UPDATE- August 14th,20179 PART TWO IS OUT. Story is called With All MY Heart

A body slammed harshly against a metal pillar.

"What the fuck do you mean, they're Angels?!"

Dean could hardly hear his little brother yelling at him. His focus was entirely on the teen he had in his hold. He could see red and his vision tunneled. A rational part of his mind was telling him to calm down and to handle this right, but the protective side of himself was screaming 'KILL'. His hunter instincts were in hyper drive. The boy, Jack he remembered vaguely, clawed at his arm bracing his throat. He looked exhausted.

"Dean, everyone is okay," Sam argued, being cautious to approach the other. "No one is dead. Just relax!"

Dean growled, pressing harder until he could hear a chocking sound. Anger….every beat of his heart brimmed with rage. This feeling, it was stronger than anything he had ever felt toward his baby brother. Sam never felt anything this strong and it was both terrifying and addictive.

"D-Dean. Let him go, now."

The deep baritone, almost like gravel soothed his nerves. It was a strong tone that drug away the red clouding his vision.

"NOW, DEAN!"

The hunter stepped back suddenly. Jack dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. Feathers brushed gently against the hunters arm like a balm. He didn't have to look to know it was Cas stepping around him to check on the kid.

"What do you mean, Jack?"

Cas' voice was tender, almost parent-like as he spoke to the teen.

"My power," Jack replied, "I'm what my father calls a Nephilim."

Sam stiffened, hearing those words, catching the attention of the others. The taller man swallowed nervously, his eyes flicking between his brother and the teenager.

"Nephilim? Are you sure? It-It's just Nephilim are half Angels…..real Angels. We hunt monsters. Angels can't be real. That'd mean that God-Satan-Those would be real people too."

It was quiet for a moment before Jack nodded like it was common knowledge.

"Father prefers to be called Lucifer. Uncle Michael doesn't like to speak too much on the matter though. He—has a dislike of mortals….and me."

They were stunned.

"You're like Rosemary's baby?" Dean asked perplexed. "Isn't the world supposed to end when this happened?"

Jack shrugged noncommittally. They were speaking of a variance of the apocalypse like it was tea time. What the hell?!

"Christian zealots and warmongers were notorious for saying these things." He answered simply. "If it was up to father, those people would be right. Mother….I….I prefer to see it like she had. I love her and I want to see the world like she did. Father hates it though."

Jack's eyes softened when he began talking about her. It was easy to feel the way he cherished her memory. The love he felt for her cemented his honesty.

"Is that why you were here?" Sam asked carefully.

The teen nodded.

"Father…he…I don't like being with him. He's harsh and I don't like being around the demons. I don't like hurting people like they do. They just like my power to help them do it. I wanted….I wanted something else. I want to be free to help people. It's the right thing to do and mother would. I know she would, if she had the same choice."

Castiel gently placed his hand on Jack's shoulder. He couldn't leave him like this. Cas' dark wings fluffed up protectively. He couldn't return to work like this either. He turned toward Dean standing to the side observing the scene, looking for answers.

"Dean," Sam whispered to his brother, "We need to take them with us."

The older hunter startled. They can't go from being a duo to a whole family. Would they even fit in Baby on the way back to the Bunker? They needed to research this. Satan's fucking son? This was too much!

"Dean!" Cas barked, dragging his attention back. "It's overwhelming, I am too, but I think Sam's right. I can't go into work like this. There are easily a hundred people going to be showing up on the missing persons list by morning. It's a shit storm."

Dean pulled away from his brother and the officers, stomping his way out of the building toward where he parked the Impala. Luckily, the others followed close behind, not knowing how to handle the situation.

"Dean wait!" Sam yelled out, closing in behind. "Dean!"

The hunter yanked the door open to his car key's clenched in his fist.

"Cas," Dean shouted, "What's that case file you got for this whole mess?"

Castiel jerked, wings dropping behind his back, his blue eyes staring deeply into Dean's.

"1653-B," He whispered. "I was rereading the information on the reports earlier."

"Wipe it." Dean demanded. "Do whatever you need to erase everything about us. We can take you, blondie, and the kid, but I don't want the FBI tracking us while we hunt. There's no way…"

Castiel nodded. Dean's expression was a bit desperate. He could see how he was torn between duty and how he felt about the brunette man.

"Get in the car." Dean barked, jerking Cas' attention to him. "For God's sake, get in the fucking car!"

Everyone moved to comply. They understood the stress of the situation. Dean wasn't handling it well, but who would. Sam slid into the passenger seat like always and glanced to his brother wordlessly. This would be either the beginning of something great or a horrible mess, but they had to do something. The Impala's engine roared to life, quickly pulling out into the street. Castiel sighed, still in shock much like the others over how fast tonight's events hit like a bolt of lightning. What were they going to do? Where were they going? What was the Bunker? So many questions and no one dare ask any.

"This is the end." Castiel thought as he logged into the LAPD data base through Sam's borrowed laptop. "This is the end of LAPD Case #1653-B."

UPDATE- August 14th,20179 PART TWO IS OUT. Story is called With All MY Heart