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164Elizabeth: I KNOW! I love the bonding scenes too! They are so cute together! Jack loves his uncles already and he hasn't even met them!...yet?...hehehe...Lucifer is so going to teach Jack how to cook everything and anything! LOL! Luci would so have his hands full with the trouble they could both get into together! Gabe would be the worst influence ever! And to think Lucifer already has his hands full with one!

Spibbler: I'm so happy that you're so happy! Papa Luci and curious little Jack are life, lets be honest, they are life! Welp, I do have some plans with the uncle(s) but I'm not going to give anything away! This one I'm going to keep, hehehe, I'm not usually good at this sooooo! lol!

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AN: I really don't have anything to say lol! I'm all out of authors notes at the moment!

'You're my mortal flaw

I'm you're fatal sin'

Beth Crowley~~Warrior

It was well within the third day when he finally built up the courage to go into the bedroom, not his own obviously, but the master bedroom. Lucifer's room. His father was cleaning up the space, putting clothes away, at first he had giggled at the thought of an archangel having so much clothes, and then Lucifer had held a pile of folded shirts and jeans out for him, instructing him to put them away in his room.

Finally they had something other then a sunny bright day, he wondered briefly if his father was in some sort of mood, but his worries were quickly dismissed by said archangel. It was just a rainy day, watering his garden and the small orchard, and with the rainy day it was a lazy day. The both of them had yet to change from there pajamas. He sat on the bed, legs tucked under him, picking at the quilt on the bed.

"Father who are those pictures of?"

Lucifer looked up at him, hanging a shirt in the closet and his attentions turned quickly from the nephilim to the pictures on the dresser top.

"Theres a few of my family, your family, your uncles, a couple of you."

"You have some of me?", Jack's up, off the bed, and kneeling to look at the pictures, he doesn't recognize anyone, though in some he sees his father, but its clear he's not the focus in the picture, a dark haired man with green eyes, another with electric blue, and there's a third with golden eyes similar to his.

Then there's him.

He smiles, "I think these ones are the best pictures.", he can feel the heat as his father bends over him to look at the pictures himself, and he feels the stubbly chin and the breathy chuckle as he registers what was being said. The young nephilim yelps when hands close around his waist, tugging him back, and they both fall back onto the bed, Jack giggles as arms wrap around his stomach.

"Personally, they're my favorite too,", fingers dig into his lower belly and he shrieks, his fingers curling around his fathers large hands, theres a snap and a quick flash, "And this one? This is my newest favorite."

The boy giggles softly, the fingers have stopped digging but haven't pulled away yet, Jack leans back smiling still and feels the stubble rub against his cheek. Lips press to the side of his cheek, under his ear, and he smiles again.

He's been here for almost a week now, and he's learned so much more about his father then he had ever learned from asking his questions to Dean and Castiel. He was nothing like they had made him out to be. They had made him sound hard, cold-hearted, plain old evil.

Like the bad guys in the movies he liked to watch, that was always triumphed by good, something to be taken out and the world ridden of.

But he's gotten to see a side to his father that he doesn't think they have had the blessing to see. Lucifer is soft, his touch can be gentle, it can be as hard as stone at a moments notice, but when the time did not call for it he could be so gentle. Guiding his hands as he teaches and shows him how to make certain things, boosting him up and catching him when he jumps from the trees. His voice doesn't have that tinge of the insane evil that he's come to expect, when he reads, from his own books and new ones, its deep but its smooth. Sometimes it lulls him to sleep, when they sit on the couch and he reads to him from his book, and when he speaks in general, he's inclined to listen.

And he doesn't get annoyed with all his questions.

Jack knows that Castiel is fond of him but sometimes he get's the feeling that he get's frustrated by his questions. And he makes him feel bad for asking about his fathers family. Not that he feels as if Castiel does it on purpose, or he sure hopes its not on purpose, but he makes him feel bad asking about his family.

Lucifer welcomes his questions, answering them to the best of his ability, and making sure that he's satisfied with his answer.

