𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 | 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘒𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦

the road ahead

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The walk wasn't interesting in the slightest. Daphne felt a strange clench in her chest whenever she looked over her shoulder as she hoped, no, begged to see her father running towards her. Jack hadn't let go of her hand, seemingly refusing to, and yet he also stayed completely naked.

"Jack, i, uh...think we should find a store-"

"A store?" He cut her off, his brows furrowed in confusion as his grip subconsciously tightened around her hand. It wasn't enough to harm her, but strangely, Daphne felt rather comforted by the small squeeze in her hand. She assumed it was her brain sending seratonin throughout her body as a reaction to Jack's action.

"A place where you buy things you need." Her shoulders raised towards her ears before slowly dropping as she cleared her throat and look ahead. The night sky was rather beautiful from where she was. It was a neverending darkness, stretching on for thousands of miles outside of the earths atmosphere and yet the stars were prettiest of it all. They blinked, shimmered and glistened whilst standing out amongst the bleak void of the night. They may have only been burning balls of gas, but Daphne always felt a sense of calmness wash over her whenever she simply stood - or sat - and looked towards the sky. "We should get you clothes." She then said, sending the boy a soft smile to help assure him she meant no harm.

She knew she couldn't harm him if she tried, but she chalked it up to the fact she had seen what had happened to Sam and Dean. The reality of the situation was more dire than the make-believe she wished to have. After all, there was no sane answer as to why she wouldn't hurt the boy, she had enough reason to.

"We should find my father." Jack replied, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She didn't want to tell the boy, he seemed innocent and unknowing of who his father really was. Why else would he want to find the Devil unless it was because you didn't know your dad was the Devil?

"Listen, Jack, your dad..." she released a shuddering breath and took her hand from his. She watched, from the corner of her eye, as he kept his arm slightly outstretched but his gaze looked towards her in confusion. He didn't understand why she pulled away after a few hours of walking with her hand intertwined with his already. He saw her wrap her arms around her stomach, however, and he couldn't help but frown even more.

"Daphne?" He called out her name, his voice rolling off of his tongue soothingly. He felt a strong urge to protect her, to always be beside her, and his heart ached when he saw her saddened expression.

"Your dad isn't a very good man." She mumbled, shaking her head before walking on. Her mind flashed images of her grandma being dragged into the rift, to a different world with Lucifer. She replayed the moment an angel blade pierced through Castiel and instead exploded the Angel's grace and therefore killing him. She watched the imagery of all Lucifer had done to her, Sam and Dean over the years and her glare hardened. She was walking and conversing with the Devil's son, something she began loathing herself for.

"That doesn't...." the boy trailed off with a frown, still walking besides Daphne. Only now, his hand dropped to his side and it left him feeling cold and empty. Not empty, per say, but he felt a small shiver run up his spine at the prolongued loss of contact. "That doesn't sound like my father."

Daphne shook her head, pursed her lips and forbade herself from saying anything further. She didn't want to die today, not for pissing off the boy beside her. So, instead, she dug around her jacket pockets and pulled out her phone, grinning at the 47% mark on the screen. She practically kissed the phone before delving into her pockets once more, her fingers gripping onto a pair of earphones.