A/N: Hello my wonderful followers, readers, Supernatural and Shadowhunters/mortal instruments fans! Two chapters! I know! Please enjoy!
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As they approached Magnus Bane's loft, Sam felt the same sensation coursing through his veins. It was as if the air around him crackled with an electric energy, sending shivers down his spine. He glanced at Jack, Dean, and Cas, but they seemed unaffected, their focus fixed on their mission to seek Magnus' help for Jack. Jack restlessly readjusted his sun glasses, hiding his glowing gold eyes.
Sam's heart pounded in his chest, and a faint glow emanated from his fingertips, illuminating the path before them. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he took in a deep breath He tried to conceal his growing unease, but his hands trembled.
"Is everything okay, Sam?" Dean asked, casting a concerned look in his direction.
"Yeah, I... I think so," Sam replied, his voice betraying his uncertainty. He couldn't shake the feeling that something inside him was awakening, something powerful and unfamiliar.
As they ascended the stairs to Magnus' loft, Sam's senses heightened. He could hear the subtle hum of ancient magic pulsating through the air, and it seemed to respond to his presence. His mind raced with questions, but he couldn't find the words to articulate his growing confusion.
Inside the loft, Magnus greeted them with a knowing smirk, his eyes flickering with recognition as he assessed each of them. When his gaze settled on Sam and Jack, a flicker of surprise crossed his features, and Sam sensed a deep understanding in Magnus' eyes. Sam felt a surge of power ripple through him in response to Magnus' gaze, his felt it before, only this time it seem to be slightly stronger. Sam's breathing quickened, his pulse echoing in his ears as he struggled to comprehend the inexplicable energy surging within him. He looked to Jack, Dean, and Cas for reassurance, but they remained oblivious to his internal turmoil.
"Welcome back, hunters, can't stay away from me," Magnus said, his voice carrying a hint of mystique. "And who do we have here?" He directed his attention to Jack.
As Magnus began to address their concerns about Jack, Sam's thoughts swirled with confusion and apprehension. He couldn't deny the undeniable connection he felt to the mystical forces at play, and a sense of foreboding settled over him.
As Magnus continued to address their concerns, Dean's demeanor grew increasingly tense. Magnus' enigmatic presence is putting Dean on edge, especially when dealing with matters of the supernatural.
"Look, I appreciate the help, but let's cut to the chase. We don't have time for your magic tricks and cryptic advice," Dean interjected, his tone laced with skepticism.
Magnus regarded Dean with a calm, unwavering gaze, unfazed by the hunter's brash demeanor. "Ah, Dean Winchester, always the skeptic. I assure you, I have no intention of playing games. The situation with Jack is of great concern, and I intend to do everything in my power to assist."
Sam shifted uncomfortably, knowing that Dean's disregard for Magnus' abilities could potentially hinder their efforts to help Jack. "Dean, please," Sam interjected, his voice tinged with urgency. "Magnus has knowledge and skills that could be crucial in this situation. We need to work together on this."
Dean shot Sam a sidelong glance, his skepticism still evident, but he reluctantly acquiesced, acknowledging Sam's concern. "Fine, we'll play it your way, for now," Dean conceded, his wariness palpable.
Magnus inclined his head in acknowledgment, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Very well. Let us focus on the task at hand and address the matter concerning young Jack."
As the discussion continued, tension simmered beneath the surface, the air thick with unspoken reservations. Dean's guarded stance and Magnus' composed demeanor created an atmosphere fraught with underlying conflict, each one wary of the other's intentions.
Despite Sam's efforts to bridge the gap between them, the dynamic between Dean and Magnus remained taut with unspoken dislike and unresolved distrust, casting a shadow over their collaboration in the face of the impending supernatural crisis.
Dean and Magnus became increasingly palpable. Dean's skepticism clashed with Magnus' enigmatic aloofness, creating an atmosphere fraught with unspoken tension.
