REVIEWS? FOR ME? SOME FOR ME AND SOMETHING FOR YOU LOL:
Aly: Thank you so much! Isn't it so sweet!
charmedfan120: Thank you so much!
cutecookielove: Hahaha Luci has a bunch of nicknames for his kiddo, but 'baby angel' is the cutest! By far! Luci isn't going to be happy about it but hopefully he won't be too angry at him! Poor little Jack just wanted his dad back! OF COURSE THE WILL! Finally theres someone for Gabe to teach his tricks too! Lucifer is going to have his hands full with the two of them!
164Elizabeth: GABBY IS BAAAAACK! He is hurt but he'll get better, with big bro new dad Luci and baby angel Jack on the case, he's going to get super better! Hahaha it's a bad habit apparently!
Star: I swear! LOL! I know! I feel so bad for hurting him! He needs the hugs and the cookies! ALL THE HUGS AND COOKIES!
Telentrophy X: Of course they will! It was a silly question lol! I don't think he will either, Jack's got some big decisions to make, and he's going to reveal some major things, but Luci and Jack are most definitely going to have some more fun together! He is in trouble but hopefully not too much trouble! Cause he's only a baby! A baby angel! Bahaha I couldn't stop myself!
Itstheurgetofall: Thank you so muchhh! I promise theres going to be a bit of a thing, but hopefully not too bad!
Robin0203: YESSSS! Maybe, or maybe not, he could! But he won't! Maybe! BAHAHAHAHA! Mikey made a bit of a mentioned cameo, I don't know if he'll make an actual appearance, never know!
Saphirabrightscale: YESS THAT WAS ME TOO! GREAT MINDS THINKING ALIKE! EXACT SAME HERE! JACK NEEDS TO GET BACK AND MEET LUCI AND GIVE HIM THE BIGGEST HUG EVERRRR!
AN: okay bit of a note today! Anyone see the last episode? Jack staying to kill AU!Michael? Ummmm, no child, you are a baby, you should not be killing people! And did anyone else say, 'those who hesitate, disintergrate' when Zach hesitated and Jack blew him up? Cause I did. Luci would be proud. Proud but upset. Wonder what his reaction would be if he knew that his kiddo was stuck in the same world he tried so hard to get out of.
He knew as soon as he woke up the next morning, looking down at the green and blue quilt draped over his legs, that at some point in the middle of the dark night his father had returned, as there was only one person who knew that he liked to sleep with the stuffed serpent he'd won at the fun fair three weeks ago.
They didn't get out very often but when they did they always had something fun to do. He'd never been to a fun fair before, there's lots of things they have done that he's never seen before, he's so new to the world.
The child threw his quilt away and jumped out of bed, leaving Castiel in the hall outside his bedroom door, and jumped down the stairs two at a time. He was back! He was back and there was only one place he would be at this time in the morning and only one thing he would be doing, and he knew exactly where to look!
"Father! Father! You're back!"
Lucifer laughed, turning at the right moment to catch him up, Jack giggled excitedly bouncing in place. His hands folded, behind his back, as father and son looked each other over. They swayed, the archangel liked swaying, Jack hugged himself to the Morning Star's chest tightly, breathing in deeply, "Don't think that just because you are being this cute means your out of trouble." He shook his head, curling his fingers around the boys waist, "But we'll get to that later, first and foremost, what do you want for breakfast?"
Jack thought about it, a thoughtful expression taking over his youthful features,"French to-!" he giggled softly and curled into himself slightly, Lucifer looked towards the ceiling feigning innocence, "What was that?"
"Fre-stop!", he squeaked softly, giggling excitedly, and curled into his fathers chest slightly, hands shooting down to his, little fingers curled around big ones, Lucifer smiled, biting his lip in an attempt to keep a straight face, still looking up at the ceiling above.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, what did you say?"
Jack tugged at his fathers hands, breathy giggles still making his shoulders quake, and he looked up to meet his blue gaze, his father finally looking down at him, and he chuckled lightly at the smile that graced the youthful features. It still made his grace soar when he saw it, heard that giggle, it could melt anyone's heart.
Not that he was getting soft.
Who was he kidding.
