Upon a dark, gloomy night, cars sped down a lonely road in an ominus forest, with trees so high they looked like they were piercing the sky. Among these cars was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, moving as fast it could go, with orange-colored street lights reflecting off the black coated steel. In this black impala, sat two brothers who were going over a few files they had gathered to complete a hunt in one of the most famous hunting sights in America. Dean and Sam Winchester were racing to a citizen in need.
"So what's this place called again," asked Dean as he continued to look ahead of the road.
"Beacon Hills," Sam answered as he kept reading the files on his lap.
Dean chuckled a bit but stopped when Sam turned to him with a raised eyebrow. Dean defended himself, "What come on! You should never name a town called Beacon Hills. It confuses people, especially if they love bacon." Dean smirked.
Sam rolled his eyes, wondering how they shared the same DNA despite the fact that they were completely different. The younger Winchester continued to read over the files he had collected back at the bunker. "Ah, okay. Well Beacon Hills is well known for many numerous werewolf attacks."
Dean scoffed with a sour scowl and whispered, "I hate werewolves."
"Okay, what else?" Dean asked.
"Well, the hunters in the area of the town say that some of the wolves aren't as violent against them and actually help with maintaining the supernatural chaos there." Dean raised an eyebrow, questioning why werewolves would help hunters out. It wasn't unheard of, especially since they had Garth as a werewolf and a friend, but such connections were considered rare.
"Also according to the map back in the bunker, Beacon Hills is surrounded by powerful supernatural force. Which is ironic because Beacon Hills is literally a beacon for most of the supernatural creatures. It draws them in like a fly to a strong light source. Interesting really."
Dean shrugged and said, "Well you know me, shoot first, research later." Sam mumbled a few insults to Dean as the Impala raced down the road and onto Beacon Hills. "So who sent us the SOS for help?"
Sam looked at his phone, "It doesn't say. The notification was from someone anonymous. Maybe it was a local or the victim."
"What are the pies like there?" Dean asked out of the blue. Sam shrugged and asked, "Look dude, I don't get why you're so obsessed with eating pie. You get mad if I forget it. I mean how are you not fat? You eat pie and junk food almost everyday."
Dean shrugged and said, "I guess it's just magic Sammy, just magic."
"Or it could be the black hole in your stomach," Sam countered.
Dean glared at Sam, "Shut up."
"Jerk!"
"Bitch!"
They sat there in a comfortable silence until Sam had to break it with the last question Dean wanted to hear, "How are you doing? With you know, everything?"
Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly. He knew exactly what Sam was talking about. "I'm fine, why are you asking?"
Sam stuttered a bit and continued, "Well I mean...Cas and Crowley are...dead. And mom's trapped in another dimension with the Devil, and most importantly, the spawn of Satan is free in the wind. I mean the first three weeks, you were a dick! How are you alright after it all? In glee even? Aren't you worried that something bad will happen to the people we still care about?"
Dean didn't answer, but his blood boiled in anger and his heart beated with despair. His 'happy' mood had been tarnished and was replaced by utter dispare. If he could, he would've punched Sam in the face. Of all the things they could've talked about, it had to be about Castiel, Crowley, and their mother. Out of them all however, the death of Castiel had affected him greatly, more than he imagined. He was more than their best friend, he was like a brother to them. They had to burn his corpse. They prayed and hoped that Chuck would bring him back like the times he did before, but this time, things seemed different.
Their mother was now in an alternate dimension, with Lucifer. Probably dead by now, but Sam tries hard not to assume the worst. She was a survivor and a warrior, they hoped she would've endured the pain Lucifer was probably giving her. But deep inside, Dean felt like his mother wasn't coming back. No matter how many times Dean told Sam, his younger brother refused to believe it.
Just thinking about them brought him great misery. And his brother was right, he was angry for those three weeks. Sam was forced to watch Dean drink bottle by bottle of beer, he even went as far as drink hardcore liquor. Dean had recalled how he would dismiss everything Sam said and grew violent on monster hunts. His bloodlust had not been satisfied and his anger had not once faded. The depressed Winchester was dying on the inside. Dean was doing his best to hold it together, to act as if nothing was wrong but he couldn't. He was breaking, but he had to stay strong, no matter what.
As for Jack's whereabouts, when he was born, Sam had seen that he grew into a full grown teenager. He remembered those golden eyes that stared back at him mischievously. Sam tried to help but it didn't turn out so well.
