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only-goose · 2 months

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More than Nougat

Synopsis: You taught Jack about hickies and now he’s obsessed

Warnings: none really, just a whole lotta fluff

Nothing! There was absolutely nothing! No beer, no bacon, no nothing! And who would’ve eaten all the food and not replace it? The two black holes for humans you live with. The Winchesters, those boys with their bottomless stomachs drove you crazy sometimes. You’re half tempted to throw Jack into the accusation but he’s still figuring the foods he likes.

“I’m going on a supply run!” You shout through the halls. All you hear is a couple grunts of acknowledgement, until a voice behind you says “can I come?” You nearly jump out of your skin, not expecting to see Jack behind you. “You scared the shit outta be dude, but yeah, of course you can come” you answered him. “Sorry for scaring you y/n” he apologises.

You chuckle his apology off, trying not to let your heart run wild. Even though Jack was only, technically, a few years old, he resembled someone of your own age. This very quickly led you to falling for him, his newborn innocence, childish humour and clinginess (you loved though, let’s be real).

“Alrighty Jack, let’s go” you say as you lead him up the stairs, to the garage. You unlock your ‘64 Pontiac and hope in, turning on some background music before peeling out of the bunker.

“Can we have a movie night tonight, y/n?” The nephilim asks. “Absolutely” you reply “what do you wanna watch?” He sits there and has a hard think about it, “I don’t know, I’ll look up movies when we get to the bunker. Can we get snacks now though?” He asks. You nod your head as you park. You pull out a trolley and give it to Jack to push, while you wander around and get enough food to supposedly last a few weeks (you knew better than the expect it would last a few days).

Jack absolutely piles the junk food into the trolley, which gives you a good laugh, still enamoured with his childishness. He gives you a massive grin and keeps walking, always making sure to look behind him and make sure you’re still there. You head to the checkout and pay for the mountain of food you bought, Jack standing shoulder to shoulder with you the entire time, watching you interact with the register guy. Jack means his head on your shoulder after you pay and keep making small talk, even though you’ve finished all you need to do. Jack links his hand to yours to try and push his point, he doesn’t wanna be near anyone but you anymore.

After you get home, Jack wizzes off to the computer to search for a movie while you pack away the food, keeping out the snack for movie night. Jack comes bounding in a few minutes later, a dvd in hand, and says “I wanna watch this one” he hold it up for you to see. You look at him and asks if he’s sure, “I’ve never seen it so I really wanna try” he replies. You hold on your giggles as you make your way towards the dean-cave (you think it’s a silly name but whatever).

You press play on the movie as you and Jack get comfortable next to each other on the couch, sitting leg to leg so you can both reach the junk food. Sandy and Danny start singing on your tv screen and it has Jack laughing, you don’t know what at, but you don’t care. Getting to see Jack make you laugh makes your day a little brighter.

You get to the point in the movie when Rizzo appears with hickies from Kenickie. “Y/n?” Jack gets your attention as he taps your shoulder. You pause the movie as you turn to Jack, “what’s wrong?” Jack points at Rizzo and says “what’s wrong with her neck, who has hands small enough to punch her like that?” He ponders “or did she get bitten my a vampire? Some vampire bites look like that, don’t they?”

Jack looks at you concerned as you bust out laughing. “Oh Jack, those are called hickies” you tell him. He raises his eyebrow, almost like he want to ask something, so you continue. “When two people like each other a lot, some like marking their partner. It’s kind of like a possession thing” you can see the cogs turning in his head, trying to make sense of what you said.

“I like you a lot, and I don’t like when you talk to people that aren’t me, so do I put hickies on you?” Jack admits, a big grin adorning his plush lips. You feel a bit conflicted, maybe you didn’t make it clear enough that it was an ‘in love’ type of like, not a ‘just friends’ type of like and so you told him. “I don’t think you get it, it’s for people who love each other. Like want to get married and have a family, kind of love. Not the kind of love you have for friends”

His grin doesn’t falter, “I know what you meant, y/n, and I mean what I said. I like you a lot, the ‘love’ type of like. I wanna hold your hand, and kiss you, and I want you to give me hickies and I want to give you some too” if you were a cartoon, you knew you’d have hearts in your eyes and heart would be thumping out of your chest at Jacks brazen confession.