Oh that little spot on the side of his little belly, best discovery he'd ever made, the best, and he enjoyed playing with this discovery of his.
"Father stop!", he squirmed, "It tickles!"
Lucifer chuckled again, "I know it does," pressing their temples together, "That's why I do it."
The boy giggled, staring into his fathers eyes, Lucifer sighed playfully, rolling his eyes when he gave him that look. The look that could bend the second eldest archangel to his knees if the boy so asked for it.
"French toast?"
Jack nodded, "And eggs?"
"And eggs."
"Thank you father!" he hugged the archangel again, "I'm happy you're home again father!"
"And I," Lucifer pulled him back, cupping his cheeks in his hands, "am happy you are alright. Now go on out and pick some oranges and we'll make some juice."
He peered over his shoulder, smiling at something, "And take your uncle with you."
Gabriel waved at them from the doorway, Jack giggled and turned to wave back, leaning back against his fathers chest. Lucifer hummed, curling his arms around his stomach and Jack crossed his own arms on top of his fathers, they were so similar in position he almost wanted to laugh at it.
"You guys are so cute together. Seriously. You're giving me diabetes."
The boy huffed, "I am not cute."
Lucifer smiled over the nephilims shoulder, leaning down slightly to kiss his head, "Yes you are.", he gave his brother a calculated look, "Call me cute again and I'll turn you into this."
Jack doubled over, tugging desperately on his fathers hands, and Gabriel laughed at the sight.
Castiel watched from the shadows of the stair way as they talked it over, what to make for breakfast, and as Lucifer made his attack. Whether or not they knew of his being here was yet to be discovered, but he was, and he watched waiting for Jack to finally find himself alone.
He watched as the boy doubled over on Lucifer's arms, his fingers digging into his lower belly, Lucifer was laughing with him as he followed, bending in time with the child. He refused to refer to the boy as the archangel's boy, there was nothing there between them, and there shouldn't be.
Jack turned, reaching up to shove at the archangels chest, and Lucifer laughed again, his fingers curling around the child's hips and the boy yelped shrieking in laughter. Gabriel stepped into view, reaching for the nephilim, and shoving his older brother back as he tugged the child with him. Lucifer chuckled but relented, raising his hands in defeat when the messenger pointed a finger at him with some sort warning he could not hear from his position.
They both disappeared out, what he presumed to be, the back door and a quick look to the back garden showed the pair walking towards the fruit trees. He did not give Lucifer much but even he had to admit that the small house was a nice one.
"How do you even know how to cook?", Dean Winchester watched Lucifer flip a piece of french toast, helping Jack flip his own piece, and the archangel heaved a sigh as if he was about to answer a question from another child, not even Jack asked such silly questions, the nephilim giggled softly and turned to peer over the archangels shoulder, "He likes to watch cooking shows!"
Lucifer leaned down to whisper in the boys ear and Jack giggled, nodding to whatever it was he said, and turned back to his piece of toast.
"Ow!"
Jack jumped back, waving his hand around frantically, eyes welling up with tears. Castiel was on his feet in an instant, ready to heal the boy, as Lucifer was not one to do such things, and he had no intention of looking smug about it either. Proving he was a better parent then the other. It was just how it was. Lucifer did not have a caring bone in his vessel that wasn't inline with whatever suited him at the time.
But he stopped mid step.
Lucifer spun, following the young one as he jumped back, reaching for the boys hand.
"Hey hey hey, let me see, let me see," Jack sucked in a pained breath, staring at his reddening fingers, "It's okay, you're okay," He pressed the fingers to his lips and reached with his spare hand to wipe away his tears before they could fall any further down his cheeks. "Come here, come here, it's okay.", he tugged him into his chest curling his arms around the boy. Jack sniffled, burrowing into his fathers chest, Lucifer whispered down at him, petting his hair back, scratching his scalp soothingly.
"Kiddo?", Gabriel wobbled into the kitchen from the living room, still not completely up to par, his grace was taking time healing, "You okay kiddo?"
Castiel raised a hand slightly, "Of course not. He allowed a child to be in the kitchen."
He went ignored, though Lucifer did glare at him from over his sons head, Jack muttered something into his chest and he whispered back. Jack nodded and sighed, burrowing closer. Lucifer smirked at him and pet Jack's hair back again, "Let me see?"
