[Open] Call Me Little Sunshine

[notoftheblood]

Who: Jack & various
What: catch-all log
Where: The Free cities, other locations will be added to headers.
When: Late November and December
Warnings: n/a, will update as needed!

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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo raised her eyebrows—in a doubtfully unapologetic 'Are you kidding me?—at that first question and his ludicrously hopeful thoughts on his age, as though to say no one was going to buy him as a fully-fledged adult-like this. Even his response smacked of something that was too hopeful and crestfallen about not hitting the optimistic head of that mark.

The rest.

Jo stares and goes rather still. She can feel the pickle on her shoulders and upper arms, upper back muscles tensing; that would be a chill if it weren't for the blasted arid wind of this unending desert the base and The Free Cities in total found themselves in. Four. Years. Old. Born looking that old. Four years old. Not supposed to talk about those years. Four years old???

"What?" It is more of an outlandish explosion of sound than anything else. "Yeah, I'm gonna go with that really doesn't work for me. You're gonna wanna explain what that means, and—" Her voice growing a little sterner, stiller, closer to steel; but not louder. "—what that makes you."

[notoftheblood]

That eyebrow raised and Jack knew. He just knew she didn't buy that he was an adult. That's that same look Dean gives when he does something that nearly gives them away. Without the exasperation, anyway. Or the random attitude. He misses Dean. He always knows what to expect, and yet this world, he knew nothing.

The way that she stays quiet lets him finish draining the glass and sitting it aside. The human side of him still needed to eat, sleep and drink. While not as much as normal humans by any means.

"Can we...." He started, feeling awkward as he looked up. "Talk about this somewhere else?" His eyes shifted around to the others around the busy room. "I promise I'll answer."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's torn almost instantly between getting his uncertainty toward people and there being no trust anywhere in this equation about the idea of being alone with whatever this kid who distinctly said he isn't, wasn't, and that being on par with the greatest of stupidity. She's still got her sword and she's got that new power, but she's not as good at it as she'd like, and while there are soldiers everywhere she'd rather not be in the debt of them.

"You can't seriously think after saying something like that—" And connecting her to people like Dean, Sam, and Cas. "—that I'm going to let you take me into some kind of alley for this conversation, so where are you thinking?"

Beat. "Cuz I'm not taking you back to anyone without having a better bead on all that."

[notoftheblood]

Jack was watching her, he carefully sat the glass down back on the table, and crossed his arms. Mostly, to try to look less uncomfortable than the whole situation made him feel.

He had a feeling it was a no before she spoke up. It was expected, he remembered how Sam and Dean reacted those first weeks he was alive. It was expected.

"I was hoping... I admit." He spoke quietly. "Just... please..." He started to say to not tell, but who would she tell? He didn't know if anyone else was here. What would it matter in this new world. "Never mind, it's fine."

Taking a breath, he looked down at his feet and less at her. "I'm a nephilim. Half Angel, half human. People have been trying to kill me, or use me for their purposes, since I was born." He added the last bit, as a means to let her know why he was less inclined to share around the people near them. "I would show you... but my powers are not working."