***
Sam froze where he stood as the nephilim lost his smile and simply stared at him. He may have seen a lot of bloody, skin crawling things in the past, but something was not right with the way this boy was looking at him. Jack's eyes lost their celestial glow and returned to normal. With the courage he had, Sam tried to talk to Jack.
"Hey, Jack, my name is-"
"I know who you are." that voice, it was laced with fear with a hint of confusion. It sent unpleasant shivers down Sam's spine. However, the nephilim wasn't moving his mouth, in fact, Sam wasn't sure if Jack was moving at all. Jack only continued with a grimm tone, "I know what you want."
Sam nearly gasped, but Jack's lips turned into a frown, "I don't I...I can hear your thoughts. I can tell that you don't like me."
Jack looked away with a sense of dread eating away at him. He continued to communicate with Sam, "I heard how so many people wanted to kill me and my mother..."
Guilt had caused Sam to turn away a little, because Jack's complaint reminded him of the death of Kelly Kline. Her demise, was a cruel one. The Devil had abused the growing love she had carried for the president and used it to his advantage. Now she was lying dead upon her bed with her son fully grown and eerie.
Sam gulped as he tried to continue, "Look Jack, I need you to listen to me. You are not your father. My brother and I can help you. We can help you grow in power, help you understand what's happening to you and how to survive this world. How to be good."
Jack tried to talk, but he sounded like a cat dying since he had never used his voice. The nephilim coughed and tried to hold his neck with his hands. The feeling of his own skin was foreign to him. He felt human and vulnerable rather than powerful as he was told he'd be, as the vision had displayed he'd be. Ignoring the issue, he looked at Sam and continued to mind link with him, not hiding the anger and woe he carried, "No. Stay away from me, please. I want...to be alone."
Jack stood up and leaned against the corner, as if he were trying to hide. Sam could see that Jack had fair brown hair and beautiful bright blue eyes. Angelic. But then his eyes glimmered back into that majestic dark gold, a color that shimmered through the darkness of the nursery. Jack was a medium-built and his chiseled features made him appear heavenly. Sam drew his eyes away for he noticed that Jack was naked.
"Stay away from me and leave me alone, before I do something we both regret. I want my father...," Sam hadn't noticed before, but Jack didn't really resemble Lucifer. Lucifer was cunning and diabolical, but Jack only looked lost and sad, as if he were suffering from depression. Lucifer always had a sinister smirk or toothy smile, but Jack only had a baby frown on his face. He looked so lonely and angry, Sam couldn't help but be sympathetic.
"You mean Lucifer?" Sam asked.
Jack didn't respond as he looked away from Sam and hid his face within the shadows of the room that was meant for him.
"Jack, why do you want to see your father? Why do you want to see Lucifer" Sam asked quietly.
Jack only stood there with a small frown, "Lucifer? No that's not his name. My father, he's supposed to protect me. I have to find him. Where is Castiel?"
Sam gulped as soon as Jack mentioned his name, Sam held back the tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. He had expected it to be Lucifer. But Castiel? Why would he want Castiel to his father? To answer the nephilim's question, Sam replied with a grim tone, "Dead..."
From his small frown, Jack mouth went ajar in shock and confusion. Sam was more surprised to see the shock and sadness as those gold eyes began to lose their luster. Jack mind linked, "But...I want him back...."
For the first time since Sam had seen Jack, he saw that deep inside, Jack seemed like he was more human than archangel. He had this woe and panic in his eyes. Sam could tell that he wasn't lying, Jack really wanted Castiel.
"I'm sorry Jack, but that's not possible. But like I said, my brother and I can help you..."
Jack shook his head, looking even more fearful than before, "No..., I don't...I don't believe...you..."
Sam sighed and shook his head, well aware that Jack won't like hearing this, "I'm sorry Jack but you can't see Cas."
Jack was quiet for awhile. Sam didn't miss the nephilim's gentle breathing moving more rapidly. He didn't say anything, until he spoke through his mind, "Then I'll bring him back..."
Sam gasped a little. But before he could ask, Jack spoke, with determination, "But...in an exchange for this, you have to promise me that you'll leave us alone. Otherwise if you try to find me, I will end up hurting you and your brother in the worst way imaginable. I promise you that."
At the end of his little threat, Sam could detect the hint of anger the nephilim had. Jack glared at Sam and his eyes started growl a little. "I never want to see you again...."