The boy nodded and held up his fingers again, Lucifer examined them closely and leaned down to kiss them again, "Better?", and again, "Better?", Jack giggled softly and nodded, Lucifer smiled down at him, leaning forward again, making Jack giggle and he tugged his hand away, "Its better!"
"Are you sure? One more?"
"Father!"
They stared at each other for a long moment, a smiled shared, and turned back to what they had been cooking. Lucifer grabbed his hand before he could grab the handle of his pan, shaking his head, and pointed to the eggs instead. The boy wasn't deterred, smiling excitedly as they switched spots, and his father took over making the french toast.
Gabriel smiled at the pair, shaking his head, there was something strange about this that he couldn't quite put his finger on and it was a good strange too. There was something different about his brother, something in his grace, in his personality, his entire being. Lucifer had changed since he had last seen him, and their last meeting hadn't exactly ended on a good note either, but now it was different.
He wobbled into the kitchen, taking a seat next to Sam at the small table, watching his brother and nephew interact silently, he hadn't seen his brother like this in a long time. Smile like he did when Jack would whisper something to him, his eyes shine so bright, when he turned to look down at him.
Lucifer would never be the archangel he had once been, he was forever tainted by the mistakes their Father had made, but this boy gave him something new. Something different. He saw it in the way they interacted and the way they acted around one another.
His older brother had lost hope of ever having family a long time ago, and then came Jack, the forbidden nephilim of the fallen archangel, who shined so so bright without even knowing it.
"What do you think of this?", Gabriel turned slightly, his heart racing for a moment, and if the other archangel or his child had picked up on it they made no acknowledgement of it, engrossed in whatever was being shared between them in hushed whispers, despite Castiel's attempts to intercept their conversation, it remained between themselves, as it was intended. His eyes met the hunters and he felt a small ball of rage swirl into his belly.
He didn't know why but it was there.
"I think...", the messenger turned back around in time to see his brother brush a chaste kiss to the nephilims head as he reached above him for the plates in the cabinet over the stove, "I think it's good for them, for him, it's good for Lucifer."
"But, and no offense meant, it's Lucifer."
Gabriel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Sam, first off, when one starts a statement with 'no offense' it's because they know it's going to be offensive. And you don't know anything about my brother, not really, you know what you're meant to believe is real. But Lucifer, he wasn't the bad guy, he was-"
"Not the ba-"
"Let me finish!", Gabriel hissed quietly and the hunter's mouth closed with a soft pop, "Lucifer was put through Hell, and yea yea I know you were too stop giving me that look, but he was put through Hell, capital on the 'H', for giving you something that you humans are Dad's favorites for. You think that you pooped 'free will' outta your butts? It was given to you."
He smiled as his brother chuckled, something he hadn't heard from the once Morningstar since long before the dawn of man, before man was even on the drawing board.
"You want me to believe that Lucifer gave us something like free will?"
Was Sam really that dence, Gabriel shook his head, and here he was thinking that the taller hunter was the smart one of the group.
"Think about it Sam, think about it, God asked us what we thought of you guys, Michael said you were perfect, Raphael just kinda sneered but that's all he really did so don't read into it, I shrugged you guys off, no one told Dad what was real. Lucifer did. He told Dad everything he thought, was he a bit opinionated about it?, sure, but he was the only one who told Dad the truth. Expressed something other then the mindless sheep complex? Also known as 'free will'."
Gabriel turned to look up at him suddenly, "And he was punished for it. Harshly. His punishment was not just to the crime. Adam and Eve were created to be mindless sheep, doing as Father told them to, and Luci gave them the ability to make 'choices'. If you think about it, and this is reaching as far as one could reach, he saved you, gave you the ability to say 'no'. And then Dad exalted you for it, and locked Luci away, say what He wants, but for the most part Luci had dear Auntie Amara contained, He locked Luci away because He didn't like His toys being messed with. Lucifer had made you into something better then He did. Lucifer was met with cruelty, disownment, torture, for something you were praised for. Don't tell me you wouldn't have some resentment there?"
