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Fic: Burn So Bright (Sam/Dean, NC-17) Chapter 1 of ?

Title: Burn So Bright

Author: smalltrolven

Pairing: Sam/Dean,established

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Beware of season 12 spoilers, this story takes place immediately post episode 12.23 “All Along the Watchtower.” This was mostly written before the trailers for season 13 were released, so consider this “pre-Jossed” from the get-go.

Author’s Note: Not my characters, only my words. Enochian translations from here, my usage is of course not at all John Dee approved.

Summary: The Winchester brothers need some help figuring out what to do with Jack, the newly born nephilim son of Lucifer.


Read it over on the AO3 right here.

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“Might and wrong combined, like iron magnetized, are endowed with irresistible attraction.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne, The House of the Seven Gables

Dean couldn't think, couldn't breathe, his mother was gone again. Just plain gone into thin air. No not thin air, stuck in that horrible alternative blasted-out world. The one where Lucifer was, where Crowley had died.The one where at least there was a Bobby. That's all he could hope for now, that and knowing Mary was a kick-ass fighter who could probably (hopefully) survive.

He looked down at Castiel's dead form in front of him and gently closed the open eyelids. Castiel had always came back to them somehow. God or Chuck or whoever was in charge would probably do that again. And if not...well, both he and Sam had been realizing lately, very reluctantly, that Cas however much of a friend and brother-in-arms he was to them could be a real adversary sometimes. But damn, it was hard to lose him again, especially when things were so messed up.

Dean had a list that he always chewed over in his darkest hours and this was definitely one of the darkest. At the top at that list was the horrible moment when Cas had reached out and touched Sam's forehead breaking the wall that Death had constructed to save his little brother from the onslaught of his memories of Hell, and Lucifer specifically. The Lucifer that Cas had so blithely let out of the temporary cage so he could have this chance to spawn the thing that had taken his mother away. How in the hell was he supposed to just keep forgiving the guy (who wasn't really a guy)?

It was hard to have a friend that couldn’t be trusted to undo everything you’d worked and sacrificed for. Somehow it seemed like it just never ended, the train of Castiel’s bad decisions, not until it was too late. Like losing someone permanently, Bobby at the top of that list, and maybe mom now, too. If only there was a way to undo all of the bad choices one being had made. The next time he saw Chuck he would be asking for that, an undo-Cas button. That would have been a better gift from Amara than ripping his poor mother out of her heaven and plopping her down here in the middle of all their craziness. And now look where she was.

What would Amara have to say about this? Or did she and Chuck just look down on them and shake their heads, ‘oh there go those Winchesters tearing up the space-time continuum again.’

There wasn't anything he could do for their mom now. And nothing he could do for Cas either. But the baby that was just born, maybe he could help somehow, at some point in the future. And Sam, where the hell was he anyway?

"Sam!" Dean yelled into the night sky, the echo coming back from the lake soft and airy. “Hey, Sammy!" Dean yelled, a little worried, no a lot worried, because there was no answer coming back from his brother.

There were no sounds coming from the direction of the house, but that was of course where Sam had to be. His brother was in there somewhere dealing with Lucifer's love-child and here he’d been, letting himself grieve the losses.  He got up from the damp grass, dusted off his knees and grabbed the angel sword that lay on the ground. He looked down at Castiel's dead form once more and shook his head. “Sorry, Cas, guess it was your turn this time, man."

As he closed the front door behind him he was struck by how still the house was, he heard no sounds at first, but then there were words being murmured somewhere. It sounded like two voices, coming from upstairs. Who was Sam talking to? Was it Kelly Kline? Wasn’t she supposed to be dead by now? He kicked himself mentally again for having taken so long outside doing nothing but letting his thoughts uselessly spin out.

He crept up the stairs as quietly as he could manage, angel sword held in front of him, hoping for the element of surprise if that was what would help. He heard Sam's soothing voice, the one he used on Dean when he needed something, like for Dean to calm down and think. It worked its magic even though it wasn't directed at him.

So...think...Dean....think.

Sam wasn’t talking to Kelly, or Cas or Mom, it had to be the kid, somehow Jack was old enough to have a conversation with. As he got closer to the nursery room, he couldn’t quite make out the language they were speaking, and it sure as hell wasn't English. Sounded more like Enochian, not that Dean was any sort of expert, but that's what his first impression was.

He had a momentary twinge where he caught himself being impressed at how well Sam seemed to be holding up his end of the conversation speaking in the tongue of the angels. But of course his brother was an expert, he'd had way too long to perfect that in all the time he'd been left in the Cage with Lucifer and Michael. Dean didn't want to think about that now though, it wasn't something he'd ever get over. Now was not the time to dwell on that, not in the middle of whatever this was.

As he was finally able to peek into the room he could just make out Sam in the darkest corner, bent down in a crouch in front of a shadowy figure. His brain fought against the obvious conclusion that shouldn’t make any freaking sense. It wasn't possible that Jack was that size already, how could he be the size of a young man? After all the amazing places he'd been to and the crazy things he’d seen during his strange life, this might be at the top of the list. Amara growing so quickly, to full adult size in less than a month or two, that was one thing. But almost instantly from birth to being near grown in a few minutes?

The power coming off of the dude was something else though. The house was beginning to rattle and shake and Dean remembered that the energy that had accompanied this guy's birth had ripped that hole in their universe. And his brother was cuddling up to him in the corner, still speaking soothing phrases in Enochian. The power waves seemed to dial down a couple notches so Sam must have been saying the right things to him. Or at least it was distracting him enough to win this round.

His hand tightened on the grip of the angel sword while he debated whether or not to burst into the room. Would the element of surprise help, or maybe the dude already knew he was there? What were his powers anyway? Was he all-knowing, all-powerful or limited to blowing things up? Maybe he could help get their mom out of the alternative world, but leave his daddy behind somehow?

Chapter Two-part A


Quickie Translation of Enochian Words Used:

Piripsol- brightness

Saisch - brothers

Nor-Quashi - sons of pleasure

Zizop - vessels

Camilax - speak

il, q - thy

Exentaser - mother of all

Aziazor - love


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