The younger brother was growing angry, but he couldn't help but be bothered by Jack's shaky voice, well, mind link, for it almost seemed like Jack was lying, the anger was there but it sounded more like an empty threat. Sam stood there, until he swiftly brought his gun up and shot Jack in the head.
What he hoped didn't pass, for the bullet broke into pieces as it hit the skin on Jack's forehead. Jack flinched in fear and moved away from the wall, "I said to leave me alone!"
Sam didn't give up, he kept shooting him and shooting him, but to no avail, the bullets shattered as it hit his fair skin. Irritated and fearfully, Jack yelled in anger, and then by some unknown force, Sam was thrown against the wall. The hunter grunted in pain as he looked up at Jack.
Sam shook from fear as the knowledge of Jack's growing power, scared him. As Jack walked a little closer to him, Sam kept crawling against the wall and tried to hold himself together.
Jack's gold eyes shone brighter, "I never want to see you again..."
***
Sam had told Dean that Jack had escaped and knocked him down in the process. He didn't have the guts to tell Dean the truth. As much as he hated keeping secrets from him, he knew that it was the only way.
"Do you have any leads on where Jack could be?" Dean asked.
Sam looked up from the paperwork and answered, "No, not really. I can't find anything on him, no surveillance, no records of strange accidents, nothing. And no hunter has seen anyone that might look like him. Dean I don't even think they're even aware that there's a nephilim in the world."
Dean nodded, "Maybe, but we need to find him before he grows in power. Otherwise, we'll be in a huge shithole of trouble."
Sam groaned, "Even if we did find him, how are we gonna kill him, I mean, he's quiet and careful with us. He's been gone for a month, I don't think we'll ever find him in time."
Sam looked back at Dean, but he was still focused on the road almost as if he didn't hear what Sam said. Deep down however, Dean's fear for the world never ceased as they drove all the way to Beacon Hills.
***
"So what are we looking for?" Dean asked as they walked out of the motel room they rented not that long ago and into the Impala. Sam got in and pulled out his phone. "According to these coordinates, the sight we have to look into is within the forest surrounding Beacon Hills, near a cliff in the area. You see this case we're going over, it's not all about the werewolf attacks."
Dean turned towards Sam with a 'really' face. Really, dumbass? You're telling me that we drove half way across the country for a different case. I mean seriously, werewolves! Aren't we here to take care of some werewolves?!
Understanding Dean's confusion, Sam explained, "About a week ago, a few hunters had interrogated this demon from New York. According to the bastard, there was an explosion of raw energy that took place three weeks ago. The wavelength of the blast had reached all the way to the western edge of the United States, maybe even more. The hunters that were interrogating this demon say that the energy was so intense that all the angels that were stationed on Earth had been overpowered, and the demons that were exposed to the energy either ended up injured or dead."
Dean eyes shot out of their sockets and asked, "Wait so, a powerful force that no angel or demon had ever seen before, had engulfed all of America and ended up here?"
"You're almost correct. You see, the blast had happened somewhere in the east, maybe from Boston or New York itself, but they haven't figured it out yet. The energy from the blast didn't leave a lot of traces, but some of the unknown energy still lingers here, it probably has to do with the intense supernatural force Beacon Hill possess, it's preserving it in some way."
"Okay," Dean nodded with a bored expression, "But why does it matter?"
Sam rolled his eyes, noticing that Dean still hasn't gotten the idea. Sam explained, "Dean, what do we know of the one being powerful and destructive enough to actually lay waste to demons and angels alike?"
Dean was still confused until he remembered, "The nephilim...:"
Sam smirked, "Yeah. I think we might have found him here."
"But I thought you said you didn't have any leads on him," Dean noted.
"And there really isn't," he answered, "It's more of a theory. But I think we might find him here. Or clues to where he might've gone."
Dean nodded and twisted the key that brought his baby to life. "Okay so the woods, right?"
Sam mumbled a yes and they continued off, hoping that they will find the nephilim Jack here in Beacon Hills.
***
"Are you sure the mysterious force is here?" Stiles asked as they walked within the dark forest. Scott nodded his head and stayed close to Stiles as they walked through the dark night. Stiles and Scott had been in the forest for the past few hours, trying to find traces of the energy Lydia had sensed.
Scott turned to look at Stiles. Even in the dark, Scott could tell that something was troubling his friend. Out of hesitation, he asked, "Stiles what's on your mind?"