He watches you patiently as you lean over and peck his lips, testing to water. “I like you a lot too, Jack” you say as you make deep eye contact. Jack kisses you back grinning. “Can you give me a hickie y/n?” He asks shyly. “It’s kind of something you have to build up to. You have to start with marking out before you move to hickies” Jack smashes his lips onto yours as soon as you finish your sentence.

After showing Jack how to make out, you pull away which causes a small whine to rise from Jacks throat. “I’m gonna give you a hickie now, ok?” You say as Jack vigorously nods his head. You got back to kissing his lips, then start trailing them towards his neck. You spend a couple seconds looking around for his weak spot, knowing you’ve found it when he moans and bursts a light bulb.

You look up and see his eyes glowing gold “sorry” he says sheepishly. You kiss his lips, then go back to his neck. You suck and nip at the supple skin, causing all sorts of noises to come out of Jack. You pull back “that should give you a nice purple one in the morning” you say. Jack nods as you both lie down, his head on your chest as you doze off.

You wake up to Jack shaking you, “look, it’s here!” He bounces around, clearly happy to the new addition on marks on his skin when he says, “I think I like this more than nougat”

#jack kline #jack kline fanfiction #jack kline hickies #jack kline oneshot #jack kline x reader

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dothwrites · 10 months

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for those of you who don't like metallica then i'm sorry but the s13 'nothing else matters' opening is STILL the best opening.

spn really said "welcome alcal, now be NEKKID on your first full episode"

and the way that dean can't even SAY what happened to cas. he tries and he can't get the words out because it's still TOO close. and you never see the difference between sam and dean in how they relate to cas and grief more than in the widower arc. sam is kinda bummed, but dean can't find which way is up. he's completely spinning out, meanwhile sam is... kinda bummed.

which is how they relate to grief. dean puts on a good show, but in the end, sam is the one who can compartmentalize a lot better. sam can put things aside to get what he considers the mission done. dean can't. his emotions are too powerful.

jack, my sweet baby nougat boy. i loved ye from the second i saw you in a funny little jacket. this poor small town sheriff and her stoner son are SO ill-equipped to deal with this.

the impala being the dirtiest that we've ever seen it... dean being the most grief-stricken we've ever seen him... i've connected the two dots.

poor jack... he's only been alive for like four hours and already the angels are torturing him. it's hard to be the antichrist nephilim.

and i do love that they had sam bond with jack over their shared heritage of "everyone believes that i'm going to grow up to become the devil and i don't wanna". it's something that sam doesn't get to do a lot of.

and the second that jack said "castiel is my father" we all fell in love with him and trusted him implicitly. well. at least i did.

and then dean's "anything?" and the angel realizing IMMEDIATELY what dean means... that he's searching for any way possible to bring cas back and he's desperate to do it... i am FERAL for the widower arc.

dean's insistence to believe that jack is evil for as long as cas is dead is... something. and dean never quite reconciled those feelings that he had at the very beginning, where he equated jack with the loss and horror of knowing that cas was gone. to dean, jack and that grief are always kind of the same thing, and he can't get over it.

dean's prayer. DEAN'S PRAYER. "we've lost EVERYTHING." and then his complete self destructive breakdown once he realizes that no one's listening. he's LOST and he doesn't know how to make any of it right.

thanks to the blooper reel i can never watch this horrifically emotional scene of dean preparing cas' body (his LOVER'S body) for the pyre and becoming so overcome with grief that he has to pause... i cannot watch that without thinking of the ball tap. fuck you jensen and misha.

jensen's ability to look absolutely DEVASTATED without shedding a tear. unparalleled.

#doth watches spn

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wingsandhunters · 2 years

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Okay I’ll bite. Jack was the perfect addition to team free will. I love that little guy. I mean look at him

Nephilim. Human. Angel. God. Castiel’s son. Nougat lover. Cute lil guy. Love him.

