A/N: Welcome back my dear readers. I hope you are ready for another journey. This is my first time writing Jack, so I hope I have done him justice. This story is for VegasGranny who gave me the prompt. Thank you Clowns or Midgets for helping when I hit a snag and for your feedback. You are the best. Enough from me, enjoy the read. I do life reviews... NC

Chapter 1

The mood was cool, if not down right icy, as the Impala sped back to the bunker minus one angel and their mother. Cas had been killed by Lucifer and their Mom had been pulled into another world of destruction and chaos by him. And amidst all of this a baby was born that grew so fast, he was now a teenager. With his birth came the death of his mother and the horrid rift that took two important people away from the brothers. It was closed now, but for how long they didn't know. The brothers gave Cas a hunter's funeral before packing up to leave wanting to get back to a place that gave them some sense of comfort, but would be more of a reminder of what they had lost.

Sam looked to the back seat where the nephilim sat, staring around in wonder and awe. He couldn't believe he was only a few days old and wondered if he would continue to grow this fast or if it had slowed now and he would age at a natural rate. It just struck him, what if he never aged? He looked to his brother who wore a mask of disgust and anger for what had been taken from them and couldn't blame him for his hatred. He hoped to get him to understand this wasn't Jack's fault, not really, he couldn't control what happened before he was born or after. Sam was sure the powers within him were mind blowing if he could learn to control them. Right now he was mentally a child in a teenager's body and learning how to cope with reality.

Being the sensible and logical one at this moment, Sam had gathered up the packages of diapers that would not be of any use to them and bullied Dean into stopping to return them. Dean objected fiercely, but finally gave in to his request after the pathetic puppy dog eyes. Sam used the money to get Jack some briefs, socks and a pair of shoes at the store and went down to a thrift store to find a pair of jeans, sweats, couple to tee shirts, button up and a jacket that fit him. Jack had been wearing some of Sam's clothes and looked like someone from an old movie whose body had been shrunk and their clothes didn't fit anymore. Sam knew this would do for the moment until they got back and he could take him shopping for additional clothes.

Dean gripped the steering wheel of his Baby tightly as his anger simmered within him. He could still see the blade go through Castiel, killing him as Lucifer stepped behind him and pushed him to the ground. He was horrified and shocked by what he saw and then when their Mom came out to face Lucifer down...She was amazing and so strong, but just when he thought she was going to beat him he pulled her through the rift and it closed behind them, trapping her in that world with Lucifer.

His heart almost stopped beating as he watched the light disappear with a small poof and they were left standing alone by the lake with Cas dead at their feet. His rage was so overwhelming that he had to take it out on the only thing there and that was the nephilim, Jack, which started this whole mixed up mess. He never should have been born. He definitely never should have been allowed to live, but he might be their only hope of getting their Mom back from that world.

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Dean pulled the Impala into the garage of the bunker and parked her. He got out without a backwards glance toward his brother or Jack and stomped toward the main living area of the place.

"You live here?" Jack asked in wonderment as he looked around at the other vehicles parked there.

"Yeah, c'mon let's find you a bedroom and get you settled in," Sam told him. He waited for Jack to get out and follow him through the maze to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He decided it would be best to put Jack in a bedroom near him and away from Dean right now. They moved down the hall until Sam stopped and opened a door to a bedroom below his own. "You can stay in here Jack. The bathroom is just down the hall and I am right below you if you were to need me."

"This is all mine?" he asked stepping into the room and looking around at the bed, nightstand, dresser, desk and chair and book case.

"Yeah, I know it's a little bare, but we can get you some things when we go into town."

"Sam, can I ask you something?" Jack inquired.

"Sure Jack anything."

"Was it my fault that Castiel died and your mother disappeared?" he asked innocently.

Sam swallowed hard and looked down at the floor for a moment before answering him.

"No Jack, it wasn't your fault."

"Dean seems to think it is. Is he wrong?"

"Dean is upset and is not thinking straight right now. Why don't you try and rest and I'll fix us something to eat. You must be hungry."

"A little, but I'm not sure what that feels like. I don't know what food tastes like or what I like. I have my mother's memories of things like that but have never experienced them for myself."

"Right, I'll come and get you went it's ready," Sam said not sure how to deal with that. He needed time to think and time to mourn and time to deal with his brother. Things were going to fast for him right now and he needed to slow them down. He partly closed the door and left Jack alone as he headed down the hall to find his brother and see what they had to eat.

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Dean was sitting at the table in the library nursing his third double shot of Jack Daniels and didn't acknowledge his brother as he strolled into the room.

"I've got Jack settled in a room below mine," he offered only getting an annoying glare from his brother. He saw Dean was not pulling any punches about his hatred for Jack. "Do you want something to eat?"

"No," he growled in a deep, surly voice.

"Well, if you do I'll be in the kitchen, just let me know," Sam replied knowing now was not the time to try and talk to him. He needed to let Dean work out some of his frustration before trying to talk to him about Jack. He looked in the fridge to see what he could throw together for Jack. He found some deli meat and pulled it out, smelling it first to decide if it was still good before gathering the things to make sandwiches.

After making up some sandwiches, Sam put a couple on a plate with a cookie and stepped into the library to place the plate on the table and pushed it toward Dean without saying a word knowing they were not needed. He went back and took a tray placing two plates and two glasses of milk on the tray to take to Jack. He thought he would keep Jack company while he ate, thinking it would be better to do it in his room. He didn't think Dean wanted to see Jack just yet and wanted to give him a little time.

Sam carried the tray down the hall and balanced it in one hand so he could tap on the door.

"Hey, I brought some food thought we could eat in here," Sam said setting the tray on the desk and handing him a plate and sitting a glass of milk on the nightstand by him. He sat at the desk and watched Jack out of the corner of his eye.

