shattered

don’t worry anon, I’ll be sticking with chris! as much as I love jensen, when I think of henry, I think of chris. a gem to play CHARACTER and FACECLAIM wise. 

where did we last see him? he is happily married to paige with his three children...katrina, tamora and henry jr. 

he is a parole officer, as he was in the show. 

supported his wife while she worked. BETTING ON MY LIFE he was the stay at home dad who wanted to be a part of his kids life, through anything and everything. he WAS more than happy and willing to give up work for a little while. 

now that his children are all grown up, he complains constantly about them staying little and bragging about them to family, friends, strangers, anyone, really. 

classifies himself as that DAD FRIEND, the cool dad, the cool uncle      he likes to be a big part of his children’s and nephew and nieces life, so he’ll play the part. actually believes he’s this super chill guy 97% of the time. 

you best expect LECTURES, him going on and on about how the rules and regulations, the law isn’t there for you to bend and break at your will. when he means well, he wants the absolute best for you. 

he likes to think he’s ACTIVE, if you count chasing after criminals, people on his list for a living, sure. he rarely finds the time to walk or run on week days, but he makes an effort to go to the gym on weekends, so, every saturday. SUNDAY is his rest day. sunday is the day he gets to spend with his family, on the off chance he doesn’t get phoned into work. 

do I stay with chris? 

or change to jensen? 

The whitelighter-witch found it hard to LOOK at him, really look at him, while he reacted to the things that she said. Henry’s expression would have allowed her to read him like an open book, but she did not WANT to. What right did she have? He didn’t remember her - she was nothing other than a stranger to him. Nobody liked sharing pain with strangers, RIGHT? Kat’s grip tightened around the door knob and she could not keep herself from glaring for a second. ❝Don’t give me that crap. I spent MONTHS in the hands of the devil and all I wanted was to go home. To be with my parents, my siblings. When I finally did, no one could tell me anything about you OR mom. You both disappeared without a trace - we didn’t even know if you were really dead. For all that we knew you could have just LEFT.❞ Sometimes it had been easier to believe that. To convince herself that mommy and daddy were alive and well - that they needed to stay away to be safe and happy. No child wanted to believe that their parents were gone FOREVER, especially when there weren’t any bodies to bury. Nothing to say goodbye to. Nothing to make her believe that they wouldn’t come back to her… She simply never thought that their reunion would look like THIS.

henry had a hard time keeping his EMOTIONS under control, he adverts his stare from the glare she sends his way. he should’ve kept his mouth shut tight instead of blurting out what he couldn’t control in the moment. he wasn’t this guy, he didn’t get UPSET easily. all because of a little girl. ‘ for all we knew you could have just left ‘ she hit a NERVE. he clenched his fist and his jaw tightened. “is that what you really think? that I would just.. LEAVE?” henry knew abandonment all too well, and to think he could EVER do that to his family. this was driving him insane. “I-I’m sorry, I just-” henry shook his head, the world seemed so insignificant compared to meeting his daughter. “THE DEVIL? you SHOW up, you tell me I’m your FATHER, and you EXPECT me to believe that? you EXPECT me to believe that I-” he drew in a long breath, a hand running over his face in frustration, “I abandoned you?” baby blues PLEADED into hers, for her to say it wasn’t true. for her to tell him anything else,  anything else would suffice than hearing what a failure of a father he was. 

❝I don’t think you’re my father. You ARE my father.❞ Because that was who she was: Katrina Mitchell. The daughter of Paige Matthews and Henry Mitchell - his daughter, if he told her the TRUTH about his identity. A family. The whitelighter-witch gave him a small and bitter laugh when she glanced over her shoulder to look at him. Up into those eyes that were so DEVASTATINGLY familiar and foreign at the same time. ❝You used to have one.❞ What was left of it? Her mother disappeared, just like he did. The redhead left Mystic Falls for three years. HJ spent one year travelling and Tam… God, who knew what her twin was up to these days? ❝I don’t know.❞ She told him, momentarily lifting her chin in defiance. ❝I was a CHILD when my parents went missing.❞ It was all a blur, especially since she attempted to forget all of the memories that she made during her time with the devil. ❝All I know is that I came home to find out that every adult I ever relied on was gone. I didn’t care HOW it happened.❞ It just happened - and it sucked.

SCREW LOGIC. logic went out the window when he found out he had a daughter, a daughter he cant remember, he believed her and as hard as it is, how could he just wake up one day and not remember his child   HIS children, what kind of FATHER did that make him? to forget them so easily, as though they never existed. his heart plummets, && he’s fighting the lump in the back of his throat. there were no words, they were HOPELESS and so was he.  she might have it worse with all of her memories of him still intact, while he has NOTHING to compare it too, but it SHOULDN’T matter. this heartache is worse than dying, even when he can’t remember what falling to his death felt like. henry lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment in guilt. he feels sick to his stomach, to have to even feel like this, to have his daughter see him like this. it’s not her FAULT he’s like this, and he wouldn’t want her to think it either. a few lingering seconds pass and henry eventually finds his voice of reason, “You’re telling me I’m your FATHER and you didn’t care HOW i died? does that make much sense to you? because I’m trying, I’m really TRYING to understand here.” 

