The (Other) Nephilim

Chapter Nineteen

When I got back to the bunker, I found Jack reading at one of the tables. With a slight thud, I set the stack of books down and sat in the chair across from him.

"Hey Jack," I sighed.

"Hi Lucas," he muttered, not bothering to look up from the book."

"I'm really sorry, Jack. I know that you didn't mean for that to happen, but there was no way you could have known that's how it would be. It wasn't your fault, you were just trying to make some friends. I get it, man."

"Uh huh."

"Jack?"

"Yup?"

I frowned and asked, "You okay?" I'd expected him to at least say that it wasn't his fault, or maybe ask what had happened when I tried to talk to Eliot and Max and Stacy, but he was just acting as though nothing had happened.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" He blinked. "Why?"

"Uh, no reason," mumbled and pulled a book off the pile. I flipped to a random page and started skimming through the paragraphs. And just in time too, Sam and Dean walked in the door not five seconds later.

"Hey guys, we're back," Dean announced as he set down his bag. "You guys still at it?"

"Almost there," Jack nodded. "How was the hunt?"

"Oh. Uhhh... disgusting."

"Oh. Well, we got the supplies. Except for the beer." Dean frowned. "I didn't have ID," he explained.

"You have tons of IDs."

"They're fake," Jack responded, earning a chuckle from Sam.

The younger Winchester sat down in one of the chairs and started, "Listen..."

I stood up and the chair screeched on the floor. "You sound like you're gonna have a serious heart to heart here, so I'm out." I didn't even get two steps away before Dean pulled me back to the table.

"Nuh-uh. If I have to listen to this sappy crap, so do you. Besides, this is about you too." So I stood next to him, but not without him putting a hand on my shoulder so that I couldn't sneak off.

Sam continued, looking at Jack, "Dean and I, we want to talk to you two about your powers."

That spiked my interest. Jack stammered, "W-What about them?"

"This hunt, we uh... we didn't want you guys coming along because we didn't want you using them," Dean explained and looked at me, and I nodded in understanding.

Sam, however, didn't see my nod and was looking at Jack, who looked confused. "Not yet," he tried to explain himself. "Not for now. Y'know, you just got them back, Jack."

"And you just got them in general," Dean added, again, looking at me.

"We want to make sure you're comfortable with them again before you..."

"Before you go all X-Men," the older hunter finished, this time directed at Jack. "It was crappy of us not to tell you guys. You know, we were trying to be nice. 'Cause we care about you. But because we care about you guys, you deserve the truth."

Jack suddenly became very interested in winning a staring competition with the table. Sam muttered to him, "You understand that?" No response. "Jack?"

"I understand," he said, finally meeting Sam's eyes. "I won't use my powers without permission." He held his hands up. "Promise."

"Great," Dean grumbled and begun to walk off. "Now I guess I'll go get some beer."

I began to put the books back on their respective shelves and Sam continued talking to Jack. "What about everything else? You good? I mean, anything happen while we were gone?"

I mentally sighed, ready for Sam's outburst when Jack tells him that he stabbed Stacy, but instead I hear Jack laugh lightly, "No. Nothin'."

"Good," Sam smiled and walked off.

When he was safely away to where I knew he wouldn't hear, I turned my head to glare at my cousin. "I thought lying made your stomach hurt," I snapped. Jack didn't respond, instead deciding to do the same as me and put his books away. "Why the hell wouldn't you tell Sam what happened with Stacy?"

"I don't want him to worry about me."

Didn't want him to worry? I was the worried one! What if Stacy told Dean while he was getting beer at the store where she worked? What if he saw Max or Eliot on his way into town and they stopped him to rat us out? Was Jack thinking about any of this? And whatever happened to being nothing like his father? First he nearly offs a girl that had absolutely no trouble with us, a couple of total strangers, hanging out with her and her friends, and then when Sam asks him about it he lies to his face. So much for being different from Lucifer.

I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Jack, don't you at least feel a little sorry?"

He shrugged. "I got over it," was the simple reply.

Alright, that's enough. I threw the books on the nearest chair and scowled at him. "That's it? You got over it? Jack, you almost killed someone not even fifteen minutes ago, and you got over it?" He shrugged, not stopping shelving the books. I shook my head and picked up my stack, trying to figure out whether or not to tell Dean.

I knew that Sam was a bit quicker to make Jack feel welcome with them, but I could tell, Dean had had suspicions about my cousin since before he was born. If I told Dean about Jack's condition, he would, of course, be a bit reluctant at first, but he would believe me in the end. Sam, on the other hand, would go straight to Jack and confront him about it. And of course, Jack would know that I'm the one who told him.

It's not like was afraid of him or anything, but I just did not want to have to fight him. I wanted us to be nothing like our parents. I knew it was silly, but I had the feeling that if we had even one argument, it would end in a war. For some reason I had the feeling that if a feud did start, Jack wouldn't let it drop.

A/N: Yay, three hundred reads! Thank you all so much! This is my longest chapter. Not including this author's note, it's got 1,045 words! Yay!!!