Lost and Found Part 1
A/N: Hey, guys, welcome to The Broken World! This is the 12th (wow!) installment in The Messenger of God Saga! It involves my OC, Angela Morgan, a hunter from a long line, and her and Sam's daughter, Grace Elizabeth Winchester. This will be a revision of season 13 and will be written from the Winchesters' POV, so some parts may be cut out. I hope you guys enjoy it! If you want, please leave a review to let me know what you think! :)
North Cove, Washington
Sam jogged into Jack's nursery, only to find Jack, clearly a young-adult male, his eyes glowing gold.
"Father?" he asked.
The two of them just stared at one another and Jack stood, and Sam instinctively took a step back.
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Dean knelt beside Castiel's body and Angela cried softly. Grace hugged her mother and sniffled softly, and Dean stood and looked towards Angela.
"Kiddo," he started softly. "Kiddo, I'll be right back. I'm gonna check on Sammy, okay?"
"Okay." Angela whimpered as she lifted Grace.
"Alright," Dean kissed her temple. "I'll be right back, Angie." He assured before he ran into the house.
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"No, no, no. No." Sam shook his head. "I'm not your father, Jack. It is Jack, right?"
"Father," Jack repeated as his eyes continued glowing.
Downstairs, the door opened, and footsteps could be heard coming upstairs.
"Sam? Sammy?" Dean called out.
"I'm in here," Sam replied.
Dean came in, gun drawn behind Sam. He noticed Jack and immediately fired at him.
"No!" Sam shouted.
Jack yelled and waves of light came off of him. It blasted the windows out of the upper floor of the cabin, and the brothers were floating in midair; once Jack stopped yelling, they were thrown against the wall and knocked unconscious.
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Dean's eyes shot open and Sam woke up soon after. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and Angela came into the room, carrying Grace.
"Are you guys okay?" her brows furrowed.
"Wait, was that—
"Lucifer's son." Sam finished.
Dean grabbed his gun and they all headed out of the cabin. "Can he teleport?"
"Huh?" Sam asked, confused.
"The kid," Dean huffed. "Does he have wings?"
"I don't know." Sam shrugged.
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"We still have holy oil, right?" Dean asked as he drove.
"For what?" Angela's brows furrowed in confusion.
"'Cause we're gonna have to hit him with everything we got."
"Hold on a second," Sam started. "Can we just talk about what happened back there?"
"Sure. Which part?" Dean questioned. "Let's see. Crowley's dead, Kelly's dead, Cas it…" he paused for a moment. "Mom and Robert are gone, and apparently, the Devil's kid hit puberty in thirty seconds flat. Oh, and almost killed you and me."
"Yeah, because you tried to shoot him." Sam reminded.
"I tried to shoot the monster, Sam. It's kind of what we do."
Sam sighed deeply. "We don't know what he is yet, Dean. And I had it under control."
"I'm sorry," Dean scoffed in disbelief. "Are you defending the son of Satan?"
"I'm not defending anything. I'm just saying, look, with everything that's happened, I'm obviously spun out also, but we need a plan."
"Yeah, kill him!" Dean snapped. "Okay? That's the plan. Look, right now all that matters is finding him, and ending him, before he hurts anybody else. And once we do that we'll figure everything else out."
"Daddy, is Unca Cas really gone?" Grace asked from the back seat.
Sam swallowed nervously, unsure of how to break the news that Castiel was really dead. He looked at Dean, almost questioning it.
"You know he is," Dean whispered.
Sam sighed heavily and turned in his seat to look at his daughter. "I'm sorry, Peanut. Your Uncle Cas got hurt really bad, a-and… yes, Peanut, he's gone."
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The Impala pulled up to Pirate Pete's, a fast-food restaurant.
"Well," Dean started. "You really think that Lucifer Junior is at Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats? That he was like was, 'before I destroy the world, let me just grab a bag of curly fries?'"
"Look, if he would've kept to the main road, he would have walked past it." Sam shrugged. "And I don't know—
"Fine, just make it quick," Dean grumbled.
"You're not coming?" Angela asked with a frown.
"No." Dean shook his head. "Look, maybe Sammy's right. Maybe the Devil's kid is in there just hanging out. Or maybe he's halfway across the country, torching Chicago. I'm gonna call Jody, check-in, see if she can't help us put a nationwide APB out on the creepy satanic nudist."
