jack is such an insanely good character idgaf how you feel about dabbnatural he’s fucking phenomenal. he’s three years old but he has the body and mental capacity of a twentysomething year old grown man. he has 6.5 parents, two of which he revived purely on instinct because he loves them for being kind to him. he likes romance movies and cartoons. he’s nonbinary. he eats cereal in the dark. an entire season was spent building him up as a horrific omen only for him to be the pure embodiment of love and goodness. he’s the most powerful being in the universe and god is terrified of him. he has glowing eyes and swoopy hair and a cute gap-tooted smile. and i WILL kiss him.
actually rescinding the “castiel is jack’s middle name” idea I think he chose his own middle name and I think he chose rocket. or like. lazer. need more inputs rb with what you think jack chose for his middle name
cas thought the empty would be quiet. after it had begged for sleep, for peace, he thought he’d have forever in silence, too.
but that was the furthest thing from the truth.
cas heard his family.
all the time.
all the prayers they sent to him; he heard them all.
sometimes it was prayers from jack: ‘there’s a new area in heaven dedicated to bees. I’d thought you’d like that, dad. I’m working with gabriel and a bunch of other angels to get you out of there. we’ll find a way, I promise.’
or, ‘there’s some new cereal I found on earth today and I think you’d like it too. I got an extra box just for you. I miss you. things don’t feel right without you. I just want you to come home. also, I found one of your extra trench coats and now it’s mine.’
other times it was prayers from sam: ‘home isn’t the same without you, cas. i found some new books today and i thought you’d like the spells it talks about. there’s a lot of nature ones.’
or: ‘eileen wanted to play scrabble today. do you remember the scrabble matches we used to have against dean? he’d always lose and you thought it was the funniest thing. mostly because you always won. missing you today, cas.’
but the prayers cas hears the most are from dean. hundreds and hundreds of prayers every single day are from dean.
‘I found a patch outside the bunker to start a garden. I’m gonna start it, but you gotta come back here and tend to it. it’s your garden, cas. just like you always wanted.’
‘I was thinking about that last movie we watched together before…. before you… anyway you looked, god cas, you were so- handsome. the way the light from the tv flickered across your face. I think I contemplated kissing you every single minute of the entire movie. I wish I had.’
‘did I tell you today? I probably already did. I think I’m starting to tell you multiple times a day now. I don’t care. you need to hear it. I love you, too. should’ve said it to your face. prayers aren’t enough cas, goddammit. come home so I can tell you. I need to tell you. I love you.’
‘I found some new honey today. it’s got lavender in it. I thought you’d like it. I bought you a jar. it’s sat in your room, waiting for you. just like I am.’
‘when you come home, I’m going to kiss you. no, wait, gonna hug you first, then kiss you. wait, that’s not right either. I’m not good with words, cas. you know that. I don’t think I’ll be able to tell you immediately how I feel. but if I kiss you, you’d get it, right? you’d let me kiss you, right? please say yes. god cas, I dream about you all the time. about pulling you close and kissing you stupid. about us going to farmers markets and movie date nights curled up together on the couch. I really need you. please cas. this love for you, it aches. I just- please tell me you feel this too.’
‘I got out of bed today. I thought you’d be proud. I’m going to the grocery store to get some more supplies. tell me if you need anything.’
‘there’s a new western movie coming out this weekend. let’s go see it together.’
cas hears all the prayers. every day. all the time. nothing is silent. his family is right there. and that’s enough. it has to be enough. and if somehow he escapes from here, if jack really sets him free, then cas vows he’s never letting his family go. never ever again.
Jack sat quietly at the library table with their hands in their lap, watching Sam earnestly. Their tallest dad was eagerly explaining the Sacking of Lawrence with Jack’s school books and other random kitchen items as monuments.
“We could do a diorama! Do they do those anymore? Man, I can’t tell you how many dumpsters we dove through looking for shoe boxes when I was a kid. I still have the box from your winter boots in the closet— if you want?” Sam finally focused on his child and the happy, yet clueless expression on their face when he started talking about the outdated project suggestion.
“Hm?” Jack replied.
“It’s like a 3D model of a scene, lots of glue sticks and either figurines or hand drawn replicas,” Sam explained, brushing the hair out of his face.
“And a shoe box?” Jack concluded.
“In— inside the shoebox, like it’s a tiny stage,” Sam felt like he was doing a poor job communicating, even as he used his hands to sign. “Here–.” He reached for his laptop and pulled up some examples.
