FIRST AND FOREMOST!
SOME REPLIES TO MY AWESOME REVIEWS FROM MY AWESOME BUDDIES!
164Elizabeth: Hahaha I will! I promise! Thank you so much! You have so made my day you have no idea! I feel like he does and he would be, but he has so much self doubt and fear that he's going to mess up, cause thats all he knows, is that he messes up, its just so sad! I think him and Jack would be good for each other! I know! Poor bby Jack doesn't know what to do!
Itstheurgetofall: Thank you so much! You are so nice! *HUGS** Right! At least I am not the only one who would think it would be so cute to see the 'big mighty terrifying' Lucifer being all 'dad' on Jack!
Spibbler: LOL! I remember something like that too, that would be so awesome to see, Chuck coming in all like 'what? why would I-grandson?' I feel like Chuck would try to be the bestest grandfather ever, if not just to try and make up with where he failed with his own kids, he would try to not make similar mistakes with his grandchild. That would have been an awesome ending! It's too cute not to think about!
Telentropy X: Thank you my friend! I agree with you, sort of, with how he's acted he most certainly is falling into that sort of category! He did though! He was always so excited for Jack, it was like that sort of 'I created something, I made something, instead of breaking it' excitement! I think he sort of believes what others believe him to be, sometimes, a bit more then sometimes, that he doesn't really know who he is anymore and that Jack could be that reminder~~LOOK AT ME! GOSH THIS IS WHY I DON'T HAVE NICE THINGS! I ALWAYS GIVE THINGS AWAY LOL! Thank you my friend for keeping an open mind though, that means a lot to me, and thank you for enjoying my work! Back at you on that last note ;D Gotta know whats going down with Eliyon and the crew!
AN: THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT AND EVERYTHING! YOU ARE ALL AWESOME AND I LOVE YOU ALL! *HUGS EVERYONE!*
'Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I'm all alone'
~~"Home" Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha
Lucifer looked him over a moment, and for that short span of time Jack was frightened that he would be called out on his lie, he very clearly had somewhere to go. He didn't very well look like your average homeless child, too clean, clothes nice and washed, but nothing was said on this fact and he let out a breath when the archangel turned away from him.
"Alrighty then, you want to come back with me?, Jack thought about it, this was his last chance to turn back, but there was things he had to know and questions that needed answers.
He nodded.
Lucifer smiled at him, turning slightly, motioning the way down the street, "This way then kiddo."
Jack followed, unsure but curious, looking around at the completely unfamiliar town. Sam and Dean had brought them on a case and when they were on a case it was all business. It wasn't like they made the time to sight see, so this was exciting, getting to see things that he normally wouldn't get to. He didn't notice the look the older man was sending him, that fond, amused look only an adult could get when watching their kid do something they deemed to be 'cute'.
They got to the end of the road and Lucifer hummed, drawing Jack's attention away from the colorful buildings, "You got good taste kiddo."
He held the record Jack had made him purchase up, "Nice pick.", he smiled despite himself, the praise was just as warming from Lucifer just as it would have been from Castiel. Though he liked basically the same music that Dean did, there wasn't much originality, and that's not to say that Dean didn't have good taste either, but there was so much out there.
"Thank you."
Lucifer smiled at him and nodded, tucking it back into the bag, turning his attention back to the busy intersection. The light turned from yellow to red in the other lane and their signal to walk blinked on, Jack made to move forward, his foot mere inches from the street, when an arm shot out stopping him in his tracks. Lucifer didn't so much as budge from his impact, as solid as a statue, the boy made a noise of questioning.
"Not yet kiddo.", as if on cue a car came zooming around the corner, there was a squeal as the breaks were slammed and the tires skid, the man in the middle of the crosswalk froze in shock, his body seizing in panic, and Jack pushed against the arm that held him back, wanting to get the man out of the way before something bad happened.
When the arm refused to budge, he turned an accusatory look up to the archangel keeping him in his spot, this was it. Not even really down the street and already his true colors. Everything that Sam and Dean had said was true. He really would sit by and watch and innocent man perish.
Maybe even enjoy it.
His words died in his throat, Lucifer's eyes were glowing, like his, but a red instead of a gold, unseen in the bustled around them at the impending crash. Jack turned back to the scene before them, gripping at Lucifer's arm, the car slid to a halt in front of the man, who slammed his hands down on the hood angrily, yelling out curse after curse. The driver looked just as shocked as the bystanders, the car should have kept going.
"Now we can go.", the arm moved from his chest, folded back into the archangels side, and they crossed. Jack followed the two men as they passed, watching them yell at each other, even though he was sure that the driver was the one in the wrong.
He jogged to catch up with the archangel, Lucifer had slowed his pace when he noticed Jack had gotten distracted, and they continued another block and a half in silence.
"Did you do that?"
"Hmm?", Lucifer didn't turn to look down at him but he knew he had heard his question. Jack raised his hand to tug at the sleeve of his jacket, freezing mid air, unsure if he was allowed to or not. Castiel did not like it when he tugged on the sleeve of his trench coat. Lucifer cast a glance down to him and grabbed his hand, "I'm not gonna bite you. You can touch my jacket, I don't care, it's a jacket. But I heard you."
