Title: we wait for our reflection in the mirror of water to speak what we have always known

Fandom: Supernatural/The Losers movieverse

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Grace Bauer

Warnings: AU for both; spoilers for The Losers

Pairings: pre-Jensen/Cougar; Castiel/Jensen

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 360

Point of view: third

Prompt: protect

Jensen wasn't supposed to care about them. He was bored, so he signed up for the army. He was good with computers, so they 'trained' him as a tech. A black-ops guy, normal, almost always the youngest of the team… human. Young. Damn, but he's good.

He never cared about the teams until Colonel Clay. Roque, Pooch. Cougar. Goddamned Cougar.

He knew the moment they met. When he first heard Cougar's heartbeat, scented him. There in the sunlight, Jensen found his clan: all 'shifter blood, all young, all his. Cougar most of all.

They thought he was the weakest, the youngest, the one to protect. The little brother, the kid. He had to be careful when he looked out for them. The army didn't appreciate being lied to, so if he got found out…

Well, they wouldn't be able to hold him, but it'd take a whole lot of dead men before they learned it. He's pretty sure none of the clan would like that.

Then Bolivia, and Max, and Roque betraying his pack, Jensen's clan, for a plane-full of cash.

Jensen has silently protected them for five years. A drop in the ocean. Not even a blink. He's proven himself as a man. He loves them. He needs them. His brothers. The only mate he's ever wanted to claim. But they don't know him. Aisha is stirring things up, a young and arrogant and powerful 'wolf. She'll make trouble, if he comes clean.

But he has to come clean. Max is strong and he has allies, and Castiel is close. Jensen can feel him.

Jensen misses him.

So he checks in on each member of the clan and goes outside to make a phone call.

He loves them. He hopes he'll get to keep them, when all is revealed.

He looks up into the sunset, staring at the fading light, soaking in the warmth as his sire's voice fills up the holes inside him.

If the clan rejects you, Castiel whispers across the continent, come home to me, childe. You were first. I'll always have a place for you.

Jensen relaxes with a sigh and tells him about Max.