Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
I woke up in the morning and changed into a pair of black leggings and a black hoodie. I walked to Jack's bedroom and woke him up. We ate breakfast and we headed to the training room. 
"Ok, first we teach you to work on your powers." I said to him I got out a pencil and moved it in the air. "You try it." 
Jack moved his hand over the pencil on the table and is concentrating hard, trying to move it, but it wasn't working. "I can't. Nothing. I'm useless." He said to me.
"Hey no, you are not. You just need some practice. This is your first try. Alright. Jack, when you did use your powers, what was it like?" I asked him.
"I don't... It was like, breathing, blinking. It just happens." He said.
"Even with Asmodeus, that just happened?" I asked him curiously.
"No, he made me. It was like he was in my head." Jack said to me.
"This is stupid but um, then uh... Imagine him doing that." I suggested.
"No!" Jack said panicked. 
"No? Why not?" I asked again.
"Because I don't want to! It's just... I can't do this! And you keep staring at me, waiting!" Jack said flustered. I look at him and place my hand on the table. 
"You know what, let's take a break." I sighed and rose. I'm putting pressure on him. Yet he isn't even a witch, and for me as a witch, the power is constantly present.
"Really?" He asked me. "But we just started?" He asked again. 
"Look this stuff takes time. I'll get some food. Just. You stay here, try to relax. When I get back, we'll try again." I said to him. I headed to the kitchen calling Sam. 
"Hey, how have you two been?" Sam asked me. 
"We have been ok. I am trying to teach Jack to use his powers." I informed him.
"And how is that going?" Sam asked.
"We are failing miserably so far but don't worry about it." I said to Sam. He and Dean have a habit of worrying over everything since the day died they got a lot more over protective.
"We will be there by night. We just finished the case driving there but is going to be a long ride." Dean said.
"Ok, then we will talk later." I ended the call headed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of Orange Juice. I filled one for Jack too. I headed to the study room and passed him the glass. I placed mine on the table. I started to look through the library for more grimoire books and magic stuff. I walk again through the shelves a book picks my interest I grabbed it has an M that looks a lot like my necklace. I hear a book gets thrown.
"Jack? Jack! Jack!" I shout and see that Jack is not sitting at the table anymore he is sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows. I notice him and walk towards him. "Jack, what're you doing?" I ask him. 
"I moved the pencil." He told me holding the pencil.
"Okay, look. I know this isn't exactly fun-" I started saying when he interrupted me.
"No, it's the opposite of fun." Jack snapped back at me.
"Okay, but why is it so hard? I've seen you throw people across the room. I've been thrown across the room by you. I've seen you open a gate to hell and now nothing? It doesn't make any sense." I said running a hand through my blonde hair.
"It makes sense if I'm evil." He said to me his brows furrowed while looking at me.
"What the hell?" I asked him. 
"Just, go. Please." Jack requested me.
"No, Jack. Why do you think you're evil? Because when I look at you, that's not what I see." I said to him sitting closer to Jack.
"Yeah well, Dean sees it." Jack raised his voice a little." That's why he says... he said he'd kill me." Jack said to me.
"He what?" I growled hearing my brother's name. Dean is out of line in this and I always support him but in this case he is wrong.
"And maybe he should. Mom said I could be good, that I had the choice to be good, and that it was up to me. But she's dead, because of me. I've only been on earth for a few days and I've already hurt people. I've already done bad things, and no matter how hard I try I can't... I can't do the one good, stupid thing you want me to. So I must be evil, like Lucifer." He explained to me what all this was about.
"Jack, listen, Asmodeus tricking you, Dean, none of that is your fault. I think that uh, after everything that's happened you're probably scared to use your power, and me pressuring you certainly isn't helping." I said to him.
"Really?" He asked me again surprised.
"Really. What do you say we call it? Until I figure out a better way. How does that sound?" I asked him.
"It sounds... good." He replied to me.
"Good. Come on." I said to him and we stood up.
"Arvie, why are you being so nice to me? I mean two days we played video games and had fun, now you are canceling the training, etc?" He asked me. 
"Because I know what it feels like, to feel like you don't belong. To feel like there's this darkness inside of you, to be scared of who you are, what you can do, I was in fact I still am. Dean, Cas, and my family helped me through that. So now I want to help you, because you're not evil, Jack." I said smiling at the nephilim. "Being a tribrid. There is not much of me." I said looking down. He walked to me and put his hand on my shoulder. His eyed shined gold. The gold veins spread from him to my wrist. And there appeared an angel wing with his initials. On it. "What the hell just happened?" I asked him weirded out at the tattoo appearing on my arm. Jack's smell changed from his normal smell of grace now he smelled like something else a lot more Divine, even divener than the smell of God. "Why do you smell different to me?" I asked. 
"I don't know what came over me. I was like in a trance," He said. "I am so sorry Arvie." He apologized to me. "Is fine we will solve this but till that time let's solve our problems one by one. But for the moment we keep this a secret till we learn what this actually is." 
*New Orleans; French Quartet; Mikaelson Mansion*
Hope was drawing on her sketchbook sitting on the bay window of her room. She always felt like out there was someone like her. Like her twin sister was still alive somewhere, between the twins there was some kind of connection. Hope had been trying for days to find something and Freya was the only one who knew.
Freya knocked on Hope's bedroom door. "Come on in!" Hope said and Freya entered with a smile. 
"I found something. Maybe she is alive." Freya said. Hope smiled happily and followed the witch.