"But he-"
"I'm not saying he didn't do horrible things, cause that would be a blatant lie, but how would you act if all you ever heard was of how evil you were supposed to be? Lucifer has been through absolute Hell Sam, and I know you were there with him, but you were there by choice. You didn't have to jump into that cage, you choose to, Luci, he was locked in there against his will. His wings broken. Locked in a cage. For eternity upon eternity. At this point, and I'm not saying I forgive him for close to anything, but I think his anger is a bit justified."
He fell silent as the nephilim set a plate down in front of him, grinning widely, and he returned the smile in kind, "Thanks nephew! Looks great!"
Sam watched Lucifer silently, knowing when a conversation was over, and he really watched him. He didn't have any sympathy for the devil, none whatsoever, not after what he had done to him and his kind, but perhaps instead of simply seeing him as the evil being he was portrayed to be, he saw him a bit differently this time.
That afternoon found them out in the back garden, Lucifer kneeling in the garden pulling weeds out of the vegetables, Gabriel was sitting in a lawn chair under the shade of a tree, Jack sitting next to him on the bright green grass, Castiel watching the nephilim from the other side of the lawn, standing near the steps to the backdoor.
Dean was still enjoying himself to a piece of the pie that they had left over from last weekend, Jack had proudly told them how he had helped make it, with Lucifer's help of course, and Sam was seated next to him on the bench of the picnic table.
"So little nephew, exactly how old are you?"
Jack tilted his head slightly, as if counting it in his head, and Gabriel didn't have the heart to tell him he was only joking.
"41 weeks...4 hours...and 42 minutes."
Gabriel looked down at him quickly, the joke on his lips dying instantly, "By Dad, you really are just a baby aren't you?"
"No I'm not. I'm grown."
"You look grown. But you're not really grown. Just a baby!"
The boy huffed indignantly, only solidifying his declaration of his age, and he smiled slightly despite himself, "Kiddo thats not a bad thing. Use your age to your advantage. For example, whats a rule your dad's laid down for you."
"No beer."
"Pick another."
No beer was actually one they both agreed on.
"I'm only allowed to have two nougats before bed."
Gabriel grinned, "And you want more I'm guessing?," his nephew nodded quickly, completely captivated by this lesson, Gabriel had perfected his ways of playing his brother like a fiddle, and he had finally found his protege, "Use your age to your advantage kiddo. You're just a little guy, play that card, for as long as you can, you know how to do the puppy eyes yet?"
"Puppy eyes?"
Oh this poor child had so much to learn yet.
"We'll get back to it. Okay, let me tell you some things about my brother, most important? He's a sucker for hugs. Before you go to bed tonight, just hug him, hug him like you mean it, without any reason. He'll be putty in your hand kiddo. And when he curls his arms around your lower back and pulls you closer, you know you have him right where you want him, whip out the puppy eyes, and ask in the youngest voice you can muster if you can have more nougats. I'll bet he caves."
Jack seemed to think about it, his first instinct was to try for beer at dinner, but the nougat before bed was enticing to him even more so then the beer as at this point.
From his spot next to his brother, Sam Winchester watched as Gabriel and Jack talked, laughing with each other, and as the archangel taught him the art of a certain look that's meant to get you what you want.
And he almost groaned.
Of course Gabriel would be the sort to teach Jack the uses of the 'puppy eyes'.
"Jack?"
Lucifer stood, dusting his hands off, and he smiled at the young nephilim, "Want to go pick some apples?"
The nephilim jumped up excitedly, nodding, and rushing off to get the bucket they used to collect them. He watched him scurry back into the house through the back door and shook his head fondly, walking across the lawn to his brothers side, offering him his hand, "You too little brother.", Gabriel smiled and nodded, not knowing what the apples were for, and wanting to see more of this place his brother had carved out for himself, he'd been house ridden for a long time, even after he'd recovered enough to get himself out of the bed. He'd jump at anything at this point. He grasped his older brothers hand and Lucifer tugged him up, his legs were still a tad weaker then they should be and he swayed dangerously, smile slipping slightly as he almost fell completely, but an arm curled around his waist and he was pressed to the elder's side tightly.
"I won't let you fall brother. Never."
Lucifer spoke softly in his ear, bringing the smile back to his face, even if there was a pinch of something else in there as well. Those words hit close to home.
