In Supernatural TV/Vampire Diaries with The Force as the Chosen One

(Author note: Before anyone says anything about Jim and how he's making too many references, it is intentional on my part because of what he has in this AU.

I believe someone would have to be quite the believer to have it. (And I personally like writing references.)

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-Two weeks since Lucien remembrence.

The rumble of an unfamiliar engine drew Bobby to the window. A well-maintained station wagon pulled into the driveway, dust billowing behind its wheels before settling in the morning light.

"Jim's here," Bobby called over his shoulder.

John Winchester emerged from the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. The past two weeks had softened something in his posture - not enough for most to notice, but Bobby had known him long enough to see the change.

"Right on time," John said, setting his mug aside and heading for the door.

Pastor Jim Murphy stepped out of the station wagon, his clerical collar visible beneath a worn jacket.

Despite the collar, there was nothing soft about Jim - his movements held the hidden wariness of a hunter, eyes automatically scanning the perimeter as he approached.

"John," he greeted warmly, clasping the offered hand. "The Lord has kept you well, I see. And Bobby - still standing firm against the darkness."

"Appreciate you coming, Jim," John said. "And bringing the materials."

"As Proverbs tells us, 'Train up a child in the way he should go,'" Pastor Jim replied, opening the station wagon's trunk to reveal boxes of textbooks and educational supplies. "I'm merely a servant in that calling."

The screen door creaked open as Kate appeared on the porch, looking more rested than she had since arriving.

Adam bounced beside her, energy radiating from his small frame. Lucien followed more sedately, his eyes immediately fixing on the newcomer quietly assessing him.

"You must be Kate," Pastor Jim said, approaching the porch with a warm smile. "I've heard-"

He stopped abruptly, his right hand rising instinctively as if to shield his eyes from intense brightness. His smile faltered, replaced by an expression of shock as his gaze locked on Lucien.

John noticed immediately, stepping between Pastor Jim and the boys with the movement of someone anticipating threat. "Jim?"

The pastor blinked rapidly, lowering his hand with visible effort. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Just... got something in my eye."

But the look he gave John conveyed something entirely different.

"Boys," John said, not taking his eyes off Jim, "help unload the car. Kate, Bobby can show you what Jim brought for the curriculum."

As the others moved toward the station wagon, John gripped Jim's elbow, steering him several paces away.

"What the hell was that?" John demanded quietly.

Pastor Jim glanced toward Lucien, who was now helping Adam carry a box of books. "How much do you know about your son, John?"

"Enough to know I don't like that look you're giving him," John replied, tension evident in his jaw. "Lucien's been through a lot."

Jim rubbed his eyes, as if trying to clear his vision. "The Lord has blessed me - or perhaps burdened me - with a gift few possess. 'For now we see through a glass, darkly,' as Paul wrote, but sometimes the veil thins for me."

John's expression remained guarded. "What exactly are you seeing, Jim?"

"In my years walking both paths - pastor and hunter - I've witnessed the darkness that hides in human form. Seen the true faces of demons masquerading in flesh."

Jim's eyes drifted back to Lucien. "But I've rarely beheld such light. It emanates from him like the burning bush before Moses - pure, cold radiance that almost demands one remove their shoes on holy ground."

John debated what to say. It has already been agreed upon by everyone, that under no circumstances is it to ever be revealed that Lucien has the Force, much less created it and is the Chosen One. 

Lucien himself has explained that the Force apparently has protected his identity from everyone besides someone on Death's level, and they plan to keep it this way for as long as they can.

(John himself internally wondered why Jim saw light only, since when they saw his son talk to Death, they saw him as pure twilight of light and darkness.)

"Lucien is... special," John finally said. "We think he's a psychic."

Pastor Jim nodded, though, knowing John well enough to know when he's hiding a lot, but accepting as someone accustomed to people keeping secrets. "As Isaiah said, 'The people walking in darkness have seen a great light.' Whatever gift the Lord has bestowed upon him, John, that light is pure. I've never seen anything like it."

"We're keeping it quiet," John said firmly. "For his protection."

"Of course," Jim agreed. "But John... as our Savior taught, 'A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.' A light that bright has purpose."

Bobby had cleared out a room on the first floor to serve as a classroom.

Once cluttered with obscure artifacts and dusty tomes, it now held two student desks salvaged from an abandoned school, a larger desk for Kate, and a freshly installed chalkboard.

Dean and Sam carried in the last box of materials, setting it beside the others.

"Never thought I'd be helping set up a classroom," Dean muttered. "Spent most of my school years trying to escape them."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Maybe you'll learn something by osmosis."

"By what now?"

"Exactly my point."

Pastor Jim unpacked textbooks and workbooks, arranging them by subject. His movements were careful, methodical, though he still occasionally squinted when Lucien passed too close.