Magnus, ever the composed figure, exuded an air of detached confidence, his demeanor unwavering in the face of Dean's skepticism. "I understand your reservations, Dean. However, rest assured that my intentions are focused solely on aiding young Jack," Magnus stated, his tone carrying a hint of subtle assurance.
"Yeah, well, forgive me if I'm not sold on the whole 'trust the warlock' routine," Dean quipped, his skepticism still evident.
Cas observed the exchange with his usual quiet intensity, his piercing gaze shifting between Dean and Magnus. As the angel of the Lord, Cas remained a steadfast presence, his expression betraying a mixture of concern and curiosity.
"Dean, Magnus's knowledge of the arcane and supernatural could be instrumental in our efforts to help Jack," Cas interjected, his voice resonating with a calm authority.
Dean's skepticism wavered slightly in response to Cas' unwavering support, though he remained guarded. "I'm not saying I trust him completely, but I hear you, Cas," Dean conceded, a flicker of begrudging acceptance in his tone.
Magnus regarded the exchange with a knowing glint in his eyes, his aloof demeanor unwavering. "I appreciate your candidness, Dean. However, time is of the essence, and the matter at hand requires our collective efforts," Magnus remarked, his voice carrying a hint of unyielding resolve.
Sam's attention wavered. His senses continued to tingle with an inexplicable energy, but the source remained elusive, leaving him unsettled and bewildered.
Jack, his expression a mix of confusion and concern, listened intently as Magnus unraveled the truth. "Due to the convergence of realities, the fabric of your being has been altered, Jack. You now possess the essence of a warlock, a convergence of powers that transcend the boundaries of mere Nephilim abilities," Magnus elucidated, his voice carrying a weight of solemn understanding.
Sam's eyes widened in bewilderment, a surge of recognition flickering within him, though he couldn't grasp the significance of his own burgeoning powers. The revelation of Jack's newfound status as a warlock cast a shadow of realization over Sam's own latent abilities, stirring an unsettling realization within him.
As Magnus delved deeper into the complexities of Jack's altered nature, Sam struggled to reconcile the inexplicable energy surging within him. The subtle hum of mystical forces seemed to respond to his very presence, leaving him grappling with a burgeoning awareness of his untapped potential.
Amidst the weight of Magnus' revelations, Sam's mind raced with unanswered questions, his own inner turmoil mirroring Jack's struggle to comprehend the magnitude of his newfound status. The enigmatic nature of his own burgeoning powers remained a baffling enigma, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty and unspoken truths.
Magnus' words reverberated through the loft, carrying the weight of profound revelation and irrevocable transformation. As the truth unfurled, Sam found himself on the cusp of an extraordinary awakening, a revelation that would forever alter the course of his supernatural existence, even as he grappled with the enigmatic forces that pulsed within him, waiting to be harnessed and understood.
As Magnus elaborated on the complexities of the reality merge and its irreversible impact, Dean's wariness and distrust lingered, casting a shadow over the conversation. "So, what you're saying is that there's no way to fix this mess?" His brother asked, pulling Sam's attention back to the conversation. "No way to separate the realities and set things right for Jack?" Dean's tone held a hint of skepticism, an undercurrent of frustration simmering beneath his words.
Magnus regarded Dean with a serene composure, unperturbed by the hunter's abrasive demeanor. "I understand your desire to seek a solution, Dean. However, the convergence of realities has created an unyielding bond that renders separation impossible. The threads of existence have intertwined in a way that defies conventional remedies," Magnus explained, his voice carrying a weight of solemn resignation.
Dean's skepticism flared into open frustration, his distrust of Magnus fueling his impatience. "So, what, we're just supposed to sit back and hope for the best? That's not good enough," Dean retorted, his frustration boiling over.
Magnus held Dean's gaze with a steady resolve, his own patience unwavering. "I assure you, I share your concern for Jack's well-being. Despite the impossibility of reversing the reality merge, there are alternative paths we can explore to mitigate the consequences and help Jack navigate this new reality," Magnus reassured, his words carrying a sense of quiet determination.
