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    AND IT WASN’T DEAN’S INTENT TO SCARE THE BOY-! He’s lived the reality of being flung from childhood into a life of adulthood; the premature death of innocence and clarity. He would be no better than his father if he were to rob a child of their blessings; of their purity and their IGNORANCE. So hands fold, still, between bent knees; heavy fabrics breathe as he does; the rise and fall of layered chest. Head nods as information is taken in; a gentle sway; an open ear. He understands this, the voices; remembers the attempts for communication from Castiel before his arrival; understands and FEELS the confusion- there was nothing crystal about Angels, save for their view of their perfect world, of their perfect GOD. And this boy- oh, THIS BOY WOULD NOT FALL TO THAT. Could not fall to that.

    WIND BRUSHES THROUGH THE TREES AMIDST THE LULL OF CONVERSATION; a rustle of leaves along the grass; the vision of death under the premise of rebirth. Dean shifts his weight then; a balance on his right leg, and then his left, before he settles. “The voices, are they always loud?” And he knows this answer; knows the deafening cry of The Holy Word. “What makes you think they’re upset? What do they sound like?” Here, Dean NEEDS TO KNOW. Needs the confirmation of that same static; of the shrill call of the Angels- voices powerful enough to SHAKE THE EARTH. “Have they ever tried to talk to you before?”

   THE MAN WAS ASKING A LOT OF QUESTIONS about something Nathan wasn’t entirely sure he could explain. Staying quiet was Nathan’s normal choice of action when dealing with something he didn’t understand; both in school and at home. When his father was angry, Nathan stayed quiet. When his teacher asked about the differences between denominators and numerators, Nathan didn’t raise his hand. When police asked why he had run from them, Nathan stared at his sneakers. Silence was so much safer than speaking because words could get people in trouble. But... this was different. Someone was dead.

   Nathan squeezed his hands tight and kept his gaze lowered as he shrugged. “SOMETIMES. I try not to listen. It’s like... when the radio doesn’t connect so you turn up the volume and everything is just static. Then when it connects the music just––” Nathan’s hands pulled away from his shirt to mime an explosion, then gently covered his ears. “It’s so loud. It hurts. If I don’t listen it’s just background music, it’s quiet. But if I try...” the boy’s gaze unfocused as he listened, his hands still cradling his ears. “... they’ve lost a lot of brothers and sisters lately. So they’re sad. And they don’t want a... a win... winchester meddling? And they––” he flinched, his eyes squeezing shut and hands clamping tight over his ears. “Ow ow ow ow... they don’t like when I listen. They call me names.” Nathan held still for a moment until the pain faded then opened his eyes cautiously slow. “They don’t want the winchester talking to the nephilim.” 

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Damon was dealing with the others, which was good, considering she wasn’t really into the whole ‘torture first, ask questions later’ thing that was required when dealing with this particular brand of hunters. And plus, she’d heard the small heartbeat the second that they stepped foot onto their land. Caroline nearly tore the door off of its hinges as she stepped up into the camper, glancing around for a second before her eyes fell upon the small body into the almost smaller dog crate. Almost instantly, memories of a similar situation flooded her and she swallowed, nearly bolting for the boy.

“Hey,” She kept her voice soft, glancing at the cage and wondering what the odds were that it was vervained. But even if it was, she wasn’t just going to leave him there. “You’re okay now. You’re safe, I promise. I just need you to stay back for a second, alright?” She gave him a shaky smile and a calming nod before wrapping her fingers around one of the metal bars of the crate, yanking hard until it tore off the hinges and clattered to the ground next to her. “My name’s Caroline.”

   He crawled to the back of the cage at her approach. It wasn’t much of a distance and it didn’t make Nathan feel any safer, but it was instinctual to move as far away from perceived danger as possible. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and Nathan wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt. Crying was a sign of weakness, and bad people always took advantage of weakness.

