6| C O N F U S I O N

DONATELLO SITS ON the couch as he tried to regain his breath. Zen grabbed a glass of water and handed it to him, who in return smiled softly up at her.

"You okay?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Ah, pretty much. No soul of course, thanks to Amara," He tried to joke. "It's kinda like losing your appendix. You never really noticed it when you had it," he states before groaning. "But now, when I come to a moral croassroad, I ask myself, "What would Mr. Rogers do?" And as soon as I nail that, I'm usually goo," he rambled.

"Why are you here?" Dean asked after his rambles.

Donatello nodded and looked straight as if he was day dreaming. "Yes. That is the question we all must ask," he muttered absentmindedly.

Zen rolled her eyes and stepped forward. "No, he means why are you in Wyoming?"

"Oh! Uh, well..." he stuttered before clearing his throat. "After God left, I said to myself, 'Donatello, you are so retired'," he laughed to himself. " I mean, who needs a prophet of God when there is no God?" he laughed, looking up at the siblings.

"So... a few days ago, I'm online, checking out condos in Boca, and I am knocked off my feet by this weird wave of power," he stated. The siblings gave each other looks before switching their attention back to Donatello.

He continued. "Not exactly like God's. More like... something new, something fresh. I was drawn to it, "he muttered. He then furrowed his eye brows. "It's here."

Sam looks at Jack worriedly, the latter was moving closer to Zen absentmindedly.

"Wow. Right here. It's..." Donatello looked up at Jack. "...you. Who are you?" he questions.

"I'm... Jack," Jack answers cautiously.

"Jack is a Nephilim," Sam says.

"A child of a human and an angel," Donatello says in awe.

"Archangel, actually. Um..." Sam struggles to say his name.

" Lucifer, his father is Lucifer..." Zen finishes, sending Sam a look.

"Lucifer?" Donatello says amazed.

"And Donatello here is a prophet," Sam says to Jack.

"Which means he has a direct line to God, or Heaven," Dean added.

"Yes, well, not so much anymore. But, uh..." he looks at Jack. " Look at you. The waves of power... so intense."

"Maybe less human than we thought," Dean muttered to Sam and Zen frowns at him.

"Fascinating. You know, I've met your father. Your power's nothing like his. Not dark, not toxic," Donatello added.

"That so?" Sam smirks at Dean.

Dean huffed. "Not yet."

Donatello then shifts his attention to Zen with furrowed brows. " You know It's funny, I can feel the power radiating off of you...like a shield of some sort," he commented.

" I...what?" Zen asked in confusion.

" That's fascinating..." He mutters as he stared at her.

Dean frowned at this. " Do you know anything about this...shield thing?" he asked.

The prophet shook his head. " No, but your sister always had this...energy that surrounds her ever since. I think Jack here has amplified it in some way."

" What 'way' are we talking about?" Sam asked.

" Is it bad? Is it going to hurt her-," Dean started.

Donatello shook his head once more. " No, I think Jack's power is protecting her. Like he was her ' guardian angel'," he joked. But the siblings did not find it funny one bit.

" Excuse us for a minute," Dean stated as he pulled Zen and Sam away from the duo.

" Dean I was planning to tell you about it-," Zen started.

" When Zen!, until some angel comes to you and kills you because you have some sort of...connection with the devil's child?!" he snapped.

" Dean..." Sam tried to calm him down.

" Did you know about this?" Dean interrupted him.

Sam sighs. " Yes..."

Dean scoffs. " Oh great-"

" Can we talk about this when we're back in the bunker?" Zen said irritated.

Dean went to disagree but Sam nudged his brother.

Zen sighed. " Please, I'll tell you guys everything. I promise."

Dean pursed his lips before sighing. " Fine...but you better tell me everything and I mean everything, Zen, " he says.

" I will," she stated before walking over to Jack. The nephilim frowned as he sensed her emotions, a mixture of sadness and irritation.

" Are you okay?" He whispered.

She gave him a small smile before diverting her attention back to Sam.

