"Dean knows." He answers truthfully, it was only then that Jack sat down across from Michael in the booth. Both hands sitting on the table as he awkwardly tried to get his thoughts in order. "He is younger than when I knew him, everyone is. Castiel looks the same, but I know he's not." He went on. "I told them all that Castiel is my father. It's... not really a lie, he raised me. He protected my mother, I trust him. And... I'm sure you know what Dean would do if he knew. I don't want to go through that again."
It was spoken low, like a guilty confession. He had relaxed a little, but not much when the doors locked, and the blinds closed. Though he'd only seen confession in movies, he wondered if this is what that felt like.
He had hated other world Michael with all of his young being, but this Michael didn't feel wrong. He felt oddly safe speaking, which felt rare these days. This was why he hated lies and the weight of them.
"I appreciate you, they are my family, but I can't tell them. They wouldn't understand." He truly felt his mother's influence was all that kept him safe when he was firstborn. Kelly wasn't here. "Wanda?" He asked, "I think I know her. She was at the Sir Eddie's game and spoke to me. Unless there is two." Sitting back finally, looking just as worried as ever. "You can call him my father when it's us. I know he's here, I can feel it. I've been trying to hide myself." He was still mad at Lucifer, and didn't know Lucifer was also from before him as well.
Sitting up again, a fidgety child-man... no, nephilim. Offering his hand, Michael's way. "It is nice to finally meet you. At least a not apocalypse version of you, anyway." Maybe he should have remembered meeting Michael, he hadn't been weak for awhile, but every time he tried to think it was drawing a blank. "Maybe I lost my power again, it has happened more than once, I am sad to admit." It was why for such a strong creature he didn't always rely on his ablities.
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It was spoken low, like a guilty confession. He had relaxed a little, but not much when the doors locked, and the blinds closed. Though he'd only seen confession in movies, he wondered if this is what that felt like.
He had hated other world Michael with all of his young being, but this Michael didn't feel wrong. He felt oddly safe speaking, which felt rare these days. This was why he hated lies and the weight of them.
"I appreciate you, they are my family, but I can't tell them. They wouldn't understand." He truly felt his mother's influence was all that kept him safe when he was firstborn. Kelly wasn't here. "Wanda?" He asked, "I think I know her. She was at the Sir Eddie's game and spoke to me. Unless there is two." Sitting back finally, looking just as worried as ever. "You can call him my father when it's us. I know he's here, I can feel it. I've been trying to hide myself." He was still mad at Lucifer, and didn't know Lucifer was also from before him as well.
Sitting up again, a fidgety child-man... no, nephilim. Offering his hand, Michael's way. "It is nice to finally meet you. At least a not apocalypse version of you, anyway." Maybe he should have remembered meeting Michael, he hadn't been weak for awhile, but every time he tried to think it was drawing a blank. "Maybe I lost my power again, it has happened more than once, I am sad to admit." It was why for such a strong creature he didn't always rely on his ablities.