A/N: Hello and welcome to my first fic. Thanks for deciding to check it out. I hope you enjoy it.

At some point I will probably come back and review this.

Beta'd by Andromeda_M31

Cover art by Zeartizan on Instagram

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Supernatural or Marvel

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lost
adjective

1. unable to find one's way

Jack kept a steady control of his grace as he used Kaia's dreamwalking abilities to search the vast expanse of the multiverse for the world Mary was trapped in. He furrowed his brow, carefully examining each of the universes littering the darkness for a defining characteristic that would identify one as the apocalyptic world he was looking for.

As he passed the worlds, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer beauty of his grandfather's creations. The universes were simply breath-taking and he longed for the time to simply admire each and every one of them. Some of them were Earth-like, with familiar landscapes and oceans, while others were entirely alien.

Jack gritted his teeth and pulled his wandering thoughts back to the task at hand. He couldn't afford even a slight slip of concentration—if he lost control over his grace, he could fry Kaia's brain.

"There," he said, directing Kaia's attention towards a universe featuring the distinctive obelisks of the Apocalypse World. Using her power, Jack entered the universe and started travelling towards the abandoned church he knew Mary was caged in.

"I see her," he muttered triumphantly as Mary came into view. He reached out to his grace and begun weaving it into a gateway between the two worlds. As the rift neared completion his vision warped and he was pulled back to the Bad Place.

"No, focus," he insisted. Focusing Kaia's power with his grace, he was able to push himself back to the Apocalypse World. However, his victory was short-lived, as he was once again transported away to the monster-infested world.

The continuous surges of power from the angels attempting to break the warding were making it harder and harder for Jack to keep control over both his and Kaia's power.

"I'm losing it!" the dreamwalker cried fearfully, and Jack could feel her desperately trying to stabilize her power.

Jack was unable to stop himself as he was rapidly shifted between the two universes. He gritted his teeth in concentration, pushing the limits on how much grace he could safely use to try to direct Kaia's power.

"Almost, almost," he encouraged,

A sudden power flux resulting from the angels breaking the wards ripped Jack's control from him. He couldn't stop the surge of grace that flowed through his fingertips, directly into Kaia's body. He heard her scream in agony as her mind and body were overloaded by the power flooding through them and could feel his and Kaia's delicate connection shatter. The way back to his world closing too rapidly for him to return and he was helpless as the backlash of energy catapulted him into the vast darkness of the multiverse.

In a panicked desperation, Jack directed one last burst of grace to open a rift in the warehouse in an effort to save his family. He prayed they would be able to travel through it and reach safety.

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The darkness was constricting, the silence deafening.

Jack's chest felt heavy as he strained to see beyond the seemingly solid walls of black around him. He closed his eyes, the feeling slightly calming him. The sensation of his own personal darkness made him feel he could control it instead of it controlling him.

He had been able to view the multiverse only because of Kaia's power—she had been his eyes—but now their connection was gone. Jack was stranded, blind and deaf, in the void between worlds. His wings, once able to cross hundreds of miles in milliseconds, now felt leaden and heavy, like huge weights connected to his back.

The rhythmic beating of his heart was uncomfortably loud in his ears. Jack took a deep breath to calm himself, but his normally quiet breathing was near deafening in the constrictive silence and the sound only increased his panic.

The bright souls he could feel populating the universes that passed him were so vastly different from the lifeless abyss he was trapped in, yet he was unable to reach out or travel to any of the worlds.

At first, he held onto the hope that it was going to be ok. He kept faith in his family, in Sam, Dean and Castiel. He kept faith that they would find and rescue him. He kept faith that they'd be together again.

It hadn't worked for long.

Time was immeasurable in the endless void, but to Jack it felt like an eternity had passed. The even beating of his heart was slowly becoming maddening. His conviction that he'd be saved was slowly slipping away, the fragile optimism swallowed by the darkness of the abyss.

He stopped trying to call out to other beings in the void, stopped sending out cries for help, stopped his attempts to enter the worlds he passed. There was no point.

Every now and then Jack would get a burst of hope and try to do something to save himself. He knew it would always be futile, that nothing would come from it, and yet the logic didn't quell the irrational surges of hope. He would send out a pulse of grace for the slight chance that something would sense it and that it, whatever it may be, would be curious enough to investigate the power and would end up finding him. Nothing ever did. He began doing it less and less frequently.

It was useless.

There was no point in hoping for something different.

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Jack had no idea how long he'd been in the void before something changed. He'd sent out a wave of grace, something he now did more out of habit than belief that he'd actually be saved, when he felt a response. From the depths of the abyss came and answering pulse of power.

It was something so shocking that for a few moments he was unable to do anything other than marvel at the fact that there was something else there. He quickly sent out another surge of grace and allowed himself to believe that it hadn't just been a product of desperation.

The sight of a glowing tendril of blue light almost convinced Jack that he had imagined the whole ordeal, but he forced himself to hold out hope.

During his time in the void he'd grown accustomed to the loud but steady beating of his heart, so he was taken by surprise when its pace picked up.

The eerie light approached him swiftly, and as it drew closer, he begun to feel a warmth radiating from it. After so long spent in the coldness of the abyss, the heat felt like a raging inferno.

He reached out to it, sluggishly flapping his wings to move closer. It was such an incredible feeling after so long in the sheer nothingness he'd been trapped in, he didn't even consider that anything that something could be amiss.

Jack's attempts to shorten the distance between him and the light halted as the heat slowly became scorching. He tried to backpedal, to somehow communicate with the light to stop, but it, whatever it was, continued on unfazed. It closed the last remaining distance between them, lashing forward with tremendous speed and surrounding him in its eerie glow.

The unbearable heat intensified even further when the light contacted his skin. He tried futilely to escape its crushing grip.

He couldn't even scream. The white-hot heat ripped relentlessly through his body, setting every one of his nerves alight as it scoured his body with agonizing fire. The frantic beats of his wings died to a stop and his thrashing steadily grew weaker. The all-encompassing pain somehow seemed to intensify.

His energy seemed to bleed out of him, his previously fervent struggles slowing to feeble quivering.

Through the haze of burning pain, Jack realized with horror what exactly the light was doing to him.

It was draining his grace.

A/N: So, chapter 1. I hope you liked it. It was short, but they should get longer. The MCU comes into play next chapter.