It became something of a nightly routine, and if the nephil knew he was doing then that was just as well, but he supposed it was all involuntary. The little thing had found something, someone, who didn't want something in return for his presence.

And it was a nice reprieve from whatever it was Lucifer was dealing with in the other world, Jack was sure of it, though the archangel refused to tell him what it was.

In their dreams they could meet anywhere, doing anything, and that was fine for now. It have him time to get to know his father without having to worry of hurting someone elses feelings. Like Sam, he liked Sam, he was nice to him. He didn't so much as mind how Dean would feel about it, he didn't like him very much, he was pretty mean. Even after getting him Castiel back, he still was so angry at him, and he didn't even know what he had done.

Jack was happy that Castiel was back, finally there was someone there who was like him, sorta, and the angel was nice. Nicer then some of the other angels he's met.

They had yet to find the long rose gold feather that he kept under his pillow, he like to lay in bed at night, before he fell asleep, running his finger over the ridge of the fluff.

"There is something on your mind."

Lucifer huffs a breath at the usual greeting of the nephilim ramming into his stomach, and he curls his arms and wings around the small angel-child, as they stand there. Jack takes a deep breath, burrowing into his chest, and he sighs. Something is bothering his child and he will do anything and all he has to to find out what it could be that is bothering his boy.

But for the moment he settles with him in his arms, rubbing a hand through his hair, and holding him as close as he can to calm his nerves.

"Did something happen?"

"No father,", the nephilim absentmindedly reaches over his shoulder, fingers twining between the feathers on the nearest wing, "Nothing happened."

Well now, they don't call him the king of lies for nothing, most believe it is because he himself has to lie, which would be false. Lucifer, in all his long life, can honestly say he has never told a lie. In quite the contrary, he is actually a horrid liar, since the day he was created. No, he is called the father of lies because he can see one from a mile away, and to have his own child think that he can get away with it is actually somewhat of a slap to the face, but he lets it go.

Something is clearly bothering him and the last thing he needs is to be scolded for lying.

So he lets it go.

His wing shivers under his touch and the boy smiles slightly, he chuckles, rubbing a few fingers over the back of his neck, "Something funny?"

"No father. I'm just happy so see you!"

Lucifer smiles down at him, "But you saw me last night too."

"I know! But it was a long day!"

"That it was. That is was."

Castiel had noticed something was up with the nephilim almost immediately, of course he would, and not wanting to alarm the Winchesters to the possibility of the boys father trying to reach out to him through his dreams, in what little amount of times he slept, he decided to take it upon himself to watch the boy when he fell asleep.

He waited until he felt Jack drift off and then he entered.

"And you ate how much nougat?"

He knew that voice. It had no business being in the boys dreams. Jack was good.

There was an unmistakeable giggle, "I ate four bars!"

A chuckle, "Next time why don't you start out with one and a half."

He stepped forward, further into the dream scape, his widening in mild surprise at the rolling waves. Golden sands. Warm sun. The archangel has been manipulating the surroundings. He had no place being here. Jack was better without his interference. He was doing just fine under the tutelage of the Winchesters.

Around a set of palm trees, and there they were, Lucifer was laying completely flat, wings spread out in the open, vulnerable. Jack was next to him, propped up on his elbows, a rose gold wing wrapped loosely over his shoulders.

To the average eye it would be a fledgling and their caretaker.

But this was no usual fledgling and that was no caretaker.

Lucifer's eyes were closed, resting lightly in the warm afternoon sun of the beach background they had made in this particular dream, he flinched when a finger poked at his side and cracked open a single eye in warning, "Watch it buster, one of us is supposed to be sleeping right now, and it sure isn't me."

Jack giggled softly at the warning, curling in closer when the wing pulled in, settling against the archangels side, Lucifer curled an arm around his shoulders and scratched lightly at his head.

"You think you will lecture me on whats best for my son?"

Jack looked between the two angels, one his father, the other his father figure, Castiel didn't so much as bat an eye to the rage from the archangel in front of him. Poised, hands behind his back comfortably, completely at ease.

"You are Lucifer. I will not allow you to taint him into your image."

"You have no idea what I want for him."

Castiel looked to the side, ignoring the angered elder, "Jack you have to push him out. Tell him to leave your dreams. He is not good for you."

Lucifer didn't utter anything in response to that, not even looking up to meet the nephilims gaze, despite the younger's attempts. Castiel kept beckoning him on, not caring to ask the boy what he wanted, simply telling him what was best.