#jack kline #jack supernatural #supernatural #lucifer #castiel

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adiarose · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Jack

On May 18, 2017, the season twelve finale “All Along the Watchtower” was released, and with it, Jack Kline was born. The child of human Kelly Kline and archangel Lucifer, Jack is a Nephilim and thought of to be one of the single most powerful creatures in the Supernatural universe. Portrayed by Alexander Calvert, Jack was an instant fan favorite character, reminding many of a more innocent version of early season Cas. He also helped finalize the Winchester found family, acting as the sort of son to, as I look at it, Cas and Dean while Sam is the fun uncle. Happy fifth birthday Jack! Hope you’re enjoying your time with the Winchesters, Cas, and lots of nougat in Heaven.

I don’t have an artist name/link, just the signature on the work itself.

#Jack Kline #Supernatural #SPN #Jack #Alexander Calvert #spn season 12 #All Along the Watchtower #Happy Birthday Jack #Jack Kline is a Hufflepuff King

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halaise · 2 years

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One Shot: Liebesbriefe und Filmgeschichten

Pairing: Jack Kline x OC Winchester

Wortzahl: ca. 2k

Warnungen: keine

Kurzbeschreibung:

Hana Winchester hat sich den rechten Arm gebrochen und anstatt mit ihren Brüdern einen Auftrag annehmen zu können, muss sie herhalten und Lucifers Nachfolger behüten.

,,Wir werden ein paar Tage weg sein, pass solange auf Satans Abkommen auf!", Deans Augen wanderten zu Jack, welcher auf dem Sofa saß und einen Stapel von Video Kasetten durchging. Sam schüttelte nur den Kopf. ,,Sein Name ist Jack und er ist ein guter Junge!", sprach der jüngere Winchester eindringlich.

,,Und ich darf Babysitter spielen? Was ist mit Daddy Cas? Warum passt er nicht auf?", Hana sah besiegt zu Boden, als Sam und Dean auf ihren einbandagierten Arm deuteten. ,,Wenn du Beute spielen willst, dann los!", sprach Dean zynisch und rümpfte die Nase missbilligend als Hana ihm den Mittelfinger entgegen streckte.

,,Wie im Kindergarten... . Wenn ihr beiden dann fertig mit streiten seit, würden wir gehen. Hana, Castiel ist selbst mit einem Fall beschäftigt. Jack kann deine Anweisungen hier im Bunker befolgen und dir Arbeiten abnehmen. Wenn irgendetwas sein sollte, dann ruf uns an.", und mit diesen letzten Worten von Sam, verließen die beiden den Bunker.

Hana sah zu Jack, welcher noch immer durch die Videokasetten stöberte.

,,Willst du einen Film schauen?", fragte sie den Nephilim und trat nãher an ihn heran. Er hatte die Stirn in Falten gelegt und hielt eine alte VHS hoch.

,,Hier, ich denke das ist gut.", sprach er und reichte Hana, das historische Objekt. Sie sah auf das Ettiket und verschluckte sich beinahe an ihrem eigenen Speichel. 'Reife Frauen und junge Männer', stand groß aufgeschrieben.

,,Jack, such dir bitte was anderes aus.", sprach die Blondhaarige und nahm neben ihm auf der Couch platz.

,,Ist, das ein Erwachsenenfilm?", entgegnete Jack unschuldig.

,,Eher ein Seniorendrama.", damit stöberte Jack weiter in der Kiste und fand zu Hanas Überraschung eine DVD.

,,Wow, das sieht toll aus!", er hielt mit einem strahlen Titanic in die Luft. Seufzend nickte die jüngste Winchester und deutete auf den DVD Player am Fernseher.

,,Nalos, leg es ein.", der Nephilim lies es sich nicht zweimal sagen und bediente den DVD Player so, wie Sam es ihm gezeigt hatte oder so ähnlich. Nach ein paar Anlaufschwierigkeiten, nahm er neben Hana platz und starrte gespannt auf den Bildschirm.

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,,Was machen die beiden?", Jack war voll und ganz im Film versunken. Hana derweil, scrollte gelangweilt durch ihr Handy, da sie den Film bereits zu oft gesehen hatte.

Seine Frage riss sie aus ihren Gedanken. Sie sah auf den Bildschirm und bekam sofort rote Wangen, als eine eher prikäre Szene zu sehen war.

