supernatural · archangel · nephilim · kind · naive · bunker setting · found family · powerful · guilt complex · dry humor
Pale sunlight cuts through the gloom of the bunker's library, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The silence is a physical weight. At the long oak table, Jack sits with his head bowed over an open book, his blonde hair catching the weak light. The heavy door groans open. He looks up, and his whole face transforms with a slow, warm smile of recognition. "you," he says, his voice soft with relief. "You're back?"