Kate reviewed the curriculum he'd brought, impressed by its thoroughness. "This is college-level material," she said, holding up an advanced mathematics text.

"The Good Lord gives different measures of intellect to each child," Pastor Jim explained. "As a shepherd to many young ones over the years, I've learned to provide nourishment appropriate to each lamb's hunger. These materials cover a wide range, from the most basic to the most advanced."

The curriculum balanced standard education with hunter knowledge, disguised as "mythology studies" and "comparative folklore." Latin was included as a language option, its practical applications in exorcisms left unsaid.

Adam claimed a desk near the window, immediately opening drawers to explore their contents.

Lucien selected the desk in the corner, positioning himself with clear sightlines to both the door and window - something that hunters would normally do, that Lucien is trying to make a habit of.

Dean noticed, nudging Sam and nodding toward their younger brother. Sam's eyebrows rose slightly in recognition of the behavior.

Bobby contributed a bookshelf filled with age-appropriate lore books, their more gruesome illustrations removed or modified.

"This is my hunting journal," Bobby explained, showing Lucien a weathered leather-bound book. "Sanitized version, mind you. But it covers tracking and identifying most things."

As the others arranged the room, Pastor Jim moved quietly from corner to corner, murmuring Latin under his breath - blessing the space.

At each desk, he subtly drew a protective symbol underneath with chalk, small enough to go unnoticed.

"'The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and delivers them,'" Jim recited softly as he worked. "Psalm 34:7."

"Protection?" John asked quietly, observing from the doorway.

Jim nodded. "Just basic wards. Nothing that would draw attention. As Solomon built his temple with both beauty and security, so must we prepare this sanctuary of learning."

"Appreciate it," John said, clapping him on the shoulder.

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The first day of formal homeschooling began the next morning.

Kate took the lead teaching basic subjects, her nursing background giving her a solid foundation in sciences.

Pastor Jim handled history and literature, weaving in subtle hunter knowledge where appropriate- having decided to relax a bit on his analogies, so that the kids can understand him.

"The ancient Greeks believed in monsters called Lamia," Pastor Jim explained during their mythology unit. "Women who devoured children."

"Were they real?" Adam asked, eyes wide.

Pastor Jim glanced at Kate before answering carefully. "Some myths have roots in reality. The Greeks might have encountered something they didn't understand and created stories to explain it."

"Like how people used to think lightning was Zeus throwing thunderbolts," Lucien offered, though internally he of course knew that there may have been truth to it after a while. 

Tulpas and people's thoughts making the Olympians real- Zeus was in the show after all.

"Exactly," Jim smiled. "Though sometimes, the myth is closer to truth than we realize."

Adam thrived with the attention, especially enjoying hands-on science experiments.

When Kate demonstrated how to make a simple circuit, his face lit up with excitement as the small bulb glowed.

"Look, Lulu!" he called to his brother. "I made light!"

Lucien demonstrated knowledge beyond his years, particularly in mathematics and history. When Pastor Jim introduced basic algebra concepts expected to challenge a nine-year-old, Lucien solved the problems with ease.

"You have quite a mind for patterns," Jim observed.

"Numbers make sense," Lucien replied simply. "They don't change."

During a break, Pastor Jim found Lucien reading a book on ancient symbols from Bobby's collection.

"You have quite an interest in sigils," Jim commented, sitting beside him.

"They're good for protection," Lucien replied without looking up. "And everyone wants to be safe."

Jim studied the boy for a moment before Adam burst into the room.

"Dean says lunch is ready! He made sandwiches with the crusts cut off because he says that's how kids like them!"

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The evening meal had become a ritual during the past two weeks.

Bobby's normally sparse kitchen now hosted a proper dining table - salvaged from a foreclosure and restored by Dean - eight chairs surrounded it.

"Pass the potatoes," Bobby grumbled.

John appeared more relaxed than he had in years, occasionally smiling at Adam's enthusiastic stories about his day's lessons.

"And then we made a volcano!" Adam exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "It exploded everywhere!"

"Baking soda and vinegar," Kate clarified with a smile. "Though 'everywhere' is fairly accurate."

Dean had taken to teaching Adam basic mechanical skills during breaks. "Kid can change a tire now," he announced proudly. "Might need a stepladder to reach, but he knows the steps."

"Dean let me use the big wrench," Adam added importantly.

Sam and Lucien sat beside each other, continuing a conversation about mythology that had begun during lessons. "I found a book about Norse legends in Bobby's library," Sam was saying. "The lore on Fenrir might be useful if we ever encounter a particularly large black dog."

"You've made quite a home here," Pastor Jim commented to Bobby as they cleared dishes after the meal.

"It's temporary," Bobby grumbled, though without conviction.

"Family rarely is," Pastor Jim replied softly.