But Jack didn't want to tell Lucifer to leave.

He had been nice to him.

Letting him regale all his life stories and adventures, wrapping him in his soft warm wings, Lucifer had been nice to him. Nicer then Dean had been. And he was supposed to be the good guy.

"No."

"What?", Castiel sounded surprised.

"No.", Jack shook his head, stepping forward quickly and latching onto one of the archangels arms, Lucifer looked down in his own surprise, wings flaring in shock, he had been sure the boy would choose the other seeing as they could only be together in his dreams and Castiel was able to be with him when he was awake, "No. I want him to stay. I like him."

Lucifer felt distinctly like, well, like a pet of some sorts.

"I. Want. Him. To. Stay."

Blue eyes narrowed at the boys words, his choice, and Castiel shook his head.

"Absolutely not."

Jack's eyes narrowed, blue turning into threatening gold, Castiel felt his breath hitch in fear. Jack was exponentially more powerful then his father was, and Lucifer was the second created Archangel.

"Get. Out."

A hand curled around his temple, pulling his head back softly petting his bangs back, and golden eyes met red.

"Calm that temper down little one."

Castiel made one last attempt, a more physical one this time, and Jack threw a hand up, startled, when he grabbed him by the arm. Eyes blazing gold once more, despite Lucifer's hand still holding his forehead, Castiel gasped as he was forcibly thrown from the dream.

From the room.

And from the bunker.

Castiel had made it back to the bunker rather easily, knowing the location made anything possible, and shared his findings almost immediately upon arrival. Dean had been furious, yelling and carrying on to Sam that 'he had told him so' and saying that they should just be rid of the kid once and for all.

Sam was a bit on the other hand, thinking that if perhaps they told Jack who Lucifer really was it would deter him from wanting to continue having contact with him, something that was obviously for the best.

So they all headed to the boys room waiting for him to wake up.

Jack opened his eyes slowly, hand under his pillow still curled around the feather he had been given on his very first visit, a present like no other.

He had been surprised at the sight of Sam sitting at his bedside, Dean in the door way, and his eyes narrowed when he spotted Castiel behind the older hunter.

"Jack", Sam began, looking over his shoulder for support, "He's lying to you. Lucifer...Lucifer doesn't care about any one but himself. He hurts people. He's killed a lot of people. He's not a good guy."

"I know."

"You...know?", the hunters full attention was on him, Jack nodded, looking down for a minute as he fiddled with his hands.

"I know. He told me. He promised never to lie and let me ask him about...him."

"Then you know you shouldn't see him. It's not good."

He looked back up, "But he's nice to me."

"He's deceiving you, kid.", Dean's gruff voice broke through the brief silence, "He's manipulating you. It's what Satan does."

Jack shook his head again, "No. He's nice to me. He doesn't treat me like I'm...I'm a can-opener!". Sam and Dean exchanged looks. He had heard that? What else had he heard?

"He hasn't asked me to get him out or try to open a rift or anything! And that's more then you can say! You're only nice to me because you think I know how to get your mom back! Because I'm the only one who can open that dumb rift between the worlds! He's nice to me because he likes me!"

Least to say it didn't go over well, but Sam and Dean had stood their ground, and now Castiel had to stand guard while he slept, keeping him from visiting with Lucifer when he was dreaming. Putting a block in his mind, blocking the connection they had, and for the first time since his first night, Jack slept the entire time all on his own.

It had been close to a week since Lucifer had last seen the boy, not for lack of trying, and he figured that Castiel must have had something to do with it. That uppity seraph was not used to being told no and that being the end of the story.

He was utterly alone now.

Hanging in this cage.

How his grace longed to reach out to the little fledglings, to feel it and cradle it, to hold it close and hum soft nothings to it. He missed the feel of wrapping the warm weight of his boy in his wings. The way the little one would clutch at his feathers as he drifted off to sleep.

He missed his boy.

Determination kicked in and set everything into overdrive.

Michael was taking a break today, so it seemed, and it left him to his own thoughts. To himself, and when Lucifer is left to himself things tend to happen, he closed his eyes and reached out. Reaching for that sire connection. That sire/fledgling connection he had felt when he'd first sparked the life of his son.

Castiel could block a lot of things but the sire bond was something only Father Himself could dampen.

"Jack..."

Without having the protection from his father, the wings that served as a shield from the bad dreams, the feeling of the warm fingers scratching softly at the back of his head, the bad dreams came back.

Jack's mind drifted to the places that it hadn't been able to for the longest time until the Winchesters and Castiel got involved.