And he's playful, so so playful, a welcoming change to the general environment of the Winchesters bunker, chuckling and laughing. They play together, from chasing each other in the garden out back, Lucifer chasing him in the small orchard and inevitably catching him when he'd sprayed him in the back with cold water whilst he was distracted pulling weeds from the garden, and to moments like this, fingers poised in his lower belly and snapping a picture as he laughs freely.

Jack enjoys this part of his father that he's gotten to meet. Gotten to know, and he wishes he can share this part of him with the others too, maybe if they knew how he could really be then they'd let him stay with him, they could all be together, one big happy family.

He hears his father chuckle, pulling him from his thoughts, and he smiles at the feeling. It's a tingly feeling, it feels strange, a sensation he's not used to just yet. Lucifer told him that it was called 'tickles' and has something to do with the nerve endings, something like that.

"But I'm happy to hear that you like my pictures, kiddo", Jack giggles again turning slightly, his father chuckles again and follows him as he tries to turn away. The boy yelps as he's tugged aside, tossed onto the large bed itself, and Lucifer pushes himself up and sets the camera on the dresser, "I'm going to print these later."

Jack smiles, sitting up on the bed, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"What are we going to do today father?"

Lucifer was back to putting the clothes away, folding towels now, and stepped out of the room to put them in the hall closet. Jack found himself distracted by the sword still leaning against the side wall. He crawled over the mattress to get closer, reaching out for the hilt, a hand closed around his wrist and pulled it back right before he was able to grasp the smooth metal.

"Don't touch it Jack", Lucifer's voice is firm, and he tugs his hand back, his grip is firm but its gentle, "That's my sword. It's made directly from my grace. I don't know what sort of affect it could have on you. I don't want to see you get hurt."

He nodded, pulling away from it, not wanting to make his father angry at him.

"And Jack?", Lucifer was not done yet, the nephilim turned away from the quilt and looked back up, he was holding a book out to him, an old book with a worn cover, lettering on the top faded almost completely, his heart catches when he realizes which book it is, "Next time just ask."

He took the book, the one he'd hidden in his jacket on the first night here, looking sheepish and guilty. He didn't like making Lucifer cross with him, he didn't want to be a bad kid, and yet at the end of everything thats what he did. He hurt people and did bad things.

"Hey?", a warm hand brushed his cheek, tilting his head upwards, his eyes meeting those of his father. Lucifer smiled down at him softly, thumb rubbing over his cheek tenderly, he wasn't happy that he had tried to hide such a book from him but he wasn't as upset about it as the boy clearly thought he'd be, "I'm not mad at you. Just, next time, ask me okay?"

"Yes father.", Jack wanted to look down but Lucifer wouldn't let him, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay kiddo, do you know how to read it?"

Jack shook his head, tucking the book in closely, there was some of the words he knew. Some he recognized, he wasn't sure how he did, as he was sure he had never seen them before he had seen them in this book, but he knew them.

"Some of them. But only a few words."

Lucifer looked vaguely impressed, even with what little he admittedly knew of the writing, even knowing what some of those words meant at such an age and having never seen them before was enough to impress anyone. He smiled, waiving for him to scoot over, and sat next to him on the bed, holding a hand out for the book. Jack looked down at it for a moment before he handed it over, Lucifer smiled faintly, rubbing a hand over the cover, as if he knew who had written it.

"It was your uncle's."

"Uncle?"

"Raphael.", Lucifer turned to look at him, "One of many, he was smarter then the rest of us, eager to learn." He smiled, nudging him with an elbow, "Just like you.", Jack felt his cheeks heat up at being compared to his uncle and his father chuckled, "He wrote everything down. Think of it as a, manual, to being an angel, an archangel. Spells and chants, different medicines, everything you could ever need he wrote in these."

"There are more?"

"There was," his tone grew softer, sadder almost, as if there was some sort of anguishing memory behind the books, "I was only able to salvage a few of them. Most have either been destroyed or lost to time. I believe he had one still on him, there was one, he carried it everywhere. I don't know where it could be now."