Castiel rolled his eyes.
"Apples?", Gabriel was good at changing the subject matter before it became something it wasn't supposed to be, "Whatcha need apples for Luci?"
The fallen angel smiled down at his younger brother, "I promised the kid I'd show him how to make apple dumplings."
Jack choose that moment to rush out the back door, bucket in hand, and scurried around the Winchesters and Castiel to meet the Archangels across the way. Lucifer smiled at him and motioned towards his small orchard, "You know how this works."
"Pick the tree!"
"Of course."
The nephilim turned on a dime, running into the trees, and the archangels chuckled as they turned to follow as one. Castiel followed a moment later, he did not like this, Lucifer was playing some sort of game and it was only a matter of time before it blew up in all their faces, and he'd be there to let everyone know he'd told them so and to pick up the pieces of the boys broken heart.
Lucifer cared for no one but himself.
Jack found a tree some ways in, standing in front of it proudly, bearing nice fruit. Apples large and red and plump. He pointed up at it when the two elders approached, "This one."
"This one?"
He nodded, "This one."
Gabriel huffed as his brother adjusted slightly, helping him to sit on the grass, and reached for the bucket that his son carried. Jack handed it over silently, watching as he placed it in front of the messenger, his job to make sure they had the best apples. Gabriel smiled and nodded, ready for some action at this point, and Lucifer turned towards the nephilim, kneeling down, hands at the ready to boost him up into the tree.
Castiel stepped forward, "No. Absolutely not. That is too dangerous."
Jack stopped, deer in headlights, foot on Lucifer's hands, fingers curled around his shoulders. Not sure what to do now that someone else had said to stop. Lucifer heaved a sigh, looking skywards for a moment, and turned to look at the seraph.
"It's fine Castiel. He has two archangels looking after him."
"I only see one.", the seraph held a hand out for the nephilim, "Come Jack, this is more then enough, you have appeased him but now we return home. He is no good for you. He is only using you for your power."
"But, we were-"
"He is lying to you silly boy. He cares nothing for you."
Jack slowly retracted his foot, turning to look down at the archangel, Lucifer ignored him a moment as he stood completely, "Are we really doing this? Really?"
"You may have fooled everyone else here but I am not so gullable."
Lucifer snorted, "Sure Cas."
Castiel turned to Jack again, "As soon as he's lost interest in you you will be nothing to him. He cares not for humans, despite you being his son, you are still half human. He will never accept that."
Jack looked between them both, all excitement at the apple picking gone in a flash, Lucifer felt a quick flash of grace swarm under his skin.
"You dare claim to know where my heart lies? You, who knows only what you choose, sees only what you want?", Lucifer stalked forward, "The messes you have made Castiel. Heaven is in disarray, how many did you kill when you thought you'd try out being God? It has taken Michael years to piece back together what little is left."
"Michael is in-"
"Michael was never in the cage you foolish little angel. Not as long as you think he was. He's been in Heaven for some time now. Fixing what should have never been broken to begin with."
"He should no-"
"As opposed to you Castiel? How many of our kin have you killed for your precious Winchesters? You think they would ever follow you? You follow your heart, and I give that to you, kudos, but the damage you have wrought is inexcusable. Your heart always seems to coincide with what Dean needs from you. We are shepherds Castiel, guardians, not miracle workers."
Gabriel was looking between the pair of them, his mind still reeling at the notion that Michael was back, had been back for some time now, and he's been in Heaven. Lucifer ignored his attempts to divert the conversation into something less volatile, and Jack backed away as the two fought, eyes watering as they argued.
"You know nothing of my wants. My desires. You don't know me. Do not think so highly of yourself Castiel. I may be fallen, but once an Archangel always an Archangel, and you, you will always be a soldier."
"He would never choose you. Given the option. He knows whats right."
Gabriel felt bad for the kiddo, being put on the spot like this, and he pushed himself up to his feet at long last.
"Hey! Not in front of the fledgling! Jack are you...Jack?"
The two arguing angels turned as one, Jack was watching them with wide eyes, tears welling, making them shine, Gabriel gave them both a harsh glare and wobbled to stand in front of the little guy.