And he missed seeing his father. He missed the warm soft wings that would curl around him, missed the soft deep humming, missed the feeling of the fingers threading through his hair and scratching lightly at the back of his scalp.

Without that, and the dreams that haunted him once again, he tried to avoid sleeping. The boy stayed up late into the night reading or watching from Sam's laptop. Without the sleep he needed, the sleep he was getting, he got more volatile.

Someone had made it so he couldn't call out to him in his dreams and by the end of the week he was done playing by their rules. They couldn't tell him what to do. And they were his dreams!

There had to be some way for him to get Lucifer back and so he went in search for it.

He left the bunker after it.

Castiel found his room empty the next morning and immediately went to alert the Winchesters. When there had been no sign of him in the following month, and they were starting to run out of ideas as to where he may be and how they could find him.

It was at that point that Castiel made a suggestion.

"You have some nerve coming here after what you did."

"I would not have come at all if I did not have to. Jack is missing and we cannot find him."

"What do you mean my son is missing?"

"He...Ran away."

To any pedestrian passing by, he appeared to be just another homeless kid taking a nap in the park, under the shade of a tree, huddled down in a too big hoodie trying to protect himself from the slight breeze that blew through the leaves.

He looked like an ordinary boy.

But if one were to look closer, to peer under the arms and hood hiding his face from view, they would see the glow of golden irises. Exhaustion was eating away at him, he hasn't slept since Castiel had taken his visits with father away, the bad dreams keeping him from wanting to.

He was only half angel though, and the human half of him was running out of steam to keep going, he needed sleep. His body was going to force him to sleep whether he liked it or not.

"So all you have to do is wait until he falls asleep?"

"Yes. Now be quiet."

Lucifer closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of the young ones grace, it had been sometime since Jack had last slept and he quirked an eyebrow. He was almost out, and once he was, oh they were going to have words. He wasn't the Winchesters biggest fan but leaving the protection they could offer, at this age, this new to the world, was a dangerous thing.

'Jack...Jackie boy...Jack...'

Castiel was silent behind him, and for that he sent a quick prayer of thanks to Father, the seraph didn't like this as much as the next person, but they could only track Jack so far. Lucifer, for all intents and purposes, was the boys father. Their connection was much stronger then any others. In all essence, Jack was a living breathing piece of Lucifer.

"Father?"

"Jack!"

The nephilim yelped as he was tugged into an embrace, strong arms encircling him, a large hand pressing his head closer to a muscular shoulder. He sighed happily, leaning into the archangels chest, he'd missed this.

"Jack where are you?"

He pulled away to look up at his father and shrunk back under the intensity of his gaze.

"I don't know father. They wouldn't let me see you and I couldn't sleep. So I went to find someone who could help me."

"Jack you don't just run away like that. Do you have any idea how worried we've all been trying to find you?"

"But-"

"No 'buts'. You're going to tell Castiel where you are and he is going to take you back to the safety of the bunker where you will get some sleep."

Jack nodded, leaning back into his fathers shoulder, sighing contentedly. Lucifer pet the back of his head softly.

"Do as you're told and we will see each other again soon."

The nephilim nodded.

Lucifer turned to look over his head, eyes zeroing in on the seraph in the corner, "Never, and I mean never, come between me and my son again Castiel."

Castiel was not sure what to say when Lucifer had told his son to go back to the bunker with him. It was not something he thought the archangel would ever do, ever say, as they weren't exactly on the best of terms.

But low and behold, as soon as Jack was able to wake himself up enough, Castiel was there to return him to the bunker where he belonged.

And then it was straight to bed.

"I'm sorry I worried you father."

Lucifer hummed, deep in his chest, running his fingers through the nephilims soft hair. Jack nudged closer, fingers softly sifting through the smooth feathers that had curled around him. With everything he was dealing without out side of these peaceful retreats into the realm of dreams, having to worry about the safety and well being of his son was not something he could afford to have on his plate right now.

"You should be. Running off like that. Going to give me grays."

Jack looked down, clutching at the feathers suddenly, Lucifer hummed again, "But I'd be lying if I said that everybody hasn't done something dangerous before.", he smiled up at the archangel and yawned, "Thank you father."

"Don't mention it kiddo, it's what I'm here for, now go to sleep."

AAAAANNNNNDDDDD FIN!

WHO DOESNT LIKE lUCI AND JACK BONDING AND FLUFF AND WINGS AND AAAHHHHH! LOL!