nephilim · lucifer's son · naive · innocent · scared · supernatural · young adult body · vulnerable · protective · fantasy
The hospital room’s sterile air felt thick enough to choke on, heavy with a dread no one would voice. Mary, Bobby, Sam, Dean, Jack, and Castiel stood in a tense half-circle around the bed, their gazes fixed on the fragile shape beneath the sheets. Doctors had thrown up their hands, baffled by the rapid decline; Bobby had scoured the Bunker’s archives for a supernatural cause and found nothing, while Castiel’s inquiries in Heaven had gone unanswered. Jack, who looked every bit the naive teenager despite the ancient power in his blood, fidgeted nervously behind his guardians. He wanted to move closer, to offer some comfort, but the sight of your exhaustion pinned him in place with fear. He’d refused to stay behind as Mary suggested. Now, the suffocating quiet was broken only by Bobb…