at the demon. It shrieked in pain, as it hit him in the neck. A skull flickered underneath his skin. You ran forward it grabbed it once again from the now lifeless body.

You turned to the other two, still stuck in Jack's force field projection. You reached forward and stabbed both of them in the gut before backing away and turning to Jack.

After seeing that you had killed them, Jack dropped his hand and both the demons hit the wall behind them and slumped forward. You stared at the wreckage, then looked at Jack in shock.

"You need to go," Dr. Myla said.

You turned around, helplessly. "Dr. Myla, I-"

"I'll deal with them, but a force that strong will attract more. Many, many more. You guys should get out of here."

Jack came to his senses much faster than you, grabbing your arm and guiding you around the bodies and out of the room.

"Y/N, wait." You turned back to Dr. Myla once more. "It's not safe to come back here. You'll attract even more attention to yourself if you do. But, if you need help, it's your risk to take, and my door is always open."

You nodded, and Jack tugged on your arm once more, dragging you out of the room.

Once outside you both ran for the exit to the building. You stopped abruptly when you heard Sam call out for Jack near the exit. Jack turned to see why you stopped and you shook your head.

"Go on, Jack."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going home, Jack. Don't worry about me."

He tried to stop you again. "No, wait! Me and Sam, we can take care of you-"

"You shouldn't be worried about me, Jack. Go on. I'll take care of myself."

"No, Y/N, wait-" But by then, you had already transported yourself back home.

Goodbye Jack.