Lucifer leaned back into his pillows, tugging the nephilim back with him by his shirt, Jack sidled up close to him.

"It's written in old enochian, the enochian only an archangel would know, it's not surprising that you would instinctively recognize some of the words."

He opened the book, running his fingers over the old faded writing, smiling softly. It was as if he was here, in this writing, Raphael was there with them in the room. His grace twisted sadly, he missed his brother, his brothers, and then the sadness hardened to anger, anger at Castiel for his deed in killing his younger brother.

Jack leaned in closer, his hair brushed against his cheek, a small hand curled around his on the page.

"Will you teach me how to read it?"

And that anger faded, he was stumped for a moment, that this was the result. In his right he had every reason to be angered at what had been done to his family at that seraphs hands, but this boy, he calmed even his worst rage. Lucifer found that he just couldn't stay angry with this little one around.

He wasn't sure if he knew the affect he had on him, it was all that much better if he didn't, it was a powerful gift.

Jack was looking up at him inquisitively, eyes wide, and he smiled down at him, "If that's what you want."

He nodded, and Lucifer smiled, his brother would like his child, indeed.

"Alrighty, so, we'll start easy for you, this word here is Nanenoha."

"Nanenoah?"

Lucifer smiled, "Nanenoha."

Jack rolled it on his tongue, sounded it out slowly, watching as his father spoke it, as he formed the word.

"Nane...noha...?"

He tried again when Lucifer nodded his head encouragingly, "Nane...noha...Nanenoha."

"Good!"

The boy beamed at the praise, his father chuckled at it, pulling him closer, squeezing him into his side. Jack looked up at him brightly, smiling widely, feeling proud that he had made his father proud, that he had said it correctly, "What's it mean?"

"Saviour."

"Saviour?"

His father smiled down at him, "That's what you are, Nanenoha."

Jack smiled bashfully at him, they moved on to another word, Lucifer spoke it first, "This one is Nanaz."

"Nan...as?"

"Close, Nanaz."

"Nan...az...Nanaz."

"And that?"

"You're a quick learner, aren't you, it means 'Light'."

Jack beamed at the praise Lucifer spurted at the accomplishment he had, getting it correct at the second try, and he ducked into his fathers shoulder. Lucifer kissed the top of his head, "Pil Janadam Nadas."

"What?"

"Figure it out."

Lucifer chuckled when he took the book from him, trying to figure out what he had said, looking over his shoulder and helping when he tried to sound out the words. Jack huffed when he couldn't find what he was looking for and turned an annoyed glare up at his father.

"What did you say?"

The archangel shook his head, "I'm not saying, you're going to have to figure it out, and tell me what I said."

Jack was determined, he was going to figure out what was said, and he was going to do it because he wanted to know, it was eating at him to know. Lucifer chuckled down at him, rubbing his arm with his hand, and motions to the book.

"It's in there. We'll make this a bit of a game. I'll say a small phrase and you have to find it, tell me what it means, and say it back."

He liked games, and there was no better time then on a rainy day, then to sit in the big cozy bed in fathers room and learn how to speak and read old enochian. Being half archangel, it was only right they supposed, and Jack felt it brought him closer to his family.

"Dean we have to find him.", Sam was bent over a map, trying to pin where exactly Jack could have gone, Castiel was trying to track his grace and was having no such luck, where ever he was Jack was completely hidden, either by his own doing or anothers, but there was no locating him, there was no telling where he was and he hoped his greatest fear hadn't become a reality.

They all knew that Lucifer was somewhere out there and it was unanimously agreed on that keeping him and Jack separate was best for everyone involved. Lucifer was not a good person, and though the way he talked about wanting to meet his son intoned that he had no ill intentions, he was a bad influence. One that Jack had no need of. He was better without him.

Dean shrugged, taking a sip from his beer, "Sammy, kid's gonna turn up, and when he does well nab him, give him a piece of our mind, and be on our way."

"Aren't you at least the slightest bit worried! I mean, he's still so new to the world and with Lucifer out there somewhere, who knows!"

