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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.
She placed one in her ear and decided to be courteous and offer one to Jack, a small lopsided grin on her face as she did so. The boy was anxious, glancing at the earbud in between two of Daphne's fingers before looking at the girl with confusion.
"You place it in your ear." She pointed to the one she had placed in her ear before urging for Jack to take the other. Motioning with one hand, she guided the boy into putting the earbud in his ear before she looked to her phone. A small sigh escaped her lips as her finger pressed down on a certain song she had longed to listen to. Nothing Else Matters by Metallica began to play, and she watched the boy flinch before his blue eyes glowed a bright amber. "It's alright, okay? It's music."
"Music?!"
"Yeah." She grinned, mouthing the lyrics and bopping her head a little at she continued to walk. Jack watched her in fascination before looking at where he was going. He was learning so many things, too many things, and yet he grinned and bopped his own head along to the tune. He would admit, he rather like this so called music thing.
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Daybreak had befallen the two wanderers as they travelled along the main road. Daphne's feet began to get sore only three hours ago whilst her eyes were finding it rather impossible to stay open. It soon led to her movements becoming rather sluggish.
"Daphne?" Jack's voice was laced with concern as he pulled the pair of them to a swift stop. He moved himself to stand in front of her, his hands grasping her shoulders with a gentle but comforting touch whilst his blue eyes desperately searched her face for any signs of what was wrong. "Wh-what's wrong? I don't...Daphne?"
"I'm tired." Her voice was a slightly coarse whisper. Her throat was dry after the prolonged seperation from being hydrated and her stomach growled with a furious hunger. She winced, a nauseating feeling of being hungry filled her as soon as she had stopped. "Hungry. Thirsty." She continued to list off what she figured was wrong, but she was no doctor. "I'm almost seeing two of you." Jack looked around in uncertaintly, fearful of her words but her soft giggles made him frown and look back towards her. "It's a saying you poor, innocent soul." She gently tapped her hand against his cheek before her eyes widened and she gripped Jack's chin, forcing him to look at what she had seen.
In front of them, just on the other side of the trees, was a small diner. It was blue and white in colour whilst they could see a drive-through sign saying "Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats" with a pirate statue posed beside it. Daphne found herself snorting at the sight of the parrot on the statue's shoulder and in her exhausted state, she lazily pointed at the statue and spoke.
"Bet Blackbeard wants his bird back."
"Blackbeard?" Jack questioned, but Daphne rolled her eyes exasperatedly before she began to walk - more like limp at this point - towards the diner. Her jacket (as well as a cut off shirt of Dean's) was drenched in sweat and her jeans were caked in mud from when she had knelt beside Castiel's body. Her hair, an unruly and rather chaotic birds nest along with the darkening bags beneath her eyes made her look like some form of squatter, which she didn't much appreciate, but she was also too tired to give a damn.
Daphne was pulled to a stop by Jack, of whom was staring at the pirate statue with confusion.
"Father?" He called out, and Daphne had to squint and lean her head forwards in an attempt at understanding what the Nephilim meant. She couldn't tell whether her tiredness was making her delusional or not, and so she looked towards the pirate statue and then towards Jack. She repeated the motions several times until a voice through the speaker made her jump.
"Yo, uh..." a man, probably no older than her, spoke out. "We're not open yet." There was a slight crackle coming through and in all honesty, Daphne felt like laughing. She knows that Jack didn't kow any better, however, there was something so laughable about the fact that poor little Jack thought that the statue was his dad.
"Father." He then said and this time, Daphne Winchester slapped a hand to her face and shook her head. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was stood next to the son of Satan whilst he called a pirate statue his father. It was pure lunacy! And yet she also didn't care.
"Jack, sweetie, that's not your dad." She finally said, her hand hestitantly grabbing his shoulder. The blue eyed boy looked towards her and frowned in more confusion than before, his brows pinching together deeply.
"Why would you come here, then?"
"Because it's the first damn sign of civilization we've had for what feels like a hundred damn miles!" Her voice became raised, her hands outstretched before they slapped her thighs. Her chest heaved before she ducked her head down, shaking it in the process. "I'm....i'm sorry, alright? I-i've had a shit couple days."
"Because of me?" He asked, and she stared at him. It was technically his fault, but what was worse, was that in reality it wasn't. Lucifer is the one that sired the boy. Jack certainly didn't impregnate his own mother, that would be highly illegal, frowned upon and purely wrong. And so, with the conclusion in plain sight, Daphne shook her head before she tilted it to the side and rested against Jack's shoulder.
"No, Jack, not because of you." They stayed like that for a little while. Jack was staring intently at the statue and yet he refused to move a muscle. He glanced towards Daphne every once in a while and he saw her eyes flutter closed, stay closed for a few seconds before snapping open quickly, as though she were jolted awake.
This went on for quite a while. Time was nonexistent in her exhausted mind, and yet the sound of a vehicle pulling up made her frown and slowly raise her head from Jack's shoulder and looked towards the carpark. With a wincing look, she saw the car pull up.
"Well fuck."
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