,,Die-Die lieben sich Jack, das wirst du irgendwann verstehen!", stammelte sie schnell und sah zurück auf ihr Handy. Jack starrte weiterhin angestrengt auf den Fernsehbildschirm und versuchte zu verarbeiten was alles geschah. Er saß kerzengerade auf der Couch, hatte die Hände auf den Oberschenkeln abgelegt, während Hana ein Bein über die Lehne geschwenkt und das andere auf einem kleinen Beistelltisch abgelegt hatte.

Der Film lief eine halbe Ewigkeit, ehe ein Outro ertönte und der Abspann eingeleitet wurde.

,,Können wir ihn nochmal schauen?", auf die Frage hin, musste Hana seufzen. ,,Ich brauch erstmal eine Pause. Ich würde gerne etwas einkaufen gehen, willst du mitkommen?", fragte sie in ruhigem Ton.

,,Bekomme ich Nougat?", fragte er unschuldig. Lachend nickte Hana und stand auf um in die Küche zu gehen. Sie zog einen Korb und ihren Geldbeutel aus einem schmalen Regal.

,,Ich trage es!", sprach Jack schnell und nahm Hana die Gegenstände ab. Sie war nicht undankbar, mit nur einem Arm war es recht schwer Alltagstätigkeiten zu verrichten.

Es dauerte nicht lange und dann waren die beiden bereits auf dem Weg in den nahegelegen Ort. Ein relativ großer Wall Mart war dort angesiedelt, wo sie alles bekamen, was sie brauchten.

,,Der Mann im Film hieß Jack, genau wie ich. Hana, bedeutet das, dass ich auch im Meer sterben werde?", er sah gedankenverloren durch die Gegend und blieb dann mit seinem Blick an seiner Begleiterin hängen, welche nur den Kopf schüttelte.

,,Ich bin mir sicher, dass du garnicht wirklich auf diese Weise sterben kannst, mach dir also keine Sorgen.", mit einem sarkastischen Unterton konnte Hana Jack nicht vom Thema abbringen. Der Nephilim hatte den Blick weiterhin auf sie gerichtet.

,,Heißt das, dass wenn du auf dem Meer überlebst, dann überleben wir zusammen und haben kein trauriges Ende?", Jack stellte die besten Fragen. Hana sah nun auf und versuchte ein Lächeln zu unterdrücken.

,,Jack, ich bin eine Winchester. Selbst wenn ich ungeplant sterbe, sind die Chancen einer Auferstehung ziemlich hoch.", zum Ende hin musste sie schmunzeln. Jack sah sie fasziniert an. Er verstand noch nicht ganz, was Hanas Worte bedeuteten, doch er mochte es sie sprechen zu hören.

,,Sind wir Freunde?", fragte er nach einiger Zeit des Laufens. Seine Tonlage war fragend. Beinahe unsicher.

,,Natürlich. Wir sind sogar Familie, Jack.", die prompte Antwort von Hana, ließ den Nephilim strahlen.

,,Familie bedeutet, dass man auf sich achtet, sich schätzt und respektiert. Man ist durch Liebe vereint.", Hana wusste nicht warum, doch sie hatte das Bedürfnis, Jack ein paar Details mit auf den Weg zu geben.

,,Ich liebe Castiel, Sam, Dean und dich. Alle anders aber irgendwie auch alle gleich.", warum genau sie fortfuhr, wusste Hana selbst nicht. Ein leichter rosaschimmer legte sich auf ihre Wangen. Sie war froh, als Jack wieder gerade aus sah und beide stumm weiter liefen.

Im Wall Mart angekommen, kauften sie ein bisschen Gemüse, Fleisch und natürlich Nougat für Jack. Hana packte auch zwei Schalen mit Eiscreme in den Einkaufskorb.

,,Sam hat gesagt, wenn man zuviel Zucker isst dann wird man krank, hast du dir deswegen den Arm gebrochen?", Hana stand vor dem Sûßigkeitenregal und lachte leise auf.