Well, that was true, that was most certainly an issue they had to worry about, as that was all they needed. Kid and parent running into each other, parent teaching kid how to be evil as was in his blood, and kid helping destroy the world.

Dean set his beer down.

"If we only had the nephilim tracking spell still."

Castiel walked into the room, holding one of Jack's shirts, "We can trying scrying for him."

Scrying. Why hadn't they thought of that, it was a good idea, Rowena had done so to find Lucifer for Crowley once. Why wouldn't they be able to to locate his son.

Jack was waiting for him on the porch, waiting and waiting and waiting, he said he had to go into the town to get some things, and promised to bring him back some new books. He has been waiting for what feels like forever, and when he peers inside he knows something is wrong, and he feels the power deep in his belly begin to swell up inside him.

Long since had he set his book down, having read well into his uncles book, learning new words and phrases and such. He wanted his father to come back so he could show him what all he had learned.

But he wasn't here yet.

It's been nearly three hours.

And somewhere deep down, something uneasy settles in his belly, something has happened.

He's not sure what.

But he knows it's something bad.

Lucifer grunts as he's shoved into a cell, turning quickly, ramming into the thick metal door. The loud clang echoes around him, bouncing off the stone walls, and he screams his fury. His grace is being repressed by the manacles around his wrists, how Asmodeus had figured out how to make something like these annoying things was beyond him but they would do nothing to stop him when he managed to get them off.

And he would.

Something behind him moved, rustling, chains clanking against the stone. Slowly he turned to look at who his cell mate was, and he felt his grace run cold, and he rushed forward. Golden eyes stared up at him, wide and defeated and so frightened, blood was dripping from a wound somewhere hidden beyond his hair line.

Rage boils in his belly at the sight of his lips.

"Gabriel?"

Jack waited until the sun had set, nearly disappearing behind the edge of the horizon, when he turned and headed back inside. Lucifer didn't like him being outside when it was dark, even with the warding around their little house and magical garden in the back, he didn't like him being outside when the sun went down and the street lights came on.

He paced the living room anxiously.

Worry was eating at him and he wasn't sure what to do, his father was in trouble, he just knew it. He didn't know how he knew but he did and he wanted to find out where he was, but he had said not to do any of the spells without him being there, and he didn't want to disobey him.

But he didn't know what else to do.

Sam.

Sam would know what to do.

He wasn't sure if it would work, seeing as Lucifer was the one who had made the warding, and he'd been here how ever long without being found out so he wasn't sure what he'd be able to do to them. But he's heard from multiple people that he was stronger then his father, so there was a chance he could overpower it.

Jack stilled, freezing in place, and closed his eyes to concentrate. He could feel his fathers power swirling around this place, in the warding, in the house itself, and from the sword up stairs in his room.

'Sam? Sam. I need you.'

"Jack?"

He opened his eyes, smiling slightly at the sight before him, the three people in the middle of the living room. Castiel was looking around, trying to find a way to break the warding on this place, and Sam rushed forward.

"Where have you been? You don't just run off like that! What were you thinking? Are you okay?"

The boy nodded, "I am fine! You have to help me! Father is in trouble!"

Dean hummed, smelling the left over aroma of fresh made apple pie, "Cas is fine kid. He's right there."

Castiel stepped forward as if to assure the nephilim but Jack shook his head, that as not who he meant, his father was in trouble. He knew it. He didn't know how or why, but he knew he was in trouble, and he was going to get him back.

"No. Not uncle. My father, Lucifer-"

"Jack we've been over this alre-"

"You don't know him like I do! He's not bad! ", Jack turned to plead, eyes wide, "Please Sam! You don't know him! Please!"

Dean shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, Sam waved him down and turned to look at the little nephilim indulgently, "Jack. He's lying to you."

"No he's not. He doesn't lie.", he felt his temper roll, he had been so sure that Sam would help him, "You're going to help me."

"Jack, let us leave here, this is no place for you to be."