Sam cleared his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. "If Jack is sending out a signal strong enough to get Donatello all the way out here...The angels are still out there. I mean, who knows what else might be listening? He needs protection."

>•<

THREE HUNTERS, AND a nephilim walks into a tattoo parlour, it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke but it was far from that.

Sam was currently showing the tattooist the design for an anti-possession symbol tattoo while Dean looked around the parlour.

" What is this place?" Jack asked quietly beside her.

" It's a tattoo parlour. Um... a place where people like to permanently place ink on their skin with their desired design," she answered.

He furrowed his eye brows. " Why would people want to do that?"

She paused as she tried to find a good explanation. " Well...so they could remember the best part of their lives or the worst, some people will regret it afterwards but that's just the way it is. Some people tattoo the names of their lovers on any part of their body or just a small object that could represent the things that made them stronger as a person," she finished with a small smile.

" You say that like you've experienced it yourself," he mused.

She let out a small laugh. " That's because I have one...well, other than the anti-possession symbol."

" May I see it?" he asked.

Her eyes widened and blushed. " Ah..It's not in a place that's..." she coughed. " Appropriate..." she muttered.

Jack opened his mouth to say something but the tattooist started to ask him a question.

"And you're cool with this?" he asked Jack, gesturing to the anti-possession symbol.

"Y-Yeah."

"Turn the damn thing on and start buzzin'," Dean snapped in annoyance.

"W-we're brothers. It's kind of like a family crest," Sam lied as he pulled down the hem of his shirt to show the tattoo. The tattooist looked convinced and turned on his machine.

Jack then takes off his shirt, her eyes widening in embarrassment as she turned around, pink hues staining her cheeks. She cleared her throat awkwardly and walked towards her brothers.

"So you heard Donatello. No evil vibes from Jack," Sam whispers to Dean.

Dean scoffs. "Proves nothing, except that you're way too attached to this kid. You need to see this for what it is, okay? I mean, what do you need, a sign?"

He then caught sight of Zen's red cheeks. " Are you okay? You seem red in the face, you sick or something?" he asked.

She stuttered as she tried to conjure a lie but shook her head instead, not trusting her voice at the moment. Sam raised his eye brow at her flustered state, looking between the shirtless boy and his sister and smirked, knowing very well what was going on with her.

Sam decides to save her sister from the embarrassment. "Dean, whatever his powers are or will be... if we train him properly, they could be used for good."

As soon as he says those words, the machine started to malfunction, sparks flew everywhere as the tattooist is violently thrown back against the wall.

" Well there's your sign," Dean muttered to Sam before approaching Jack just as Zen walked over to check on the tattooist.

"Did you do that?" Dean hissed.

"I'm not sure..." Jack muttered.

Sam then walked over to her to help the tattooist up. " I got it Zen..." he says as he slowly helps the guy up.

" You sure?" he nodded and Zen walks over to Jack and Dean.

"Okay, see, sometimes, things hurt, so you just man up and deal with it," Dean scolded.

Jack nodded understandingly. "Yes. I understand. Pain is a part of the complete human experience. Accepting it is a sign of maturity."

Dean pauses for a minute as he let the words sink in, surprised the boy actually said something mature for the first time.

Zen then cleared her throat. "I think your, uh, machine might've fritzed out there. You might wanna get that looked at," she told the tattooist with a small smile.

"Uh..." The man says dazed.

Soon enough the tattooist finishes his work. Jack now had an anti-possession symbol and a warding sigil tattooed on his chest.

"Okeydokey," The man said as he walked away from the hunters and the nephilim.

"Looks good, Jack," Sam complimented.

Jack stares down at his own chest. Both tattoos slowly disappear, it looked like his body was healing itself.

"Well, there's your second sign," Dean mutterer before going over to pay the man.

Zen walks over to Jack with his shirt on her hands. " Here..." she states as she tries to avoid looking on his bare chest.

He mumbles a small thanks before putting it on. " I don't know why it vanished, I'm sorry for wasting-"

" It's okay Jack, really," she gives him a small smile as they followed Sam and Dean back to the motel.

Zen sighs knowing what was about to happen once they arrived in the motel.