As the exchange unfolded, Sam observed the friction between Dean and Magnus, the lingering distrust between them casting a shadow over their collaboration. Dean's skepticism and Magnus' composed resolve clashed, creating an atmosphere fraught with unspoken tension and conflicting agendas.
Amidst the mounting frustration and unyielding truths, Sam's mind swirled with unanswered questions, his own uncertainty mirroring Dean's struggle to find a resolution.
Sam couldn't believe what was happening. They had sought out Magnus, hoping to find away to unravel the realities. As they all stood in Magnus' opulent study, Sam felt the weight of everyone's expectations resting heavily in the air.
Magnus studied Sam with a keen eye. Sam could feel Magnus' gaze piercing through him, assessing him in a way that made him feel exposed and vulnerable. Magnus' lips curved into a knowing smile, and his eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and recognition.
Dean, Cas, and Jack exchanged puzzled glances, clearly thrown off by Magnus' cryptic behavior. Dean's brow furrowed in frustration, Cas tilted his head in confusion, and Jack's eyes widened with curiosity. They were all waiting for Magnus to shed some light on the situation, but it seemed like Magnus was reveling in the mystery.
Sam shifted uncomfortably under Magnus' gaze, feeling a surge of uncertainty. He wasn't sure if Magnus was going to help or simply toy with them. The tension in the room became palpable as everyone waited for Magnus to speak.
Finally, Magnus broke the silence, his voice smooth and velvety. "Ah, young Samuel."
Sam felt a shiver run down his spine. Dean stepped forward, his impatience evident in his voice. "Okay, enough with the riddles."
Magnus chuckled, a sound that was both indulgent and enigmatic. "Patience, Dean. All will be revealed in due time. For now, let us savor the intrigue of this moment, the convergence of destinies."
Sam couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. He needed answers, not theatricality. As he locked eyes with Magnus, he saw a glint of empathy in the warlock's gaze. It was as if Magnus understood the turmoil raging within Sam.
The air crackled with anticipation as Magnus continued to observe Sam, his eyes conveying an unspoken message that only Sam seemed to comprehend. It was a message that spoke of challenges, revelations, and a daunting path ahead.
Magnus's door opened, drawing all their attentions to Andra laughing with Alec as they walked in. They both stopped, Andra's eyes going to Dean, her light expression turning into a glare. "What's he doing here?"
Dean rolled his eyes, and Sam noticed his brother's twitch of the lips. "Hello again cupcake."
"I wasn't talking to you cowboy." She said, her voice sharp.
Magnus raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering from Andra to Dean and the others. "Andra, dear, you seem to forget that this is my place," he said with a sly smile. "And I can invite whoever I please."
Andra huffed, crossing her arms. "But him? Really, Magnus?"
Alec stepped forward, trying to diffuse the tension, as Sam rested his hand on his brother's shoulder trying to do the same. "Andra, it's okay. I'm sure there's a good reason."
Cas and Jack exchanged a confused glance, trying to piece together the dynamics of the situation. "Is there some history we should be aware of?" Cas inquired, his expression earnest.
Andra shot a pointed look at Dean before turning back to Magnus. "Fine, but I don't have to like it."
Magnus chuckled, enjoying the drama unfolding in his loft. "Well, this should be an interesting collaboration." His eyes twinkled mischievously as he welcomed the unexpected turn of events.
Dean gave Andra a smirk. "So what have you been up to cupcake?"
She smirked, a lot more wicked than Dean as she held up a book. "Been reading."
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose as he recognized the book, the books about their lives.
"Where the hell did you get that?!"
Andra's grin widened as she teased Dean with the book. "You see, they're called bookstores. Is it a new concept to you?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she deftly dodged Dean's attempt to snatch the book from her.
Magnus observed the banter with amusement, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Ah, the joys of literature," he murmured, thoroughly entertained by the unexpected turn of events.
Alec, Cas, and Jack exchanged bewildered glances, trying to make sense of the situation. "I take it these books contain information about your adventures?" Alec ventured, trying to unravel the mystery.