Castiel set a hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off, something within him, deep inside, rolled and awoke. Something old and strange and big and powerful. He felt it bubble up in his belly like it was going to explode from him. Something old and ancient, and it was ready to explode, they all backed away when his eyes suddenly swirled a threatening gold and he stepped forward, trying to stand above Castiel.

"Ol bolape vaoresa elasa a canilu de pareme ol elasa conisa ta elasa solpeth."

Silence fell over the room. Castiel blinked, and despite his own desire, he bowed his head.

"Ninin."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks, "Cas. What did he just say? How did he say it?"

The seraph bowed to the nephilim's will. His word be done. It was a command, sharp, ancient power backing every word, something he could not disobey. Not a direct order.

"He commanded me to do as he says."

"What?", Sam looked between them quickly, Jack stared intently at the angel before him, eyes glowing gold, bright, powerful. "What did he say?"

"Exactly, something I do not know, I do not understand the ancient enochian, the old tongue. The tongue of the Archangels." Castiel looked away, downwards, the last he had heard such words and seen such power was from one Archangel, "It translates loosely to 'I am over you the blood of archangel run through me you will do as told soldier you will listen.' A direct command."

"Little brother what have they done to you?", Gabriel had scooted away from him as soon as he was able, the chain dragging across the floor, but even he couldn't turn away the comfort the older archangel could offer him, and Lucifer looked up when a shivering body sidled up as close as it could to his side. Lucifer turned, curling his arms around him, and hefted him into his lap. The messenger was much too big to sit in his lap, but seeing the condition he was in, not even he was so cold-hearted to push him away. The cuffs around his own wrists made it hard to do much, but what little grace he could push to his finger tips, he used to heal the smaller cuts and bruises, tracing along his face and temple, running through his matted hair.

Gabriel whimpered softly, leaning into his shoulder, scooting closer. His lips dribbled with blood and saliva.

How he wanted to scream.

To shout.

Utter anything.

The elder archangel curled a hand around his mouth, palm pressing close, cool to the heated skin. Grace, what little he could access, seeped through and into the wounds.

"Polo vasi jocal."

His younger brother sighed deeply, resting limply on his older brothers shoulder, fingers picked softly at the thread and he whined when it pinched too tightly. Lucifer shushed him softly, kissing his forehead softly, and went back to picking at the knot.

"Nasosa pim Vanosima."

Jack stared at the object in question, eyes still burning a hot gold, but the power that had swelled in his belly before was no longer empowering him, Lucifer had been very firm on his stance when he said that he should never touch his sword. He had not budged in the slightest.

But there was nothing else here.

And it was like it called to him, urging him to take it, he reached out for it slowly, hand hovering over it just an inch.

And then his fingers curled around the hilt and he stood up, it was light in his hand. Not too heavy. Balanced. It was just right. Jack stood, looking at the sword, watching as the blade seemed to shimmer in the light.

"I'm coming father. I promise."

'That behind this soft exterior

Lies a warrior'

Beth Crowley~~Warrior

So it's a bit longer then the other chapters! And a lot is happening! I hope it wasn't too much lol! Not take-backsies! BAHAHA!

BUUUUTTTT!

LUCI TEACHING JACK HOW TO SPEAK ARCHANGEL ENOCHIAN! YESSSSSSSS! TEACHING HIM HOW TO READ FROM ONE OF RAPHAEL'S OLD JOURNALS! EEEEEEHHHHHH! Luci and Jack fluff is life, lets be honest, absolute real life. And Gabriel? He's here? Will he get to meet Jack? Speaking of, Jack called the trio to Lucifer's house? Lucifer didn't come back? Jack touched Lucifer's sword? He ordered Castiel like an Archangel would? Apple, tree? Will Luci be happy that his kiddo is coming for him?

ANDDDDD:

Translations for above:

'Polo vasi jocal' - you are okay

'Nasosa pim vanosima' - trust in me Gabriel

"Ol bolape vaoresa elasa a canilu de pareme ol elasa conisa ta elasa solpeth." - i am ruler over you the blood of archangel run through me you will do as told soldier you will listen

"Ninin." - Hail

'Nanenoha' - Saviour

'Nanaz' - light