"Thank you Sam," Jack said picking up the cookie first.

"That's for dessert Jack, eat your sandwich first and then you can have your cookie," Sam told him.

"If you say so," Jack responded putting the cookie down. He looked at the sandwich for a moment before picking up half of it and looking at it. He sniffed it and opened it up to look at its contents before finally taking a bite of it and chewing slowly savoring the taste with a curious expression. "This is interesting and has so many different flavors," he commented.

Sam couldn't help but smile at his assessment as he took a bite of his sandwich and tasted it himself.

"I didn't know what you might like on it so that can be changed to your liking."

"Is this how you and Dean take your sandwiches?"

"Yeah, most of the time, it depends on what type it is."

"There are other kinds? Wow, I have a lot to learn about," Jack said. He took the glass of milk and sipped some of the white, cold liquid, trying to decide about it. "Where does this come from Sam?" he asked not understanding the concept of it. With his mother's memories, he knew basic and general things, but some of the details didn't make sense or he couldn't comprehend.

"Cows mostly," Sam answered cautiously not sure where this was heading.

"Cows..." Jack said looking at the milk for a moment. "So how do you get the milk out of a cow?"

Sam looked at him for a moment as his mind spun trying to come up with an answer that didn't sound perverted if he described it. "You know what, why don't I let you use my laptop. I can show you how to use the internet and you can check things out. You can find about anything you want on it."

"That would be good. I think I would like that," Jack agreed. "Thank you."

"No problem," Sam said thinking he had avoided an awkward conversation and wondered what else was going to pop up. He had to remember that Jack was an infant no matter what he looked like.

They finished eating their sandwiches and Jack was shocked with the sweetness of the cookie and watched Sam as he dipped his in his milk before taking a bite. He followed suit and tried it smiling brightly at the taste. He quickly did it again stuffing his hand deep into his glass to get to the milk.

"I'll bring you some books and my laptop in a bit. You can learn more about this world and the things in it. And if you have any questions, you can ask me about it. How's that?" Sam suggested.

"I would like that very much," Jack decided nodding happily. His thoughts were racing with the excitement at filling his mind with knowledge that he didn't have.

Sam came back with books and his laptop. He showed Jack how to surf the web and find anything he wanted. Jack was bouncing with the thrill of exploring this world.

"Don't stay up too late, you need your sleep," Sam told him as Jack settled on his bed, his eyes shining bright in anticipation as he looked at the screen in his lap.

"Okay," Jack said not taking his eyes from the screen to answer him.

Sam looked back at him as he pulled the door partly closed and couldn't help but smile. He was a babe to mold and he knew in his heart he could be good. He just knew even if he was Lucifer's son that didn't mean he would turn bad. Now he needed to convince Dean of that.

The library was empty of his brother and so was the kitchen. Sam walked back down the hall and listened at the bathroom but was met with silence. He went to his brother's bedroom door and knocked softly and called out his name but didn't get a response. Sam started to open the door and was surprised when it didn't budge. It had been locked. In all their time at the bunker, neither brother had locked their bedroom doors before and this bothered him. He knocked louder and called his brother's name again, but still did not get a response. Sam leaned his head against the door and sighed heavily. He knew he could pick the lock but that would only make matters worse between them. Deciding their talk could wait until the next day, he moved on down the hall and around the corner to his own bedroom. His heart was heavy with the burden he was having to bear, but knew there had been no other options for him. He couldn't let Jack be killed and he couldn't leave him at the cabin alone in the world.

Sam went to his duffle and pulled out the things he had brought back with him that had been Kelly Kline's. He pulled out a thin accordion folder and her laptop. He made himself comfort on the bed and opened the folder first to see what was inside. He found her driver's license and some credit cards, a couple of bank statements, several keys and near the back found a hand written will. Anything she owned was left to her son Jack and she appointed Cas as his guardian and care giver. Sam's sadness deepened even more after reading it and slipped it back into the folder.

He opened her laptop and turned it on, hoping she hadn't password protected it. He was happy when the desktop came up and scanned over the icons. He saw a folder labeled Jack and clicked on it. It contained one document and some video files. Sam clicked on the document and saw she had written Jack a letter telling him a little about herself and that she was going to make some videos so that he would have something of her. Sam didn't want to intrude, but he opened the last video and let it play. It was from the day Jack was born. He stopped it and got up to go see Jack.

After tapping on the door, Sam pushed it open to hear heaving breathing, moaning and soft cries coming from the laptop and prayed that Jack had not found Dean's porn websites. He stepped closer and spoke since Jacks eyes were glued to the screen.

"Jack." Sam said. He glanced at the screen and saw the birthing of a child and quickly looked away.

"Sam, if I was born like this why did my mother die?" Jack questioned his voice curious and child like.

Sam faltered for a moment not having a good answer and decided to be truthful.

"I don't know Jack," he said closing the laptop and picking it up. "I took this when we left the cabin. It was your mother's and she left something on it for you." Sam placed Kelly's laptop in Jack's lap and opened it up, letting it come on. He clicked on the folder and opened it. "All you have to do is click on the file name and hit play for the videos."

"Thank you Sam," Jack said gratitude in his voice.

Sam turned to leave as he clicked on the first one and heard his mother's voice coming from the laptop. He knew Jack needed this more than anything and gave him some privacy. He knew Jack had questions about his birth and about himself but Sam didn't have any answers for him. Sam hoped Kelly's videos would maybe answer some of his questions and give him some closure for his Mom's death. He wished there had been some way to have saved her, but there wasn't and she gave her life so her son could be born. That alone instilled in Sam the need to protect and care for Jack. He had no one else and Sam didn't want someone that would take advantage of Jack to get their hands on him. This was not the way Sam ever pictured himself becoming a dad, but he would take it.