That only urged him to keep on it, "So did you?"
Lucifer sighed heavily, letting his hand go, Jack was surprised by how much cooler it was once he did. He had a surprisingly warm grip.
"He was on his way to visit his daughter. The package he had was for her. She just had his first grandchild."
As if that answered his question. Jack nodded, but kept urging him on, wanting to know the answer, yes, or no.
"But-"
"Yes. I did."
Jack smiled, satisfied, and let it drop, Lucifer smiled down at him, shaking his head slightly but didn't make any sort of comment on it. They walked in silence for a bit longer, and Jack briefly wondered how much farther it would be, Lucifer chuckled softly from next to him.
"Not too much farther. I promise."
He blushed at having been so open with his questions, somewhat surprised that his father had read his thoughts, but didn't say anything on it. Sometimes, even though he knew he was doing it now, he could hear Sam and Dean's thoughts.
Dean's were kind of a weird though.
"And most likely inappropriate."
Jack looked up startled and Lucifer gave him a half smile, "You need to learn to not project yourself so much."
He felt small suddenly, his excitement and nerves fading slightly under the shame, something else he was doing wrong. Why couldn't he seem to do anything right the first time? He was always messing up.
"Because you're young kiddo. You'll learn with time. How old are you, a few months? Most angels don't even realize they have as much power as they do until they get their second set of wings."
Lucifer gave him an amused look and looked over his shoulder, "And last I checked you still only had one. Supposed to have three. You're doing great with what you have."
"Jack?"
Sam Winchester was not having a good day today, first he woke up later then usual, he had a splitting headache, and for some reason he could not shake this foreboding feeling that something was happening. Something that should never happen, was happening at this very moment, and he couldn't quite name what it was either which only added to the ever growing list of reasons why he was ready to call it a day and start over tomorrow.
And now he couldn't find Jack.
Could nothing go right today?
"Jack?" he poked around the old record shop that Castiel had said he had left the nephilim in, as he was interested in seeing what they had and what could be found, Sam stopped his circling, as there was only two people inside this shop and the one worked here. If Jack had been here, he wasn't now, and the knowledge that he could be anywhere was worrisome.
"Excuse me?", he captured the attention of the employee, a girl no older then 22, hair colored purple and blue, a spike through her lower lip, teenagers these days.
"Yes? How can I help you?"
Despite her appearance she seemed to be rather polite. Perhaps raised in the right manner. Shame on him for judging the book by its cover.
"Was there a boy in here? About this high? Dirty blonde hair? Backpack? Gray blue eyes?"
She raised an eyebrow and set her cloth down, careful as she set the record down next to it, "Well that really narrows it down. There was a kid about that description in here a few hours ago. He left on his own."
"He didn't leave with anyone?"
"Just said 'on his own' so no. I don't think so."
Well there he goes again, making assumptions on peoples character, though he supposed if he worked this job he'd get aggravated at times too.
"Right. Sorry."
She shrugged, "He left on his own, made a right out the door, where he went from there I have no idea. Can't really leave the store unattended.", and with that she picked her rag up again and took back her polishing.
Sam nodded his thanks to her, knowing when a conversation was called to an end, and turned on his heel. No use for him to still be in here. Jack wasn't here and honestly the employee was of no help at this point.
He stopped outside the door and looked down either end of the street, his eyes lingering on the right, and when he saw nothing that gave indication that Jack had been there he heaved another sigh.
Dean was going to have a cow.
Jack stood at the end of the walkway, staring up at the little house his father had just disappeared into, at the large rose bushes in front of the large living room windows, the small garden in the left alley. It looked nothing like he was expecting, of course Jack wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it most certainly was not something like this.
"Kiddo? You coming?"
Lucifer poked his head out the screen door and snapped him from his reverie, the nephilim nodded quickly and stepped through the gate at the end of the path. He stumbled at the sudden change, he felt weird, and almost tripped over his own feet. Lucifer was in front of him in a moment, catching him before he could truly fall, steadying him on his feet.
"Careful. It'll pass. It's the warding."
"Why is the gate warded?", Jack looked back in time to see the surface shimmer a blue shimmer and fade back to plain old wood, he turned to look back up at Lucifer, confused by the concern that shone in his eyes. Not something he was expecting either, after everything that he'd been told about Lucifer he didn't expect him to be so...not evil?
Lucifer watched him until he was sure he wasn't going to fall over and then he released him up again, stepping back slightly, "Not just the gate. The entire place is warded. You'll only feel the affects once though so you should be fine, if you're still feeling light headed tell me immediately and I'll make some changes.", he refused to look away until Jack nodded in assent and understanding.
"But why?"
"They leave me alone if they can't get in."
Once again, with the short cryptic answers, but at the moment he was still a bit too disoriented to question further. Lucifer looked down the path once, as if checking something, and turned back to lead him to the house.
