#halfgraced

[rxghteous]

@halfgraced​ said:

“I believe in you.”

He can’t help but feel like Jack is putting his faith in the wrong person. It’s one of those moments when Dean feels as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders and he’s just not good enough, or strong enough, or smart enough to do it.

But damn it, he doesn’t want to let the kid down.

“Hey, thanks, Jack.” Striking a casual tone, as if he hadn’t just been having a mini existential crisis over it. “For what it’s worth, I believe in you too.”

[highschccldropout]

@halfgraced​ said  "I know we're gonna have dessert when everyone comes over later, but..." Jack takes a tray out of the fridge and puts it on the table in front of Dean. In the center is a rather homemade-looking pie, and the boy smiles sheepishly. "Sam and Ellie helped, but...happy birthday, Dad."

Dean looks at Jack, his eyes widening as he shows him the pie he made. He blinks against the wetness burning in his eyes. “Jack, this is...” He looks back up at the boy, and then pulls him into his arms. “Thank you, kid. I love it.”

[ruinatenebra]

halfgraced ; ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴋʟɪɴᴇ & ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ.

“I wish things were different for you, jack.“ a small quiet moment before she goes and meet with her brother. it’s gonna be very soon she feels. but she talks to jack now. a moment of compassion perhaps, for the young nephilim with the burden of the world in his shoulders. “I’m all about chaos and destruction and darkness, trust me. . .but even to me, what you are going to do, lock my brother away, what it will do to you, it’s too much.“ not worth it. such a young life, wasted on a suicide mission. quiet pause. before she mentions how she learned that. “dean’s mind is very troubled on that front.“

[deusgladio-archive]

halfgraced ; ןคςк кɭเภє & ค๔ค๓/๓เςђคєɭ.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄, 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋. they don’t fight, but they both were now at the opportunity to meet jack. the first time the archangel had been on the bunker, bound and forced to confront the reality of the world, he had not seen the young nephilim. lucifer’s son. his nephew. for adam, it was similar. the winchesters were part of jack’s added and most important family and they were both, if anything curious. but in the end, it was Michael who took the control, blazing blue eyes shine as the angel takes the rains of the body and looks at jack.      His grace is bright and powerful. The archangel can feel it all, half angel, half human, Jack was unique, archangels were rare among angels and none of his siblings ever sired a child. But of course, if one had to, it would be Lucifer. “I heard. . .your meeting with the other Michael wasn’t very warm.” He speaks, having heard from Castiel of the Apocalypse World. Green eyes look back for a moment, stoic but visible emotion in his eyes, the archangel lowers his head in a nod. “I’m sorry our first encounter wasn’t exactly our own.”

[maternephilim-archive]

halfgraced ; נα¢к кℓιηє & кєℓℓу кℓιηє.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄. death had taken her and she had been to heaven. she remembers so little of her time there. vague memories of a garden, all bright and colorful that returning to the bleak reality of the world caused her to shake her head and almost cry about the situation at hand. her boy, her young boy had such power in his hands and she can imagine what he is feeling. the devil was many things, but at least, he gave her this. a child. a son capable of changing the world.          Kelly wakes in one of the rooms from the bunker. she figures she had been brought here after she had collapsed, having found them, at last. Brought back from the dead. By God, by Lucifer? The look on Jack’s face said it haven’t been him, and she incorporates herself at the bed, feeling his presence beside her. “Did you stayed all night, Jack?” she asks, throat sore from lack of water and she is thankful to see a glass by the nightstand, green eyes staring back at Jack with a gentle, tired smile. 

“I remember Castiel never slept. Maybe you don’t either.” He is a young man now, despite his true age being only what? a year? she had lost track of the time. There is a lot about him she doesn’t know. But she has the opportunity now.

[daevilrage-archive]

halfgraced ; ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴋʟɪɴᴇ & ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎. rage, now that had been his motivation for eons of lock down in the cage. revenge, a search for questions and Armageddon to just start all over. answers never came and hell no longer felt foreign. he had embraced it. but right now; with the young man who is grace of his grace, Lucifer is confused. a child. a nephilim, one he created not because he wanted one but because he could, because of the power. is he not just like God then, creating because he can? The Archangel stands at a distance, knowing that Jack would feel him. Sense him.            “I believe we are due to a talk, kid.” he still wears Nick; no longer going thin, after decades of being locked up in hell, the body had gotten used to Lucifer’s grace. but it’s not Sam, and his grace knows it well, shoulders shake as he is adjusting his grace, his wings before eyes turn to Jack. “No weapons, no Winchesters, no demons, just us. Blood to blood.”