,,Nicht ganz. Ich esse gerne Süßigkeiten aber meinen gebrochenen Arm habe ich einer nassen Treppe in einem Motel zu verdanken.", erklärte sie neutral. ,,Tut es sehr weh?", er begutachtete den bandagierten Arm. ,,Nicht mehr so wie am Anfang. In einer Woche kommt die Schiene weg und dann muss ich nur wieder mit dem Arm üben.", Hana streckte sich um eine Tüte Marshmallows zu kommen. Die Tüte lag im obersten Regalsegment und selbst auf Zehenspitzen erreichte sie dieses kaum. Ein Arm griff über ihre und holte die Tüte herunter.

,,Hier.", sprach Jack und legte sie für Hana in den Korb. Er lächelte sie sanft an. ,,Danke.", nachdem sie noch die restlichen Einkäufe zusammen gesammelt hatten, gingen sie zur Kasse.

,,Ist das nicht zu schwer, ich nehme dir etwas ab?", Hana sah wie Jack den Korb trug, welcher beinahe überquellte und wollte danach greifen, womit sie nicht rechnete, war das Jack ihre unverletzte Hand in seine nahm und stumm weiter lief.

,,Sam und Dean meinten ich soll dich unterstützen, das heißt ich bin nützlich.", sprach er nach einigen Sekunden mit stolzem Unterton.

,,Du bist immer nützlich.", entgegenete die Jägerin leise und lief neben Jack weiter.

Als sie wieder am Bunker ankamen, schloss Hana die die Tür auf. Jack trat vor ihr ein und sie ließ die Tür hinter sich zufallen, welche sich sofort wieder verriegelte.

,,Ich gehe den Einkauf verräumen, das kann ich. Kannst du mir zeigen wie man Essen kocht?", daraufhin wanderten beide in die Küche. Hana nahm am Thresen platz und instruierte Jack zu einfachen Tätigkeiten. Rührei, Nudelsuppe, Burger mit vier Zutaten, Jack lernte schnell.

Auf diese Art und Weise vergingen drei Tage. Jack wollte besonders Filme mit romantischem Plot schauen, danach spazieren und im Anschluss verschiedene Haushaltstätigkeiten üben. Er verstand es als leichtes, alle Fragen die er hatte offen zu stellen, bis sich die beiden eines Abends wieder auf der Couch vor dem Fernseher fanden. Jack saß deutlich dichter neben Hana. Er schien es nicht zu bemerken, doch Hana wurde wie so oft warm im Gesicht, als sie spürte wie sein Oberschenkel ihren berûhrte.

,,Was genau ist Liebe?", fragte der Nephilim mit gerunzelter Stirn. ,,Alle reden davon, die Filme handeln davon, du sagst du liebst deine Familie aber was bedeutet es. Liebst du deine Familie so wie Jack, Rose liebt?", er lehnte sich zurück und legte den Kopf in den Nacken, starrte an die Decke und legte wie sie oft seine Hände auf die Oberschenkel.

,,Liebe ist keine Einbahnstraße. Jeder spürt sie anders, wenn man jemanden liebt dann merkt man das. Und nein, ich liebe meine Familie nicht so wie Jack, Rose liebt. Familiäre Liebe und romantische Liebe sind auch ein Unterschied.", Hanas Erklärung befriedigte den Nephilim nicht. Er starrte weiterhin an die Decke.

,,Das verstehe ich nicht. Du sagt du liebst deine Familie und sagst, dass ich dazu geböre, bedeutet das, dass du mich nicht so liebst wie Jack, Rose liebt?", als Hana dachte, dass ihre Wangen nicht noch wärmer werden konnten, bewieß Jack ihr, das Gegenteil. Sie kam ins stocken und spürte wie ihr Herz schneller Schlug.

,,Ich verstehe nicht so ganz was Liebe ist, aber ich möchte dich nicht so behandeln wie Sam, Dean oder Castiel. Ich mag es deine Hand zu halten, mit dir Filme zu schauen, wie du mir Dinge erklãrst und meine Haare kämmst, wenn ich sie gewaschen habe. Du riechst auch besser...du siehst besser aus. Ich glaube nicht, dass ich dich so liebe wie die anderen. Ich möchte, dass wir so sind wie Jack und Rose.", der Nephilim klang frustriert. Noch immer starrte er an die Decke. Hana richtete sich etwas auf beobachtete seine Gesichtszüge.

