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ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴋʟɪɴᴇ ([personal profile] progeny) wrote2020-11-07 12:13 pm

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JACK KLINE
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[personal profile] endoftheverse 2020-12-05 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
If Sodder and Sam allowed me to actually leave? Sure, I could try. Maybe I'd hop on over to a more appreciative vessel. One that isn't keeping me prisoner because he's decided to have a teenaged rebellion at age 30.

[He shrugs, not particularly convinced that Jack could align any of those stars anyway.]

... You sure seem to care a lot, though. About what this Sam Winchester does. About his circumstance. [He cocks his head to the side, brow furrowed.] I can appreciate someone who cares about Sam almost as much as I do. Someone who just wants to help.

You see, I want to give Sammy the world.

He just hasn't seen the full picture yet, of how great it'll be. Dean and Castiel, his parents, his family and friends... I could make a paradise for him, when it's all said and done. I could give him everlasting peace.

I owe him for the gifts he's given me.

[Is he being honest?

... He would rather not answer. The thought of it is beautiful though, isn't it? Lucifer casting mercy on a few humans, so Sam could have an oasis in the middle of heaps and heaps of human bones?]


But I'm sure you doubt me right now, with things as they are.

I can't fault your assumptions.
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[personal profile] endoftheverse 2020-12-08 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
God doesn't care, kid. God flew the coop and he's not going to lift a finger to help any of the people you love. Sorry to say, but I have to speak the — well. The God's honest truth.

I'm not even sure if Heaven's functioning anymore, where we're from...

But trust me when I say: Sam needs me more than you know.

After all, an archangel leaving a human body? It doesn't always end so well for the vessel. Even one tailor-made for them. The strain that could have on him... [He looks back at Jack, smiling a little.] This must be Sam and Dean's place of residence in your world, hmm?

[He runs a finger along the edge of the bunker's main table. Across Sam and Dean's initials.]

I see they're still as sentimental as when they were children.
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[personal profile] endoftheverse 2020-12-12 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
... Do you really think I didn't talk to him? Tell him how I felt?

I was ejected from Heaven and cast into Hell for not wanting to bow down to humans... for not loving them more than my family, like he'd wanted. I was punished just for wanting the free will to choose who I loved.

If you want to cast blame to anyone, look to God. Always look to God.

[His jaw works, and a flash of genuine emotion dances across his face.

Disappointment. Betrayal. Disgust.]


He wanted it to be this way. He wanted 'the Devil'.

And so he cast me out.
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[personal profile] endoftheverse 2020-12-13 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes Lucifer a world of effort not to roll his eyes at the conversation from the corridor. Really, he should be given an award for it. Sammy's good, but it's not the Sam he's wanting — he wants the angry one, the one tainted and powerful and compliant. He wants the boy with the demon blood he'd personally shaped.

And anyway, family is a sham. Family turns on you. Family drives a spear through your very being for daring to think differently about humans — the equivalent of ants being fumigated.]


And you think Castiel hasn't killed humans or angels?

[His voice is soft, as if his heart aches for the boy.]

You think Sam and Dean haven't killed? Caused deaths? They're hunters, Jack. They spent a lot of their lives killing beings without even knowing if they were actually deserving of death. But... it doesn't make someone evil to have to kill. Nothing is ever so gray.

[After a moment, he cocks his head to the side, glancing away in the distance — toward a farmhouse some miles away — and frowning.]

I'm afraid my time is running thin; Sam is having a nightmare, and I really should get back in time to soothe it.
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[personal profile] endoftheverse 2020-12-14 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucifer gives pause as he moves to leave, looking back.]

... Of course, Jack. Anything for the Son of Sam.

[Anything of that ilk. Poor kid, being labeled a Winchester; don't you know, that's just a recipe for disaster? He cocks his head to the side, studying Jack — his essence — for a moment, and then finds himself content enough this day.]

All you need to do is pray.

I'll hear you, and I'll know just when to return to your dreams.

... Hope you have pleasant ones, 'til then.

[He's gone afterward, in the blink of an eye.]