[tohavelost]

@halfgraced​ ​ liked for a starter from john 

     ❝ i don’t think i’m someone that anyone should look up to. ❞

[psychicwondr]

     @halfgraced​       asked     :        ❛        i     know     i      should      be     doing     fine      by     now.        ❜

      countenance      is        solemn      ,       a         soft      sigh      escaping       his       figure        &        hazel        hues       finding       the       boy’s         gaze.      ❛          y’know      ,       IT’S        OKAY        if      you       aren’t          ,         jack.        you       just       need      time       [    .    .     .   ]     to     heal.        ❜

[voxlegatum]

halfgraced ; נα¢к кℓιηє & нєηяу ωιη¢нєѕтєя.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒. he is understanding, and they have all been patient with henry, a man out of time from the 50′s, with another mentality, with a history of his own, he is glad that they gave him a chance to grow. still, there are a few things that unsettle him. How the young man before him is actually three, or how he is the son of lucifer, a Nephilim, something he had only read about in the Archives of the men of letters. 

“Hey.” And he brings some hot chocolate to the young man. John used to take it, and he figures, what kid doesn’t like this type of thing? so Henry brings the chocolate, and a coffee for himself as he takes a seat. “You are up early. Or well. . .you didn’t slept at all.” After all, angels don’t sleep, do half-angels do? There is so much to learn. “Something on your mind?”

[waywardfeathered]

@halfgraced​​ said: “don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

a meme i don’t have the energy to hunt for / ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ You shouldn’t have come.  ❞

               Jack is the last person Castiel wants to see when he’s unsure whether it’s safe or not. He thinks they’ve gone ---- he can’t sense anybody closeby, but he’s also so out of it he doesn’t exactly trust his senses at the moment. And he’s fully aware you shouldn’t have come implies you should have abandoned me, and that Jack won’t stand for that, but... but it’s not how life is supposed to go. Cas should be protecting Jack, not the other way around.

               Jack is his son. Once again, Castiel feels as if he’s failed him.

               Nevertheless, he reaches towards Jack, taking his hand, trying to drag himself back on his feet.

               ❝ You shouldn’t have come, Jack, ❞    he repeats, but his usual determination is not there to be heard. Just tones that are weak, resigned.    ❝ They... might still be nearby. ❞

[ethreali]

@halfgraced​ asked: ❝ Do we even have free will ?? ❞  //  deep questions.

            “  i mean, i suppose you fall into a grey area in that matter. humans have it, angels don’t. you are something else –– and not in a good way, kid.  ”

[highschccldropout]

"Cas said you've been talking about this game." Dean says, as Jack opens his present. Dean might still not be sure about what exactly a nintendo switch or an animal crossing is, but he thinks it's going to make Jack happy, and that's all he cares about. "I, uh...looked it up online, and a lot of people...it seems to make them happy. And I thought...I dunno, we could play it together." He looks down, rubbing his neck. "Happy birthday, kid." // ( @halfgraced​​ gets birthday day fluff!)

[altarsburning]

@halfgraced — from mary.

the air was cool, fragrant — something like pine. night had settled above the mountains, stars sparkling like diamonds inset in the blue and black of the sky. a transistor radio sat on a small, rough-hewn table, playing bob dylan — knockin’ on heaven’s door. the cabin was small, quaint, a vintage car parked outside — something from the seventies.

she came outside, the door rattling shut behind her, to find an unsure boy sitting on the porch, glancing aside to him.

‘ hey, kiddo.. you okay? ‘

[unholybcnes]

🗣️ c:

send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine @halfgraced // selectively accepting.

[maternephilim-archive]

hugs & kisses sentence starters.        accepting ;  “ your hugs are the best. ” ;  halfgraced

𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌. doing this, alive, breathing was different than doing so in Heaven. this feels real and bright and like she can feel everything. his words ring in her ears and the mother can only smile at the sweetness. sometimes, as he looks like a grown young adult, she forgets he is just a child. her child. kelly only keeps holding him, her head resting half on his shoulders, as he was slightly taller. “and you are going to keep having them for many many years, Jack. I do hope you are ready.”

[daevilrage-archive]

halfgraced i'd love to see how gabriel, the archangel of tact, delicately delivered that pieces of news

gabriel to virgin mary