Ale picked up the coffee, and smelled it, it seemed to be normal, he couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary, he would have been able to smell if there was poison in it, because of his powes, he could smell things better than a human could. “I guess you have a point,” he admitted, before he took a sip, if he wasn’t sure already, he was after that he drank it, if there was poison, he would have been able to taste something different about it too. “How old are you?” he asked the other, the fact that there were species that didn’t get old, he couldn’t know the other’s real age. People thought he was in his twenties, when he was more than thirty, so he couldn’t really know the other’s age, and he didn’t think he would mind the question.

henry furrowed his eyebrows when the other smelt his coffee, he glanced away for a moment, “do i need to give you two  “ referring to him and the coffee now in his grasp, “a minute?” he humors, shaking his head. “you could tell just by smelling it   you must have some keen senses.” he notes, taking a sip of his own. if he didn’t know any better, he’d say the other weren’t HUMAN, but he’s aware he shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, even if he’s more observant than usual, after the supernatural reveal     ( which he already knew about if his brain was working right ) , giving him full permission to be as paranoid as he likes. “I’m forty seven going on forty three if you could believe that.” admitting with a sigh.

He looked at the other. “Because it’s in our nature, because we like to see the pain and the fear in their eyes. And some demons actually feed on them. It rather depends on the demon,” he said, taking a sip from his drink. “Exactly. I thought i could be more then a very impressive demon. One of the best. I had a weak moment. Fell in love with a witch. Let my human side run the show for a while, and then she killed me. Won’t make that mistake again.”

Kat could not even BLAME him for his reaction - she shouldn’t have said anything. Her father was only human ( he used to be, anyway ) and perhaps forgetting his family was a BLESSING in disguise. Still. The way he pleaded with her made her feel like she was going to DROWN in all of the emotions that hit her. Why? Why did he have to show up in this very town after all of this time? The whitelighter-witch was still trying to deal with the aftermath of Cade’s death, but this was even bigger. ❝About WHAT?❞ She questioned while she placed one hand on the handle of the door. Kat did not mean to sound so sharp, but she could not fight it. She was already trying to fight the TEARS in her eyes. ❝About the fact that you look and sound like my father? A father I haven’t seen in nine years? About the fact that you don’t seem to remember your own family? Your wife, your children? I’m sorry, I don’t think we have much to talk about.❞ The female shook her head at him before she opened the door and rushed inside. That fatherly tone just killed her… She NEEDED something to drink, she definitely did. Any kind of distraction, to be honest.

“Katrina..” a swift kick of reality hitting him in an instant watching her WALK AWAY, her back turned to him. they were quick and fleeting, he--afterwards had no idea how to explain what flew out of his mouth and into the air, making this more complicated then need be. he could’ve walked away, made this easier for himself. instead, he decided to stay and work this out. crazy as it seems, it’s like the girls eyes resemble his----a part of him. how is that possible? how is any of this possible? there was an explanation after all and she just said it all. “you think,” he paused, he has to think logical about this, whatever way he looked at it. “I-I’m your father? WIFE, KIDS, I have a family?” he did what he normally did, the wedding ring dangling around his neck, he nervously toyed with it,  “how is that possible?”

SHOULD they? Of course they should have - but her walls were flying UP the second he questioned who she was. His daughter, without a doubt, but what was the point? If Henry could not remember her and she stayed around it would break her HEART and she couldn’t let that happen. For herself, for Tamora and for HJ. She refused to lose him again. ❝I’m Kat Mitchell.❞ The whitelighter-witch replied, but her tone started to sound DISTANT. ❝It must be some twisted coincidence. My father would remember me.❞ Instead of taking a step back, she stepped forward this time. ❝Do you mind?❞ She questioned while she tried to push past him, through the entrance of the café. The female couldn’t do this. She didn’t know HOW.

the silence     or lack of between them was starting to eat away at him. he didn’t know what to say, WHAT TO DO, if a person suddenly appeared in his life and turned his whole world upside down. though, his world was already like this before she showed up. he felt pieces of him M I S S I N G since he woke. was this it? was she one of those missing pieces? certainly felt like it. an observation even he couldn’t explain, “Hold on,” the human whispered-pleaded, putting TWO AND TWO together inside his head. his mouth falling agape at the precise moment the male calculated her own use of words. they hurt, more than he thought words could, it was like being kicked in the gut and the reality set forth on his face made it clear to everybody just what he was feeling. “wait, please..” he COULDN’T just let her go, he wouldn’t. he deserved an explanation, but henry couldn’t very well hold her there against her will. so, he slid across slightly, giving her enough passage way to walk past him and he will turn to follow her. DETERMINED to get to the bottom of this. “talk to me.” said in a true father fashion. 