"Good." Sam nodded.
"Good is not the word I would use," Dean muttered.
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An obviously drunk woman stood at the counter of Pirate Pete's and the teenager working clearly looked annoyed with her.
"Friiiies." She slurred.
"Lady, seriously. We don't have fries." The employee replied in irritation. "It's breakfast only until eleven. But like I've said three times already, hash browns are basically the same."
"Booo! Fries." The woman repeated as Sam and Angela entered.
The teenager rolled his eyes and looked at Sam and Angela. "Welcome to Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats. Argh! How can I help you?"
"They want fries." The drunk woman muttered. "We all want fries."
"Shut up!" the teenager snapped at her.
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Dean hung up the phone and sighed heavily. "Gracie, I'm gonna step outside for a minute, okay?"
"'Kay, Unca Dean." She nodded.
Dean got out of the Impala and ran a hand over his face.
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"Ignore her," the teenager told Sam and Angela. "She's drunk off her ass."
"Little bit." The woman admitted.
"Right." Sam pursed his lips. "Uh, okay, we're looking for a guy. Uh, he—he's about your height. Uh… naked."
The drunk woman smirked and chuckled. "You and me both, sister."
"What did I say?" the teenager glared at her.
"Sorry." She shrugged.
"And yeah, I saw him." The teenager told Sam and Angela.
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Sam waited as his phone rang and he put it on speaker.
"North Cove Sheriff's Department. Barker speaking." The sheriff's voice rang through.
"This is Agent Berry," Sam started. "I'm with the FBI. Uh, I'm—I'm calling because, uh, did you happen to pick up a—a kid earlier today, uh, not exactly dressed. Um, he…" Sam trailed off as he looked at Clark's menu update, which had 'butt' in the name of the menu items.
"Uh, yeah." Sheriff Barker answered. "He's here at the station."
"He is?" Sam asked in surprise. "Great, great, that's great. Uh, okay, hold on to him. Don't release him until I get there, all right?"
"Holy…" Sheriff Barker trailed off.
"Sheriff? Something wrong?" Sam asked in concern.
"Uh… that's something we should talk about in person."
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Dean was walking back to the Impala with his keys in hand. The knuckles of his right hand were bleeding.
"Whoa," the drunk woman commented. "What happened to your hand?"
"Nothin'," Dean grumbled, not wanting to deal with her.
"Doesn't look like nothing," the woman continued. "You punch a wall or something? I punched a wall once. Well, a poster on a wall, but same diff, right? Freshman year, I had this roommate, Becky. She had this giant poster of Elsa. You know, from 'Frozen'? And I mean, first, who brings something like that to college? A cartoon? Really? Like, 'hello homeschool,' right?"
As the drunk woman spoke, she was writing something in the dust of the Impala's passenger side window, and Dean removed a bottle of whiskey from the trunk. He took a swing before he poured some over his bloody knuckles.
"You done?" Dean asked in annoyance.
"Anyway," the woman ignored Dean. "Becky was—and I say this in the most feminist, screw the patriarchy way—a giant super-bitch. She'd take things, and break things, and piss people off, and just do whatever she wanted, no matter who it hurt. It's like the whole world was just Becky to her, you know?"
"Mmm." Dean hummed, not one-hundred-percent listening. "So, you punched her poster."
"And lit most of her stuff on fire." She added, earning a look from Dean. "I got issues."
"Hey, s…" Angela trailed off when she noticed the drunk woman. "Dean, what did you do to your hand?"
"Don't ask," the drunk woman warned. "He's super sensitive."
"You guys got anything?" Dean asked the couple.
"Yeah, w-we know where he is." Sam nodded.
"Good. Great. Let's go." Dean replied as they piled into the Impala.
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Jack stumbled down the hallway of the sheriff's department and lightbulbs exploded overhead. He made it to the main room before he fell to his knees. In front of him, he saw a very distorted-looking Dean.
"Hey," Dean stepped towards Jack.
Jack's eyes began to glow again, and he started to struggle to his feet. Suddenly, Jack fell forward and Sam and Angela stood behind him. Sam had a taser in hand while Angela held Grace.
"Nice shot." Dean complimented.
The three of them moved towards Jack cautiously. The sheriff came in as they were distracted, her gun was drawn and pointed at them.
"Don't… what the hell is going on here?" Sheriff Barker asked.