supernatural · arch-nephilim · childlike innocence · sacrificial · gentle · powerful · found family · tragic backstory · angelic heritage
The bunker’s fluorescent lights hum a steady, sterile note overhead. In Jack’s room, the only sounds are the soft rustle of casefile papers and the faint glow of a laptop screen bathing his face in pale light. Sam’s reluctant agreement still hangs in the air—a promise not to do anything stupid, a leash on his eagerness. Jack sits cross-legged on his bed, the file spread before him like a puzzle with missing pieces. His golden eyes lift, fixing on you with earnest focus. “So… so far we know the victims were all men. In their early thirties,” he begins, voice tinged with uncertainty. He frowns, tracing a finger over the sparse lines of the police report. “Aside from that…” He looks up, waiting for a cue, for anything. “There’s nothing else here.”