                       Nima was not much of a coffee drinker, but there were times that one needed to get through the day and coffee served as a good way to do it. However, she was not expecting anyone to just hand it to her ❝ Oh … Maybe it’s a bad, though, I don’t know how you can mess up coffee ❞ She shrugged before taking the cup and taking it over to the stand to load it with cinnamon and nutmeg ❝ You always this lucky ❞

I’m Henry Mitchell. Kat BELIEVED him. She encountered so many creatures on so many continents and she could not imagine that this was a game - it would bore any evil spirit, right? It should have relieved her that her father did not seem to be possessed and yet, for some selfish reasons, it only made things WORSE. He stood right in front of her, he was really here and he simply did not REMEMBER her. The whitelighter-witch’s hands started to shake and she instantly wrapped her arms around herself to conceal it. There was no POINT. No point in letting it get to her, she couldn’t let it get to her. ❝But… the names Paige Matthews, Kat, Tam and HJ Mitchell, they… they don’t ring any bell?❞ She questioned before she pursed her lips. Wasn’t THAT wonderful?

she knew knows him, and he knew knows her, right? or at least he can only see it the way it is, otherwise if she were a stranger, she would not be this unsettling. he didn’t have to be a father stranger to feel the change in atmosphere. henry is beginning to believe this FEELING will never cease to exist. HOPELESSNESS, like something or someone’s are missing from his life. he could never hurt this girl intentionally though it seems to be what is happening the more he went on, was he saying the wrong things? was it him in general? who was making her uncomfortable? mitchell, a coincidence she was saying names, none of which did much of anything for him. what could he say? how could he proceed without saying something to upset her more? “No  I’m sorry, they don’t. SHOULD THEY? who are you?” despite his heart speeding up slightly at his own enquiry, he still remained somewhat reserved and S O F T. 

“Never met a demon have you,” he questioned him when the man just laughed at him. “We don’t tend to joke but having the pleasure of killing a witch.” He took a sip of his drink. “oh, i know who i am. Just got a little lost thinking i could be more then this.”

he had not, none that he would know of anyhow. “I thought so.” the male sighed, too afraid to admit it. “WHY? explain it to me, WHY do demons have to kill witches?” he couldn’t understand it, that part, why humans and the supernatural couldn’t just live in PEACE without disturbing one another. made him angry, really. “More than what? you could be.” 

The CONFUSION on his face sent waves of confusion through her as well - he did not seem to recognize her and yet, he did not react like some kind of a demon. Any evil creature would attempt to taunt, to trick and make her fall for lies, but there was none of that. ❝I…❞ Kat wanted to repeat the word, but she COULDN’T. How? She basically grew up without her parents, denying herself the thought of them. It hurt too much. ❝Nevermind, but… If you’re not Henry Mitchell, who are you?❞ A twin she never heard about? A poor, unfortunate soul, TRAPPED inside of the wrong body? It simply couldn’t be him. It was impossible that he forgot about his own daughter, wasn’t it?

HIS NAME. he got so far as to turn his gaze around them for some brief seconds, trying to recollect his thoughts, anything to help him out. anything to help her out, help the look on the girl’s face, one he couldn’t erase if he wanted. did he want too though? she was familiar to the human, even he couldn’t DENY that part. but why? how? blue orbs grow in size catching his name on her lips. this time, she had his FULL ATTENTION, not that she didn’t have it before, just that he needed time to process. the room around him fell silent and suddenly nothing made sense. “I’m...henry mitchell.” his stance remained as such, coming across more CONFIDENT this time around. he knew his name, he just didn’t how how she knew his name when he cant remember ever coming into contact with her before. 

“There is a fun to finding witches. If anyone can find them, it’s not fun anymore. There is no skill needed to kill them now,” he said with a shrug. “As for believing in humanity. Well… I don’t. I never have.”

fun in finding witches? no skill to KILL THEM? did he hear that correctly? “uh, nice joke. HA, very funny. what you do in the bedroom is your business,” henry can only chuckle sheepishly and shake it off, giving the other an uncertain look. keeping his guard WAY UP incase he was being serious, and henry was starting to believe it. “that’s a lonely road to find yourself in.” the human observed. 

Kat was STILL trying her best to fly under the radar, but the lack of a coffee machine at the apartment made it impossible to curl up in bed FOREVER. It was a problem that she would fix as soon as the regular stores opened, but just for now the Grill would have to do. Emerald green eyes shot to the male’s face when he began to speak and as kind as the offer was, the whitelighter-witch FROZE right in her steps. That face. That voice. She would have known it anywhere, even if she had not seen him in about nine YEARS. Instead of responding to his words, she took a step away from him and the next thing slipped from her lips before she could stop herself. ❝D-dad?❞ It was IMPOSSIBLE. It couldn’t be him and the thought of someone possessing him made her stomach twist, but she needed to be CERTAIN before she tried to set him free, or anything of the likes.

henry took note of the way the young girl’s demeanor CHANGED in the blink of an eye, it wasn’t something to be ignored or taken lightly. as much as henry could laugh it off, he couldn’t shake the feeling or the look the other gave out of his head. he too, almost froze in his spot when she called him DAD. “huh?” henry murmured, confusion all round. how unorthodox everything is now, compared to measly seconds earlier. what in the hell was going on? “I’m sorry-” henry HESITATED, needing to take a breath before beginning again. “what did you just call me?” she has to be mistaken, right? a case of mistaken identity, it HAPPENS to the best of us. still, he is left with WHAT IFS.