   But then the bars of his cage were torn away with the ease of ripping paper. Nathan didn’t question it, not even after spending hours trying to kick his way free. Terror had him hanging back a moment longer but the overwhelming urge to leave the cage eventually had the boy crawling forward, arms outstretched to hug around her neck so she could pull him the rest of the way free. And then Nathan was out, clinging to the woman, to Caroline, and sobbing, sucking in gasping breaths as he tried to breathe through his tears.

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   IT WAS CERTAINLY UNUSUAL FOR DEAN TO WALK UPON A SCENE SUCH AS THIS. A boy beside what remained of an Angel’s vessel; a child in awe, in shock- a small boy who did not know better than to hide what he was. He was what some could call a miracle, what others would claim to be an abomination, what both sides would label DANGEROUS. It wasn’t that Dean didn’t believe him, so much that he didn’t know what to do. Leave a Nephilim to their own devices and… what? Monitor them until their powers WREAK HAVOC? Keep distance and hope they remain docile; keep an eye out, hands in pockets until somebody else finally takes them out? This boy was very well one of the last of his kind, and it looked as though he knew NOTHING OF IT.

   DEAN COULDN’T DO IT- WOULDN’T BE THE MONSTER HE WAS MADE TO BE. Not now. It would haunt him, seeing something so innocent and slaughtering it. He would see Nathan’s face in his mind; would remember wide eyes and small hands and remember that he was still a child. “Hey, it’s okay.” Blade was returned to the back of belted jeans, voice a light hush over the panic. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He was just a BOY! He was a kid, he was innocent, so human in the moment- “You said you heard her?” The man took a knee, the space between them enough to give Nathan room to move, should his nerves prompt him. “Were you close? Did you see anybody?” Did you see me?

   BLUE EYES FOLLOWED THE PATH OF THE KNIFE UNTIL IT WAS STOWED AWAY. He couldn’t forget about it though. It wasn’t like the kind of knives that stood in blocks on kitchen counters and seemed much more dangerous than the knives villains used in cartoons. Nathan’s friend Quinn had a pocket knife but even that paled in comparison. “Umm,” his fingers twisted into his shirt, curling so tight the skin went white before he relaxed his grip then repeated the motion. Again and again. He flinched almost unconsciously when the strange man knelt down in front of him, skittering back a few steps. But as they continued talking in a gentling tone, Nathan pressed closer, desperate for any source of comfort.

   “No... no I was at school. Math class. We’re learning fractions. Plusing and Minusing denominators that are different.” And Nathan was struggling but that was nothing new. He was hardly the greatest student. He clutched the fabric of his shirt tighter, distorting the D.A.R.E logo printed across the front. It was almost painfully obvious Nathan had come straight from school to here, a backpack still pulled across his shoulders. “She screamed really loud. And then everyone started yelling. But... it was all in my head. Nobody in class heard it. Nobody else ever does.” He stared down at his hands, tense as though he were expecting to be reprimanded. “The voices don’t speak english. And I can’t understand everything, but they’re upset.”

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magictaint:

          “okay,  baby,  okay.  hey.”  he  gently  pries  nathan  away,  only  so  he  can  kneel  in  front  of  him.  fingers  move  to  card  through  his  boy’s  hair,  brushing  it  from  his  face.  guilt  has  twined  with  the  self  hatred  and  he  feels  like  he’s  going  to  suffocate.  he  has  to  fix  this,  make  nathan  happy.  nathan  deserves  all  the  happiness  after  the  shit  he’s  been  through.  and  look  what  a  shitty  job  taro  is  doing  at  giving  him  that.  “i  missed  you,  too.  so  much.  so  we’ll  stay  in.  i’m  all  yours,  okay?”  a  pause.  “how  about  this.  i  can  just…  magic  them  up,  okay?  and  we  can  do  whatever  you  want.  watch  tv,  play…  anything.  sound  good?”

   he tries to hold on tighter but taro easily pulls from his grip. nathan manages to snag the front of taro’s shirt with both hands in a panicked grab that has the blanket slipping off his shoulders and pooling at his feet before the shirt slips from his fingers as well. don’t leave me don’t leave me don’t–– he stares down at his hands, empty, twitching, half closed around nothing and nathan darts a hesitant gaze from his hands to the knees in front of him to taro. “promise?” blue eyes scan the room as though searching for something that might tear taro away from him again. “we... we can watch a movie? or some cartoons.”