"Jack, you don't have to choose-"
"I want to stay here."
Lucifer and Castiel spun at the same time, even Gabriel looked surprised, Jack sucked in a shaky breath and stepped forward, reaching for the blonde's arm. Lucifer looked down at him, eyes wide, as he curled his arms around his, hugging his arm to his chest, "Castiel, I care for you, and the Winchesters, you guys are my friends. But Lucifer...Father...he's my father.", Lucifer felt his breath catch.
"I've been here for a little over a week now, and I know it's not a long period of time, but I am not so naive either. Lucifer has never asked about my power, not once, and I haven't used it since I got here, not really, he says that when I'm ready to use it I'll know and I shouldn't rush it. He treats me nice. He's not so bad. I want to stay here."
"Jack think about what you are doing. The risk this is. He will hurt you. It is what he does."
"No he wouldn't. He really cares, and he looks really mean, but he's not.", Gabriel smirked as Lucifer mumbled something about reputation, it went ignored, "He's nice to me and he is fun."
Castiel didn't look satisfied with that, none of it, in fact he looked angrier.
"And...", Jack turned to look up at the archangel, meeting his gaze, "I trust him."
Lucifer smiled slightly to himself, leaning down to try and hide it from his brothers prying eyes, Gabriel was always finding the little things that he could use against him, his little brother knew all his tricks and them some, and he didn't even want to know of the blackmail he had on them all, Gabriel was like Pandora's box.
Instead he turned to look down at the nephilim, eyes softer then they'd been in a long time, "How about we pick some apples now?"
"Can we!"
He chuckled, "Of course, up you get,", his fingers curled around his waist and hefted him up, Jack yelped, giggling loudly, and reached up for the low hanging branch, "Don't eat them all squirt!"
Jack looked for the perfect first apple, and reached up to pick it, examining it closely for any blemishes, and he rubbed it on his pant leg for a moment before taking a bite out of it.
"Hey! What did I just say!"
He giggled and passed the apple down to the archangel under him, Lucifer caught it and took a bite himself, humming in approval, and tossed it to the messenger next to the bucket, Gabriel caught it and looked it over, taking a bite off the one his brother had taken.
"Luci this is amazing!"
"Thanks Gabe."
Lucifer was finishing the dishes from after dinner when he heard another being step into the kitchen, he didn't have to turn to look at who it could be that had stepped up behind him, and he reached for the hand towel to dry his hands.
"Hey Sammy."
"What are you doing here Lucifer, what's your end game, why are you acting like this with Jack? We both know you don't really care for him like he thinks you do."
"And you know what I care about?", Lucifer set the towel down on the counter, turning to face the hunter, "You don't know anything about me Sammy, do you? Not really?"
Sam gave him a look, really, out of the entire trio of former Team Free Will, Sam knew Lucifer better then anyone, save for only Gabriel of course, and he knew that Lucifer was not the familial type. He wasn't loving, he wasn't the parental type, he only truly cared about himself and that was it.
"Sam, I'm in a pretty good mood right now, so I'm not going to play with that big ol'mind of yours despite how much fun it is, I'll let you in on my secret diabolical plan."
He waved the human closer and despite himself Sam obliged, bowing closer to the archangel as he leaned in to whisper to him, finally he was about to fly his true colors, "The truth is, my real intentions," Lucifer leaned in closer, "My real intentions are to make sure that my kiddo can have the best childhood he can, better then I had, and not screw up with him like my Father did with me."
The Archangel grinned at him, "And I'm gonna teach him everything he needs to know, so when I'm gone, he'll know what to do."
"Destroy the world?"
"Bring in the dawn."
"What?", Sam was cut off as feet padded across the floor in the living room and across into the kitchen, Jack rounded the corner quickly, hair still wet from the shower he'd taken, and rammed into the archangels chest. Lucifer huffed a chuckle, stepping back a step, and wrapped him in his arms.
"Did you shower?"
Jack giggled and pressed his ear against the archangels chest, tucking his wet head under his chin, "Yes father!"
Lucifer ducked, pressing his lips to the wet head under him, and took a quick breath, "Did you use my strawberry shampoo?"
"I like the way it smells!"