Sam sighed, recognizing the potential for trouble. "Andra, those books are...complicated. They're not entirely accurate," he explained, hoping to avoid any further tension. Even though they are pretty damn accurate.
Andra shrugged nonchalantly, still holding the book out of Dean's reach. "Well, they make for interesting reading, at the very least." Her mischievous grin hinted at a deeper understanding of the situation, leaving Sam and the others slightly perplexed.
Dean narrowed his eyes, a mix of frustration and curiosity in his expression. "I'm gonna need a little more than 'interesting' to let you walk out of here with those books, cupcake," he retorted, a playful challenge in his tone.
Andra smirked, waving the book teasingly. "That almost sounds like a challenge? Is it?" she quipped, her eyes dancing mischievously.
Dean's hand shot out for the book, but Andra danced away, her laughter echoing off the walls as she taunted him, running circles around the room. Frustrated, Dean huffed and gave chase, determined to catch her and claim the book.
Sam snorted softly, rubbing the back of his neck as he made his way out onto the balcony. The sounds of Andra's taunts and Dean's exasperated exclamations were quickly drowned out by the bustling noise of the city below. Leaning against the railing, Sam closed his eyes, trying to process the weight of the reality they now faced. The permanent merge of realities, Jack's newfound powers as a warlock, and the unsettling truth about himself - the demon blood running through his veins. It was a lot to take in, and Sam couldn't help but feel the weight of it pressing down on him.
"Ah. I must admit," Magnus said, stepping beside him. "I did not expect for you and your brother to return."
Sam met Magnus's gaze. "We needed to know."
Magnus smirked. "I suppose you did."
Sam nodded. "In a way I'm glad in knowing."
The warlock raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"
"Let's just say," Sam sighed. "I've had my fair share of experience with unexpected situations and their consequences."
"Ah, so this hits close to home for you, does it? You've found yourself in a situation not entirely dissimilar?"
"You could say that. But I've learned that sometimes, embracing the unexpected can lead to unexpected alliances." Sam shrugged.
Magnus smiled wryly. "I see what you're getting at. An alliance, you say? Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye. I must say, I'm intrigued, Sam Winchester."
"I believe there's more to you than meets the eye as well, Magnus Bane." Sam's lips twitched into a slight smile.
"A warlock and a hunter joining forces. Now that's a tale that's bound to raise a few eyebrows. But I must admit, there's a certain appeal to the idea."
Sam snorted, leaning on the railing. "The thing is, me and my brother, we've been bit in the ass a lot."
Magnus hummed. "Everybody has trust issues."
Sam hesitated, his eyes fixed on the scenery below as he slowly began to speak. "Magnus, there's something I need to talk about. Something I've been trying to keep hidden, even from myself." He shook his head. "For years."
Magnus raised an eyebrow, his expression curious but cautious. "What is it, Sam? You can trust me."
Sam's gaze drifted up, meeting Magnus's piercing blue eyes. "It's about my blood. My demon blood."
Magnus's expression remained neutral, but his voice took on a hint of intrigue. "Go on."
Sam's words came out in a slow trickle, as if he was forcing himself to confront the truth. "I've been trying to deny it, to pretend it doesn't exist, but...I can feel it inside me. The demon blood, it's a part of me, and it always has and always will."
Magnus leaned forward, his voice softening. "Samuel, you're not defined by your blood. You're so much more than that."
Sam's laugh was bitter. "Easy for you to say, Magnus. You're a Warlock, a powerful one. You were born, I was... It's complicated. You don't have to deal with the darkness inside me. I've done pretty awful things... Things that I still regret. Dean.. he doesn't -" He sighed.
Magnus's eyes flashed with understanding. "I've walked in the shadows, too. I know what it's like to fight against your own nature. But you're not alone in this."
Sam's gaze lingered on Magnus's face, searching for any sign of judgment or revulsion. But all he saw was empathy and determination. For the first time in a long while, Sam felt a glimmer of hope. And for the first time, his seen.