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Hello Jesse, the woman said. She looked like his mom, but he knew she couldn’t be—he’d left Mom asleep at home, with Dad and the brothers and the woman who gave birth to him and the confused man who tried to kill him.
Hi, he answered, glancing around. It was a nice room, with a couch and a big-screen TV and a table with chocolate chip cookies. Who… how’d I get here?
She smiled and it felt like a sunrise on his skin. You wanted, more than anything, to be somewhere safe, Jesse. Somewhere away from the demons, where you wouldn’t hurt anyone. She gestured to the room. And here you are, dear boy.
The room did feel safe. So did she. Like those two brothers had, from the moment Jesse first saw them.
I can’t hurt people here? he asked, just to be sure. I won’t… He shuddered and sniffled, thinking about all those people he harmed. Killed. Just by believing in something.
No, Jesse, she said softly, stepping forward and holding out her hand. You can’t hurt anyone here. You chose, and that choice is final. He touched her fingers, let her wrap her hand gently around his. Your decision will be respected, though Lucifer will try to change your mind.
Jesse looked up at her. My parents?
She smiled again. They will be protected. They did well in caring for you, in loving you. Because of them—and the woman who bore you—Heaven has not lost in my absence.
When I’m older, he said. Will I fight?
She nodded. When you are ready, Jesse, you will step back into the world. Her gaze went distant and he wondered what she saw to make her so sad. Things have gotten so out of control, she murmured. Nothing is as I left it.
He licked his lips, trying to find the words. Why… why was I born?
She met his eyes. The demons, she told him gently, wanted someone so powerful that he or she could destroy the Hosts of Heaven with but a thought. Lucifer cannot, and my son will not. The first attempt was… She paused and seemed to weigh her words.
Don’t treat me like a kid, he warned, thinking about those brothers and the demon that hurt them.
She flashed a quick grin, glancing at their still-joined hands. I treat everyone as children, she confessed quietly. To me, they are. She gently pulled him to the table and nodded to the chair. Sit, she said. Eat. Let me tell you a story about the first child Azazel tried to create.
As Jesse sat and grabbed a cookie, she said, His name was Sam Winchester.
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Date: 2009-10-16 03:24 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing this with us!!
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Date: 2009-10-16 12:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-16 03:30 am (UTC)I was thinking they would sort things out by having him wish his own powers away, but I guess that would be too cheerful. I also expected him to make his parents forget him so they wouldn't be sad, but he obviously didn't as he left a message for them.
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Date: 2009-10-16 12:10 pm (UTC)interesting...
Date: 2009-10-16 03:34 am (UTC)Re: interesting...
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Date: 2009-10-19 01:53 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading! (I like a loving, sweet God myself.)
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Date: 2009-10-20 11:20 pm (UTC)(Me, too! Or at least a benign one)
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