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After the boys were in bed, the adults gathered in Bobby's study. Maps covered one wall - tracking patterns of demonic activity John had been investigating remotely.

Books and journals cluttered every surface, research continuing despite the domestic turn their lives had taken.

Pastor Jim shared resources from other hunter families about education and protection.

"The Fitzgeralds in Montana have three children, all homeschooled while hunting," he explained, passing a folder to Kate. "Their oldest just got accepted to Stanford."

Sam perked up at this information, though he tried to hide his interest from John. "Full scholarship?"

"Yes," Jim confirmed. "Impressive young man. Balanced hunting and academics."

John noticed Sam's interest but chose not to comment.

"What about protection?" Kate asked, steering the conversation back to practical matters. "I appreciate the wards and amulets, but they can't stay inside Bobby's property forever."

"I've brought these," Jim said, removing two small leather pouches from his bag. "Amulets for the boys. Not powerful enough to hide them completely, but they'll blur the edges, make them harder to track."

"And Lucien's... situation?" John asked carefully.

Pastor Jim's expression grew thoughtful. "I've seen special children before," he said. "But nothing like Lucien."

He described other hunters' children with psychic abilities - a girl who could find lost objects, a boy who dreamed true visions.

"But they're candles compared to Lucien's bonfire."

John remained vague about the Force, simply saying Lucien had "unique abilities they're still understanding."

Pastor Jim didn't press, but offered, "Whatever path God has set for him, he'll need guidance. Not just in using his gifts, but in carrying their burden."

"We're figuring it out day by day," John said, the finality in his tone closing the subject.

"What about school records?" Sam asked.

As everyone's eyes turned to him, Sam continued. "We're teaching them because they need to know how to protect themselves right? But maybe- maybe they don't have to hunt if they want to. Maybe they'll want a normal life in the future. They'll need records for that."

Sam himself was a bit hesitant while saying this, because it internally mirrored his own desired- his want to eventually get out of this, and have a normal life of his own.

Bobby himself nodded in agreement. "Already handled it. Got a contact in records who owes me. Far as the system knows, they're registered with a private religious homeschooling program out of South Dakota. Paperwork's legitimate, just... creatively sourced."

"And medical records?" Kate asked. "As a nurse, I know how important those are."

"Working on it," Bobby assured her. "Got a doctor friend who can help establish new records under different names if needed for the future. If they choose to be hunters then they'll need it."

The conversation continued late into the night, plans and the like discussed.

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Lucien lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in his mind - Pastor Jim's strange reaction to him, the careful way the man had watched him.

He knew what Pastor Jim had seen- his hearing enhanced enough to have heard what the Pastor told his dad.

The Pastor most definitely saw The Force, manifesting as light.

It was both fascinating and concerning that someone could perceive it visually.

He wondered though why Sam and Dean didn't lit up like stars too- Sam is Lucifer's vessel, his human mirror, his soul should either be bright as the sun or have at least a shadow.

Dean being the Michael Sword much the same.

Maybe the angels and demons got something to do with it? Hiding them from other beings, like the 'gods' or something to protect them until the time is right?

While Lucien was thinking all this, the house itself had fallen silent hours ago. John and Kate had checked on both boys before retiring to their respective rooms.

Dean and Sam shared the room down the hall, their soft snores occasionally audible through the thin walls.

Lucien sat up, looking around his small room - a desk, chair, bookshelf, and bed. It was sparse but functional, like everything in Bobby's house.

He glanced at the door to ensure it was closed. Extending his hand toward the wooden chair by the desk, he focused his thoughts.

'Okay, let's see if I can do it more easily this time.'

The Force responded sluggishly at first, like thick honey reluctant to flow. The chair trembled slightly but didn't move.

Lucien took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reached out with his feelings. He imagined the energy flowing through him, connecting him to the chair, becoming a bridge between them.

When he opened his eyes, the chair wobbled, then slowly, unsteadily rose two inches off the floor. Sweat beaded on Lucien's forehead from the effort, his hand trembling with concentration.

The chair hovered for five seconds before dropping back to the floor with a soft thud. Lucien fell back against his pillow, breathing heavily but with a small smile of accomplishment.

'Wild and raw or not, I'll tame it eventually, this power will be mine.' Lucien thought to himself excited.

Outside his window, a pair of yellow eyes watched from the darkness.

Azazel's lips curved into a smile, 

'Well now, isn't that interesting? Little bastard is also a psychic.'

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter!

Do tell me how you found it.

Azazel's keeping an eye out on Lucien, since the first time he sensed him- Azazel of course doesn't know Lucien has the Force, or is connected to it, much less its creator.

No one knows, besides well, Chuck and Death- and Chuck isn't evil in this fic for those who were wondering.

Do also please read the explanation I'm uploading at the same time as this chapter. Scroll down after reading this chapter and you'll find it.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)