Stiles looked at him as if he was crazy, "Dude nothing's wrong with me! Do I look like I have long ears or snake eyes? No! Scott I'm fine."
Scott continued, "I know that, but what I meant was: is something bothering you?"
"I'm fine, mother. What's next? Are you gonna tell me to eat my food and not play with it?"
"Stiles, corporate man. You haven't been yourself for a while. You're starting to worry me."
Stiles glared at his friend, his annoyed expression mixed with sympathy and confliction. He desperately wanted to tell Scott the truth about his origins, but he didn't want to say anything until he found Dean. If Chris Argent was telling the truth about his father, he needed to be sure he was safe from the hunters. Unless he wanted his best friend dead, he wasn't going to bring his pack into a family of hunters. Once he found Dean for sure and all this drama and confusion was settled, he would tell Scott and the rest of the pack everything.
"Scott, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me. And besides, it's our last summer at Beacon Hills before we have to officially go to college, might as well live life a little." He said that last part to cheer his friend up. Scott sent him a smirk and nudge him in the stomach playfully. However, he still remained unconvinced.
They continued to walk further into the forest, and stayed quiet as distance howls filled the night and tension filled the air. Scott and Stiles were careful as they moved along. Scott suddenly stopped and placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder.
"What's up," asked Stiles. Scott turned to him and whispered to stay quiet. Stiles did as he said and followed Scott as carefully as possible.
"Wait, so this is where the energy is coming from?"
Both teens heard voices from the distance. To stay hidden, they got on the ground and hid themselves behind a fallen tree trunk. They searched until they spotted two men in fall coats and flannel shirts, strolling through the forest with guns and strange devices in their hands.
"I'm pretty sure, the EMF here is going crazy, I believe this were the energy is coming from. Hopefully it is him."
Scott turned to Stiles with a raised eyebrow, "So they're also looking for the same energy spikes Lydia told us about?"
Stiles remarked, "No, they're trying to look for buried treasure. Yes dumbass, they're looking for the source of the energy spikes."
Stiles took a good look at them. From what he could see, the men looked liked they were in their late thirties, possibly early forties. He couldn't really tell in the dark. Their clothes looked worn out and old. Despite the darkness, Stiles could recognize one of the hunters. How could he not. Stiles gulped at the horrifying reality that his biological father was here.
Stiles examined their movements closely. Dean Winchester had inspected the area surround him with a look of caution until he turned towards to, who Stiles assumed is Sam Winchester. They seemed to be having an intimate conversation.
"Who are those guys? What do they want to do with the energy spikes?" He heard Scott ask.
Stiles didn't respond, he was too awestruck to even care. His father was literally a few feet away. He could just as easily went up to him and asked if they could talk for just a little while, but he wasn't sure if meeting his father was a good idea. He looked decent for a hunter, it seemed to him that the Winchesters used older technology than that of the Argent Family. Of course the Argents seemed to wear fancy clothes, these guys looked like lumberjacks.
The temptation to walk up there and talk to him seemed to overwhelm him a bit. In addition, it wasn't like he was going to attack them, he just wanted to talk, to put himself in a state of peace. Of course it seemed easy to do, but how would Dean react? Stiles just realized that he hadn't thought about that. Would Dean take it well? He didn't know who is his father really was, what he was like. Maybe there was a reason why his mother gave him up. Maybe it was meant to protect him from a monster. But based on what he heard from Chris, he couldn't tell.
Scott looked to see Stiles shake a little. He was well aware that this was sign of Stiles' anxiousness. He wanted to help, but the werewolf couldn't pinpoint what would have caused his friend to act so scared in the first place. Stiles' heart beat drummed through his ears and Scott couldn't help but groan in annoyance.
"Stiles, what's wrong," Scott asked quietly as he grasped Stiles shoulder. The human teen shivered and said, "No-nothing. Wh-what do you think I'm crazy. Th-those two m-might be normal hunters."
"Stiles, dude be quiet," Scott quietly exclaimed as he covered Stiles' mouth to keep it shut. Stiles wasn't aware he was talking too loud as he started to panic.
"Hey!"
Both boys turned to see the hunters running towards them. Oh shit! Stiles thought. Scott immediately got up and grabbed Stiles, "Come on man, we need to go before it all gets bad."
