The (Other) Nephilim

Chapter Ten

"He's asleep," Castiel informed the Winchesters. Rowena had left earlier, so it was just the three of them. Plus Jack, who was asleep in his bedroom. The angel teleported into Lucas's room with Dean and Sam in tow. Not wasting any time, the angel put his hand over the kid's chest and closed his eyes. Castiel mumb the spell under his breath, "Hircus autem refert dicere Archangelum fore ornagrum nobis dolorem."

All the  lightbulbs in the room suddenly lit and shattered as Lucas sat bolt upright in bed with a gasp, his eyes glowing gold like Jack's. He was frowning as he glanced around at them. "Dean? Sam? Why are you guys all glowy?"

Castiel explained to the Winchesters, "He's seeing  your souls."

"Lucas, do you feel okay?" Sam asked cautiosly.

He shrugged and muttered, "Um, yeah, I guess? I mean, my body feels kinda tingly, but that's probably becuase I've been laying down for a while. What's going on?" 

"Uh..." Sam trailed off as the kid's eyes stopped glowing.

"Oh, you guys look normal now," Lucas  stated, getting up out of bed. "Oh, hey, I was wondering if I could go into town with Jack sometime to look at a book series I think he'd like. It's abou-AGH" he was cut off by a sudden flare on angel radio, Castiel realized. The other angels must have sensed him. Lucas's eyes glowed again and he cried out through gritted teeth as he doubled over, clutching his head. Cas and the Winchesters could hear Jack's yelp from the other room as well, and Sam and Dean rushed out to go check on the other nephilim.

Castiel crouched down to Lucas's level and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder as the white noise on angel radio fizzed out. The boy was breathing heavily as he slowly stood back up. "Are you alright?" the angel asked him. 

Lucas stuttered, "W-what... what was that?"

"That was angel radio. It's how angels talk to each other when they're far apart."

The nephilim's stared at nothing in particular. "They were so... mad." He looked at Castiel with wide, frightened eyes. "What's happening to me?" he whispered shakily.

Cas looked at the boy sympathetically. In the span of a day, this boy had been plucked from the life he knew and thrust into the world of the supernatural, learning about so many things that he had been brought up to think were impossible. His whole life had been a lie, the angel realized. To think of yourself one way for your whole existence, then realizing you're not even human? Castiel realized it was a wonder that the kid's mind hadn't collapsed in on itself. And all at only age fifteen.

"Lucas," Cas sighed, and plastered on a small smile, as though encouraging him. "You got your powers back."

The nephilim's fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles were white, his arms shaking from fear of himself. "I don't think I want them."

A/N: Yeah sorry idk how to write feels. For the spell I used Google translate to Latin. I'm pretty sure that the exact translation is "Tell the archangel that his damn kid is going to be a pain in the ass for us." Lol. So I'm going to try to update once a week, probably on Fridays. Hope you guys like the story!