It was a nice little house. Sparsely furnished, and very open, despite the weathers changing around them, in their own little bubble it seemed to be none ending spring time. Flowers blooming. Birds singing. Nothing that would spell out a place that Lucifer would want to live.
There was a breeze that made the lace curtains dance inward, fluttering to the unheard song, and he felt at ease despite who stood next to him.
A warm hand settled on his shoulder, "Mi casa is su casa."
It moved almost as sudden as it was there and Lucifer stepped into the room, checking a watch on his wrist, "You have to eat? Right? Did you have lunch?"
Jack shook his head, frozen to his spot for a moment, still taking in the room. It was small but not too small, and the lack of large furniture made it seem bigger then it was, there was a small sofa, a chair, and a table. On the other side was a lengthy bookcase, full of novels and albums he he was sure that Sam had never seen before. Lucifer looked over his shoulder at the lack of response and smiled slightly, "You can look if you want. Nothing's gonna hurt you, I swear."
Jack blushed again, having been caught staring more then once, and ducked his head.
His stomach gave a loud growl.
"I'll take that as a 'no'. I'll whip something up for ya.", Lucifer shed his jacket and hung it on a hook near the hall, "Quick tour though, down the hall to the left, bathroom, on the right is the master bedroom and the spare, the backyard is out through the kitchen, and obviously, this is the living room."
Jack took it all down mentally, wanting to see it all, but his attention was captivated by an album on the shelf.
"And I'm not sure what you were fed with the Winchesters but in this house we eat healthy."
So he did know, Jack's took a deep a breath, turning to look at the archangel nervously. Lucifer met his gaze, arms crossed lazily in front of him, fingers tapping out a beat on his arm. Both eyebrows rose as one and he nodded, he did, indeed, know when he was being lied to.
"Father of lies kiddo, you honestly didn't expect me not to see one in front of my own face, did you?"
Jack ducked, backing away slightly, feeling the familiar rush in his belly as his power jumped forward, ready to fight should the need arise. Lucifer smiled at him in the next moment though, chuckling softly, and shook his head.
"It's okay kiddo. Just try not to anymore okay. You make yourself comfortable and I'll go get something a cookin for you."
With that he turned, leaving him alone, as he went to make him something to eat.
Jack felt his power slowly leave, his nerves slowly unfolding, and he let out a small breath.
He found himself in front of the bookshelf, listening intently to the sound of pans and pots clanging together, a knife cutting something up, and then it sizzling as it cooked, the small wafted out almost instantly and his stomach growled again.
It smelled good.
Slowly, gently, he pulled the oldest looking book out from its spot. The cover was blank and when he opened it, it was not typed wording as he had come to expect, but neat handwriting, an old cursive, fancy scripting with twists and curls.
There was a name on the inside cover.
A name he didn't know but felt he recognized anyway.
He started at the foot steps coming down the hall and quickly stashed the small book into his jacket, turning back as if examining what was there for something interesting. Lucifer's head poked around the corner and he followed his gaze over the rows of books.
"Find anything interesting?"
Jack shook his head, trying to focus on keeping his heart beat in check, the weight of the book in his jacket was heavy against his chest. Lucifer looked at him for a long moment and hummed, nodding, as he turned his attention back to the rows of books.
"Believe it or not, I have read every single one of these, at least once. I was what you would call a book worm when I was younger." His eyes skimmed over the volumes and spines of various reads, "I think," he reached for one on the upper shelf, pulling it down, and blowing the slight coating of dust off it, "You'd like this one."
Jack took the book carefully, hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at it, there was a carving in the front cover, hard to put into words to describe it, but the symbol in the middle was something he'd recognize.
It was another name.
In enochian no doubt.
But being half angel he could read it and his breath caught again.
Lucifer hummed one last time and pushed away from the wall, "You can sit if you want, I'll let you know when the foods done."
Jack nodded, turning slightly, his nerves still on high alert, and stared down at the book he'd been given as he moved to sit on the small sofa. He opened the cover, flinching as it creaked and crackled, vaguely he could hear Lucifer telling him not to worry about it 'they're near ancient' but he still tried his hardest to be careful, too distracted by the words he was able to read, like the other book he'd pulled, safely tucked in his jacket, this was hand written as well.
It was a book about his father.
'Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me
Home'
~~"Home" ~~ Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha
Okie dokie~! SO as you can see I write Lucifer's character sort of differently, but please bare with me, I see him sort of differently then he is originally written and you'll see what exactly I mean later on! I promise he's not going to turn out to be a good guy, cause lets face it, he's really not, but he's not a bad guy either, not necessarily. Like I said, just bare with me! PLEASE!
~~Also, just as a heads up, the Winchesters and Castiel will be featured, but since this is mostly about Jack and Luci and their relationship, it won't be a heavy feature for them! For a bit. They make more appearances down the road!
So Jack went home with Luci! Luci has a house though? And a garden? LOL! And he knows how to cook? Sam knows that Jack is gone? He knows something is not right? Something is off? Jack found a book~~about something? Lucifer gave him another book, about himself? Does he know Jack's lying? Does he know why Jack wanted to come back with him?