With that in mind, Stiles ran along with Scott as the hunters chased after them. The boys felt the leaves brush against their shoes as they dashed through the forest. Sam and Dean rushed after them as they tried to get away.
Just as they were about to escape, Scott had been tackled by Sam. Scott grunted and growled as he tried to set himself free. Stiles went back to help him, but was then he was tackled down by a brute force. The next thing he knew, a gun was pointed to his chest. Stiles looked up at the man, who was meant to treat him with manly support and love, dig a weapon against his heart. If this was the really Dean Winchester, Stiles didn't want him to be in his life, no matter how badly he wanted answers.
"Now tell me kid, who the hell are you? And what the hell are you and your werewolf friend doing here," Dean asked in a booming voice.
Sam held Scott on the ground but struggled as Scott's Alpha powers started to awaken and cause him to retaliate.
Stiles scoffed, "What do you think? We're here to get tackled by two overgrown hunters with stupid guns. Isn't there a retirement center for hunters at age forty?"
Dean chuckled a bit at this. Even if he didn't really meet this boy in person, he liked him. Little did the boy know, he had made a fatal mistake. Dean smirked and brought the gun to Stiles' forehead and grew his face closer to Stiles'. From this distance, Stiles could already smell beer and blood from his jacket.
"Okay, let me ask you this one more time: Who are you? And what do you want?" Stiles didn't answer, which only annoyed Dean even more.
"Fine, have it your way!" Just as Dean was about to pull the trigger, Sam yelped in pain.
Dean turned to see that his brother had been thrown to one of the nearby trees. Scott growled and his eyes glowed a bright red. Stiles hastily stood up and waited until Scott was in the clear. Dean didn't hesitate to shoot, however, before he could try, Stiles threw himself against Dean and elbowed him in the gut. Swiftly, Scott and Stiles ran away from the hunters as quickly as possible.
Scott and Stiles ran through the woods, sweat dripping down their faces, legs already dying, and their lungs screaming for air. Scott and Stiles ran and ran and heard the hunters yelling at them to come back.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Scott and Stiles yelled in surprise as the hunters kept shooting at them, but missed. Once they were at the edge of the forest, the two boys spotted Stiles' jeep. "Scott, your house?"
Scott just yelled, "Whatever, just go!"
With that in mind, Stiles started the car and quickly drove away from the forest and the Winchesters to their neighborhood, where they would be safe, hopefully.
Sweat dripped from Stiles' forehead as the thought of what would have happened to them if they weren't fast enough nearly frightened him. Especially since Scott was there with him. He knew they would've killed him on the spot. He was just glad they were able to escape and remain intact, with no broken arms, bleeding torso, or smashed skulls.
"Who the hell were those guys?" Scott asked as they slowly walked up to his house. Scott unlocked the door to his house and rushed inside and Stiles followed. From the lack of sound, they could tell that Melissa was still working a late night shift at the hospital.Which they were thankful for, because if she were here to see them in this condition, she would've be suspicious in a heartbeat. But just to be safe. they both ran up to Scott's room, locked the door, and closed all the windows.
"My best guess, the Winchester brothers." Stiles finally answered as he laid his head on Scott's bed.
Scott hummed in wonder until he shrugged and wiped a drop of sweat that ran down his face and said, "Doesn't ring a bell."
Stiles explained the story of Dean and Sam Winchester from the perspective of Chris Argent.
"Well, according to other sources, the Winchesters are the best hunters in the whole damn world." Scott raised an eyebrow and asked, "They still don't ring a bell. I mean they are supposed to world's greatest hunters right? Then what makes that energy spike so special compared to all the other things that have happened here, to have these special hunters to come instead of the common ones to Beacon Hills. Where they trying to expose and kill us?"
Stiles didn't answer, for there was only one thought running through his head: his father was here.
He didn't think this would be such a coincidence, that his biological father, was here on Beacon Hill's soil. He was hoping this would happen.
However, the Dean Winchester he just met, wasn't the father he wanted to get to know. Dean was already scary and unstable according to the criminal records that were kept on him by government officials, but to see your own biological father try to kill you? Stiles didn't expect it to hurt him due to the fact that he already had a father who cherished and raised him as his own. However, the pain did hurt, but he wasn't willing to let it get to him.
Sooner or later, he would have to tell Dean Winchester the news that he was his son.
But he wasn't looking forward to the outcome and aftermath of it.
The nephilim Jack Kline