Morning in the Hub
(Takes place not long after Adam, 2008)
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When Jack slept, for as long as he could remember, there were nightmares. Sometimes they came soft-footed with velvet fangs; sometimes they screamed and bled. Jack knew his dreams were just the product of an overtaxed brain, holding more memories and more years than a human brain was built to contain. He didn’t know what would happen if it ever reached a load limit, but it hadn’t happened yet. They even offered their own strange comfort, for in them he fought and failed and mourned in a way he could nowhere else.
It’d be a stretch to call them welcome, but when they stopped coming, Jack worried. Well, not so much stopped altogether, as stopped reaching him.
The shift also coincided with a new, equally troubling fixture in Jack’s dreams. The stranger. The man. He introduced himself as ‘Castiel,’ and claimed to be an angel.
Of the Lord.
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