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magictaint:

          eleven  days.  okay,  so  it  could  have  been  worse.  that  fact  does  not  stop  the  desperate  self  hatred  tearing  apart  his  insides.  this  boy  deserves  so  much  better,  the  literal  angel.  taro  tenses  for  all  of  five  seconds  but  is  quick  to  meld  into  his  boy’s  embrace.  he  doesn’t  know  what  he  would  do  without  the  kid.  couldn’t  get  rid  of  him  if  he  wanted  to.  his  arms  move  to  curl  around  nathan  and  he  heaves  a  weary  sigh.  “i’m  so  sorry.  want  me  to  get  them?  or  do  you  want  to  go  out?”

   he quickly shakes his head, still hiding in the fabric of taro’s shirt. it smells like him, like home, even though taro has been gone for so long. “don’t want to go out.” knows he’s mumbling like a child, that he should be a big kid and be stronger than this, but nathan just wants to curl up on the couch and never let go of taro ever again. “don’t leave. i don’t need them right now.” his grip tightens as though afraid taro might vanish in his arms. “i missed you.”

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magictaint:

          “h  –  how  long  was  i  gone?”  eyes  fix  on  young  boy’s  feet,  filled  with  shame.  it’s  not  the  question  he  wants  to  ask  but  he’s  terrified  of  what  the answer  to  the  other  may  be.  so  he  bites  his  tongue  on  it,  hopes  his  boy  isn’t  too  angry  with  him  for  disappearing  again.

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   the boy blinked at him. a blanket was wrapped around his shoulders as though he were cold, bare feet on the floor and shadows under his eyes betraying that he hadn’t slept well in a while. “eleven days.” nathan took a step forward, hesitated then continued until his forehead bumped taro’s chest. an arm freed itself from the blanket to wrap around taro’s waist and hug as tightly as he could. “we’re outta cheerios.” and basically everything else, but the lack of cheerios were a crime on their own.

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you’re a MONSTER. act like one.

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@steelnutsack gets a starter <3

   Nathan didn’t know how to use a gun. Sure, it was easy, point and shoot, but he didn’t know how to check if it still had ammo. He didn’t know how to clean it, how to take it apart and put it back together again. He didn’t even know how to put the safety on. What he did know was point and shoot, and that was the most important part.

   The man before him was tall with dark hair and a weird wired baseball bat that had the child flinching back in terror, blue eyes blinking owlishly up at him. The gun in his pale dirtied hands seemed inherently wrong as the boy tried to keep it level.

   “Go away!” A step back. “You can’t have my food! Go away!”

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@childbe gets a starter <3

   Elementary kids weren’t supposed to hang out with middle school kids. The middle school kids were cool, older. They didn’t want to be caught dead with kids who weren’t even in sixth grade yet. But Nathan was in fifth grade. He was ten now. Double digits. He would be in middle school next year. Besides, the middle school had a better soccer field.

   Which was how he found himself with his soccer ball in hand approaching an older boy. They were holding something in their hands and Nathan leaned sideways to peek around their back.

   “... is that a moth?”

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@seesgood gets a starter <3

   Nathan was in a cage no bigger than a dog crate. It was small, but Nathan was small too. Still, after hours spent cooped up it was growing agonizing. The men outside had called themselves hunters; mentioning something about a big payday that had Nathan cowering away from them in terror. They sprayed him with water, cut him with a weird knife, and stuck him in the sun. They talked about wooden spikes and silver bullets. They sprinkled something called wolfsbane on his face until Nathan sneezed. This seemed to infuriate them and both men had stalked outside to argue. That had been HOURS ago.

