abraxaslogs | [Open] Call Me Little Sunshine

Ten years ago, Kelly Kline probably wasn't even out of college. Much less shacking up with the President. Ten years is a very long time, and despite all Jack knows, thats time his mind doesn't really grasp fully given how fast life goes for him. One world ending crisis to another.

Reaching up he pushed his messy wet bangs from his face, before he considered the question. "It's pretty bad... but we're doing our best. Doing what we have to do." He didn't want to tell her about Chuck, or any of the terrible. But, he felt that was enough. If he could spare someone from the pain he had, wasn't that enough?

"It's a long story... but they were there when I was born. I've stayed with them mostly since." Deaths and a few runaways aside.

That sounds a little too much like the constant normal. She would have said that was what it was back where and when she'd come from. But something else sweeps in there more importantly and far more easily pickable. Arguable. Her forehead furrows even as he says it; Jo may not have done more than a semester at college, but one did not need college to know that didn't add up.

"That doesn't make sense." She ticks it off with a finger out. "You're what, 17-18 at most?"

Way too fresh-faced for what Jo even expected of someone that old, but hell, she avoided most of the world where she could have unless she needed them to foster the next step on one of her hunts. But ages weren't hard. At 17-18, she'd still been in high school, surrounded by kids her age, even that number was all they had in common, and they existed in wholly different worlds: one that was real and one that was a paltry oblivious lie.

He was watching her. Only reaching down to where his ignored plate to lift the drink and take a drink. Having his soul back made flavors really pop again. He had missed that. He was holding the mostly empty glass as she realized the issue of what he had said.

That smile turns awkward. "Do I look that young?" He always liked to think he passed for twenty-one or twenty-two. But maybe that's why the shopkeeper kept refusing to sell him Dean's beer even with the fake IDS. He looked around, no one really paying attention to them and yet.

"I'm..." He needed to tell her. "Four years old." He spoke, lifting the glass awkwardly taking another drink. "I'm not fully human. I was born looking like this." He looked at her. That same sincerity was there, with more awkwardness returned. "I'm not supposed to talk about these things."

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."

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."

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."

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."

[Open] Call Me Little Sunshine

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