“Oh! That looks cool— very retro,” Jack said like he was finally in on a secret.
Sam cocked his head at the jab, but let it roll off his back. “So, do you think it will work?”
“How would it work, exactly?” Jack asked.
They got to work, with safety scissors that were too small for Sam’s hands that were quickly discarded and extra coloring supplies which were pilfered from the desk Eileen set up as a craft station for the younger kids. It took them almost two hours, but finally they were able to recreate the historical event as best they could. With that work behind them, they left it to dry on the counter, out of the way from toddler reach.
That night, when everyone was home and the kitchen was full of hungry Winchesters, Jack practiced his presentation. Dean listened as he took turns feeding himself and baby Millie. While Castiel sat nervously at his side as Juniper fed herself.
“And that is the beginning of what we now call Bleeding Kansas,” Jack concluded, reading from his handwritten note cards.
Eileen clapped and Dean cheered his praise, while Cas squinted at Jack and then at Sam. Sam did a double take and motioned for Cas to stand down and not ruin the historical integrity of the project.
Later that night, when everyone else was in bed Castiel inserted a tiny figure in the back of the diorama, one with red eyes and a perfectly tailored suit.
Set in season 14 and follows Y/N, a young girl from the Apocalypse world as she tries to navigate this new place that she was thrust in after being rescued and the feelings she begins to have for someone she really shoudln’t be having them for.
Warnings: There’s a bit of angst, smut and fluff in each chapter. I will tag the smut chapters appropriately but if you’re following me and reading any of my stories, you know it’s gonna be there. LOL
WC: 1541
The next day, after a quick breakfast, we are heading back toward Lebanon. The morning is bright, dew that still clings to the leaves sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight.
I hate that this trip is ending but we need to get back to see if the rest of the team had found a cure for whatever is ailing Jack.
I can’t seem to get the conversation Dean and I had, had just a few nights ago, out of my head. When he confessed that he had avoided me due to the fact that people might frown upon their relationship, given who they are.
I also remember the speech he’d given when we had begun sleeping together. “No one has to know what goes on between us. It can be our little secret. I will be yours and you can be mine, behind closed doors.”
The fact that he no longer wants to keep our affair a secret makes my heart flutter. For others to know that I am his and he mine makes it seem all the more real, more legitimate. It isn’t just a fling or a way to pass the time; we mean something to one another.
"Dean?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder at Jack who is staring out the window with a smile on his face. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he answers as he signals to change lanes. “What’s up sweetheart?”
“Who are you afraid of finding out about us? The people we care about, the important ones, already know. Sam, Jack, your mom, Bobby. I’m sure the other survivors will understand. And if they don’t, so what? They can just get used to it.”
I watch as Dean contemplates his answer and a part of me is afraid that he is actually reconsidering our ‘coming out’.
“Truthfully?” He questions, glancing over at me. “Bobby. That man kind of scares me. He could easily rip me a new one for even thinking of touching you. He is very protective of you Y/N.”
And it’s true. Even in our world uncle Bobby had protected and took care of me while Dad and Uncle Sam were gone. Hell, the man practically raised me! But….he already knew about Dean and I. He actually caught us.
And I tell my boyfriend that, remind him of Bobby walking in while I was…. but I didn’t finish my sentence as Dean cut me off, shushing me while motioning to Jack.
The nephilim chooses this particular time to speak up, causing Dean and I to fully blush.
“Bobby caught Y/N performing oral sex on you Dean,” he says. “I’m positive if he wanted to "rip you a new one”-“ he uses air quotes as he speaks. ”-he would’ve done it then. You have nothing to fret over with Bobby. Can I ask a question?“
I nod and turn in the seat to give Jack my full attention. "What is it Jack?”
“Exactly what is Dean afraid of….what new one does he think Bobby will give him?”
“Oh. Uh,” I stammer as I try to think of an appropriate answer. “It’s just a euphemism; just a saying humans use.”
“Okay,” Jack takes my reply at face value and turns back to watching the scenery float by.
When we stop for gas I have to make a beeline for the bathroom
Dean’s POV
After I fill the tank, I climb back in the car to wait for Y/N. I keep an eye on the door and the interior of the store in case someone tries to try something. She is a beautiful girl and any man would be lucky to call her his. I just happen to be that man and I’m going to make damn sure it stays that way.