   The yelling outside suddenly increased tempo and Nathan flinched when a gun went off, then another. Something hit the side of the camper and a startled scream burst from the child as the cage rocked sideways. Another gunshot. Two. A weird crunch and thump. Then silence. The camper door creaked open and Nathan stared in silent terror as a woman with pretty blonde hair poked her head in. Nathan blinked at her uncomprehendingly as his mind tried to make sense of his situation, then started crying.

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@rxbcurn gets a starter <3

   The woman was DEAD. Normally when ten year olds found a dead body, they sprinted away screaming, but Nathan couldn’t remember how to move his feet. Her eyes were closed with dark strands blown across her face from the light wind. A silver colored knife stuck out of her chest. She wasn’t bloody, but that wasn’t what Nathan was staring at. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the shape of huge wings BURNT into the ground beneath her.

   Gravel crunching behind him had the boy blinking and distractedly looking over his shoulder, only to freeze in terror at the sight of a man right behind him. Nathan spun around. “I–– I didn’t do this! I heard her–– I HEARD HER SCREAM. I just found her.” He couldn’t exactly tell the man he heard her scream in his head from miles away in his math class. Blue eyes lowered to the knife in the man’s hands then snapped back to the knife in the woman’s chest. They were IDENTICAL. Nathan backed away. “I swear, I swear I didn’t. I didn’t do it. I didn’t. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Don’t––– don’t hurt me.”

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@wolfscldier gets a starter <3

  Nathan didn’t like the woods. It wasn’t because he was afraid of the dark. He wasn’t! ( Liar ). Ten year olds weren’t afraid of the dark and certainly didn’t chicken out on triple-dog-dares. If he did chicken out? Nathan wouldn’t be allowed to play with his friends anymore. Nathan was starting to think that wouldn’t be a bad thing. The woods were dangerous. Bodies were found all the time; burned, bitten, throats slashed, heads bashed in, there was even a girl who had been found in two pieces–– A twig snapped nearby.

  Nathan bolted. Flashlight and quest forgotten, the child sprinted back toward his friends, leaping over fallen trees and smacking twigs out of his face. Only, he hadn’t sprinted the exact same way he had come because suddenly an unseen root caught his foot and Nathan crashed, hard, knees first then chest, hands, and finally head. “… oww.” The boy rolled over and sat up, tugging at his pant legs until bloodied knees were exposed.

  Movement to his left caught Nathan’s attention and his head whipped around to stare at a man suddenly towering over him. Nathan flinched back. “I–– what… who’re you?”

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@chocolochino gets a starter <3

   BANG! Like a crack of lightning, something hit the earth and blew Nathan back across the field flipping head over heels. When he rolled to a stop the boy blinked away the dizziness and stared in confusion at the crater in the middle of his soccer field. What the heck was that? An alien invasion? A real life meteor? Hands braced in the muddy earth, soccer ball forgotten as Nathan pushed himself to his feet and ran over. He stumbled to a stop at the edge and wide blue eyes stared down at the man lying in a puddle of mud.

   “I know you! I have your action figure!” A pause. “But your wings aren’t bent like that.”

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@selfexiling gets a starter <3

   Nathan tilted his head back as wide blue eyes fixed on the woman’s face. Mouth gaped open. Expression awed. The child blinked and seemed to recompose himself. “Are your tattoos real?” A curious tilt to the boy’s head. “I have sticker ones for soccer games. Yours make you look like a warrior. Like you could do anything.”

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“You’re Spider-Boy?”

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I am not okay after iw and I am bringing back nathan’s superhero verse from his old blog thx bye

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joe mcalister in every episode: 1.02  /  the fire.