Jack giggled when fingers tweaked at his sides, squirming slightly, "I do too goof ball, that's why it's mine.", Lucifer chuckled again, "Do you want me to read to you some more tonight?", the boy pulled away slightly and nodded, "Can we?"
"Sure kiddo, go get the blanket and the book, I'll meet you in the living room. Two minutes, don't be late, or I'm going to have fun."
His son giggled again, nodding, and turned to get the two requested items before his time ran out. Only once had he not beat the timer and he'd laughed harder then than he had in his short life.
"Don't judge me Sam. I've done more for you then your kind even knows."
Lucifer didn't spare him a look as he walked from the kitchen to take up a spot on the couch, Jack returned a moment later, with his quilt in hand, and passed the archangel the book they were reading, he curled up on the other side of the couch and draped his feet over the archangel's legs. Sam stepped up to the doorway, and nodded once to Gabriel on the other side, both watching as Lucifer opened the book and began to read.
...
"You and I have to have a bit of a chat little guy."
Jack looked up from under his quilt, eyes peeking out from under his blanket, he knew that his father would be happy that he was back but there was a part of him that knew that his father wasn't going to be happy with him putting himself in danger like that, and it was only a matter of time that it was brought to attention. Lucifer marked the place in their book, setting it down on his lap, turning to look at the nephilim next to him.
"Do we really?"
"Yes Jack," Lucifer sighed, "We do."
The boy nodded slowly, wanting to hide back under his blanket again, not liking the stern look that was being sent his way.
"What in Heaven were you thinking?", he did indeed duck, pulling his blanket over his head more then it was, wanting to hide from that look. He didn't like it. It made him feel bad. Lucifer shook his head and reached out to pull the blanket down slightly, "No you don't, get back out here, you are not hiding from this."
"But father!", Jack tugged his blanket down completely, "You were gone!"
"I know I was but that is no excuse for you to come out like that, do you have any idea how dangerous that was, you could gotten yourself hurt, or worse. And I specifically told you not to touch my sword."
His son crossed his arms stubbornly, "I am not sorry." Lucifer narrowed his eyes, "Curb that attitude kiddo."
Jack stared at him, arms crossed, not breaking in the slightest, and Lucifer gave him a scolding look, "No candy for a week."
"What! But! No!"
"And no staying up late either, bed time is set at 8.", Jacks mouth fell open, and he sputtered a moment, he had saved his fathers life and now he was being punished for it.
"No. You're being punished because you didn't listen. I wasn't upset when you took Raphael's book, and I wasn't upset when you lied about it, but you touched my sword and that I can't let go of so easy.", Lucifer lifted his chin with a finger, "Jack, my grace is not as pure as it once was, and that sword is a piece of my grace, physically a piece of my grace. Honestly, I was fearful of what it might do if it came in contact with yours. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I care about you."
Jack huffed, wanting to stay upset about being in trouble, but he couldn't be mad at that. His father just cared about him, something that he couldn't be upset about, and he uncurled, "I'm sorry I worried you father. I just wanted to get you back again. You're...You're my father...I need you."
Lucifer heaved a sigh and rubbed his thumb into his foot, "It's okay kiddo. Just don't do it again.", he opened his arms, "Hug?", Jack giggled and nodded, jumping forward, and hugging the archangel around the chest. Lucifer chuckled and rubbed soothing circles over his back, pulling him closer, adjusting both of their positions as he returned to their book.
Early bedtime could start tomorrow.
An hour later, and Gabriel came to check on the pair, when neither had come upstairs for bed, and he smiled, wobbling down the rest of the stairs and draped a blanket over the two. Reaching for the book before it could topple off of his brothers chest and they lost their place.
Jack was sound asleep, hand pressed to his fathers chest, head tucked under his chin. Lucifer was snoring softly over his head, palm pressed to the side of his head, fingers curled into his hair softly.
If only he had a camera.
So, Jack got grounded. That is such a human thing for Lucifer to do, like honestly! ANYWAYYYY. Gabriel's healing quicker then usual and helping Jack get up to mischief! BEST UNCLE EVER! Michael's up in heaven? How long has he been there? Will he come visit? How come Lucifer is the one who knows this and not no one else? Will Castiel do something stupid? That seems to be his schtick.