Jack is quiet in the backseat and I know he is apprehensive about returning. This whole trip we hadn’t discussed anything concerning his health. I wanted him to feel free and unburdened, to get a taste of what being human can be like.
Sure, mankind suffers but there is good in life too. I look in the rearview as I speak.
“This was a good idea, Jack. This trip. It was much needed,” I tell him and I honestly believe it.
'Thank you for showing me what normal is,“ he answers as our eyes meet in the mirror. "And you’re welcome. You got what you wanted too. You and Y/N make a pretty great team.”
“Why do you say that? This trip was for you, not us.”
"It was how you said it. I could tell. I guess my point is that-” Jack pauses as he looks out the window again. “-if I don’t make it…The stuff I’d miss – it wouldn’t be things like Tahiti. Or the Taj Mahal. I’d miss more time with you. More time with family, my true family. I’m getting that life isn’t all these big, amazing moments. It’s time together that matters. Like this.”
“Well, who’d have thought hanging out with a couple of lovesick idiots would make you sentimental?” I joke, trying to lighten the mood inside the car.
Jack looks up at me and says, “I’ve had a good life, Dean. And you and Y/n will too. Maybe eventually get married and have kids. You’d be great parents. You’ve taken care of me. Don’t let what others think ruin your happiness.”
The passenger side opens and Y/N climbs in with a bag in her hands. She deals out the licorice to Jack along with a package of jerky and a bottle of water for me.
It is only about a mile down the road that I have to pull off the road and douse myself in the water. She had jokingly bought me ghost pepper jerky. One piece and I was on fire!
She and Jack sit in the car, cackling as I gag and dry heave, trying to get the heat off my tongue.
It is when we are almost back to the Bunker that Jack spills the beans.
“Dean, I don’t think you have to worry about Bobby being upset that you kept your and Y/N’s relationship a secret,” Jack says nonchalantly. “He is carrying a pretty big secret of his own.”
I see Y/N’s head turn and look at the nephilim child and smile. “Oh, that’s right. I almost forgot.”
“What?” I ask intrusively. “What’s going on guys?”
It is Y/N that speaks. “Well, after everything happened with him finding us and Gamma Mary telling us about the pact, I overheard a conversation between the two of them. Apparently, we aren’t the only ones who has been fooling around behind closed doors.”
“Wha-?” I screech. Yes, my voice screeched! “Bobby and my mom?”
“Calm down Dean.”
“No. Don’t tell me to calm down,” he says. “I’ve been worrying about Bobby laying into me over you and he’s-” Dean pauses as he swallows audibly, “-been banging my mom?!”
“You speak so eloquently,” I laugh. “But yea.”
“It began over there,” Jack says nonchalantly, still watching the trees go by outside the speeding car. “I dont think it’s love……..yet.”
I look over the seat at Jack and see in my peripheral Dean shiver in his spot.
“Let’s not talk about the L word just yet,” Dean mutters and I can’t help but stare at him.
'What does that mean?’
One Year Later
Life was great for a while in the bunker! The Winchesters, along with Castiel and Jack and a few others, defeated Michael and ended up fighting and conquering God himself.
Along the way though, we lost a lot of people too, most importantly Mary Winchester.
Gamma Mary was taken out by Jack, who was infected with everything they’d done to stop Nick from resurrecting Lucifer and allowing the demon to possess him. It was very touch-and-go there for a while; Dean wanted to take Jack out and actually denounced him from being part of his family but Sam still had faith that Jack could be “saved”.
Bobby grieved like a man who had lost his one true love while Dean grieved the Mom he had gotten to know as a man and I was stuck in the middle, trying to comfort and soothe them both.
Dean and I never had to announce that we were together, or dating; it was just a known fact once we returned from the trip with Jack. I always wondered if Sam and Mary informed the others or what, but our relationship was never questioned or doubted.
Once Chuck-turned-God-turned-evil, we all banded together to do as we always do, saving people and hunting things. He was a formidable foe but in the end, with Jack’s help we crushed him and now the world was a much better place with Jack in charge.
When Castiel was taken by the Empty, we grieved his absence but knew we needed to move on so that is what we did.
Sam, Dean and I, along with Miracle, move out of the Bunker and find a couple of houses in town to settle in. We live out our lives as three of the people who secretly saved the world.
A/N: And they lived happily ever after. The End. LOL
