But. That doesn't mean you have to be...who he wants you to be.
[just like jack knows he won't be the same monster that everyone else expects him to become. but while he has sam to support him in that, has castiel to talk sense in to him when his self-belief starts to wane, he doesn't know who lucifer had. if he even tried to prove god differently.
maybe...he just needs somebody to believe in him too?
there's a set of voices that start to echo from down the corridor at that thought. a conversation that ends in words he'd needed to hear not too long ago. in knowing that he wasn't alone in wanting to become better than the world expected of him. the context may be different here, the history far more expanse than either his or sam's. but the message still remains the same. lucifer has always had the choice to be who he wants to be rather than who the world thinks he is. he just needs to try.
assuming, of course, that he even wants to.]
You killed people. Humans...and angels. You didn't have to do that. You don't have to hurt anyone if you don't want to.
[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.
[he knows that sam and dean are hunters. that they kill things for a living. monsters that're out to hurt others. he understands that, and he agrees. even dean's threats against him are ones that jack can't fault him for. he'd even go as far as to thank him for it if he really did end up following in his father's footsteps.
the comment about castiel though-
his gaze slips away as he tries to gather his thoughts, the rest of the words washing over him and ignored entirely. castiel is an angel. is good. he fought to protect him and his mother. to protect the winchesters. humanity. so, why would he...kill other angels? why would he hurt a human?
by the time he opens his mouth to respond though, lucifer's final words sink in, and jack only nods. the hurt is there, glaringly obvious through his own inexperience at hiding his emotions. but he tries his best to power through it. to just force out one, last question.]
Can I...speak to you again? Later?
[though not too soon. he still needs to work through everything that lucifer's said first]
[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.
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[just like jack knows he won't be the same monster that everyone else expects him to become. but while he has sam to support him in that, has castiel to talk sense in to him when his self-belief starts to wane, he doesn't know who lucifer had. if he even tried to prove god differently.
maybe...he just needs somebody to believe in him too?
there's a set of voices that start to echo from down the corridor at that thought. a conversation that ends in words he'd needed to hear not too long ago. in knowing that he wasn't alone in wanting to become better than the world expected of him. the context may be different here, the history far more expanse than either his or sam's. but the message still remains the same. lucifer has always had the choice to be who he wants to be rather than who the world thinks he is. he just needs to try.
assuming, of course, that he even wants to.]
You killed people. Humans...and angels. You didn't have to do that. You don't have to hurt anyone if you don't want to.
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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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the comment about castiel though-
his gaze slips away as he tries to gather his thoughts, the rest of the words washing over him and ignored entirely. castiel is an angel. is good. he fought to protect him and his mother. to protect the winchesters. humanity. so, why would he...kill other angels? why would he hurt a human?
by the time he opens his mouth to respond though, lucifer's final words sink in, and jack only nods. the hurt is there, glaringly obvious through his own inexperience at hiding his emotions. but he tries his best to power through it. to just force out one, last question.]
Can I...speak to you again? Later?
[though not too soon. he still needs to work through everything that lucifer's said first]
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... 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.]