,,Jack, wie lange empfindest du, das schon?", sie wusste nicht wo sie anfangen sollte. Ihr Herz pochte gegen ihre Brust. Er schien genau zu wissen was er empfand. Er hatte kein einzelnes Wort um es zu beschreiben doch für Hana lagen die Karten offen.

,,Wie lange? Seit ich dich, das erste mal gesehen habe.", er senkte seinen Kopf nun und sah ihr direkt in die Augen. ,,Wenn Liebe, das Wort ist, was es beschreibt, dann liebe ich dich. Ist das schlimm?", Jack rutschte näher an Hana und nahm ihre linke Hand in seine beiden.

,,Nein! Ich meine nein, das ist nicht schlimm. Jack, du bist mir sehr wichtig. Ich...mache mir Sorgen, dass du deine Gefühle nicht ganz sortieren kannst...ich möchte nicht, dass jemand von uns verletzt wird.", Hana wusste nicht wie ihr geschah. Jack lehnte sich weiter vor, bis sein Gesicht nur wenige Zentimeter von ihrem entfernt war.

,,Ich möchte für niemanden so empfinden, außer für dich.", sprach er leise.

Hanas Augen weiteten sich, als er für einen kurzen Moment seine Lippen auf ihre legte und wieder entfernte.

,,Ich liebe dich.", sprach er nun mit sicherer Stimme.

,,Ich liebe dich auch!", Hanas Kopf war feuerrot, als sie ihm antwortete. Ein strahlendes Lächeln legte sich auf Jacks Lippen, als er Hana etwas näher zu sich zog und in eine enge Umarmung zog.

Was die beiden nicht bemerkten, war der Umriss eines beigen Trenchcoats im Türrahmen. Castiel hatte, die Szene einige Minuten beobachtet. Er wollte sich nicht einmischen. Er lief leise zurück in den Hauptraum, des Bunkers und sah zu Sam und Dean, welche gerade durch die Tür eintraten und erschöpft von ihrem Auftrag wirkten.

,,Cas' alles klar?", sprach Dean und klopfte dem Engel zur Begrüßung auf die Schulter. Sam gab ihm einen Handschlag.

,,War deine Mission erfolgreich?", der jüngere Winchester sah sich um.

,,Nicht der Rede wert.", sprach Castiel gelassen.

,,Wo sind Hana und Jack?", fragte Dean weiter.

,,Die beiden sind gerade in einer Kennenlernphase, so ist es in den meisten Büchern beschrieben. Sicherlich möchten sie nicht gestört werden.", Castiel war trotz der langen Zeit die er mit den Winchesters verbrachte, noch nicht immer ganz der Experte darin, Situationen zu umschreiben. Sam, welcher sofort verstand worum es ging, fuhr sich einmal durch die Haare und bahnte sich danach einen Weg in sein Zimmer. Dean allerdings brauchte einige Momente mehr zu verstehen, was genau Castiel meinte.

,,Kennenlernphase?", fragte der älteste Winchester ungläubig. Castiel nickte nur und deutete zum Nebenraum.

,,Jack und Hana entdecken ihre jugendliche Liebe miteinander.", der folgende Gesichtsausdruck von Dean war nicht ganz zu deuten. Er wirkte schmerzgeplagt und wutentbrandt.

,,Ich bitte um Diskretion.", sprach Castiel, wohlwissend, das Dean bereits plante Jack in seine Einzelteile zu zerlegen.

,,Diese Familie...ich verliere den Verstand.", sprach Dean letztlich und zog nun auch fort in Richtung seines Zimmers.

Wenn Castiel es nicht besser wissen würde, wäre er sicher einfach reingeplatzt und hätte Jack und Hana gestört, doch er musste selber noch an einem Liebesbrief arbeiten. Schließlich bringen Engel, nicht nur schlechte Botschaften.

#supernatural #castiel #jack kline #sam winchester #dean winchester #own character #liebesbrief #romance

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takemetochrch · 2 years

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A gift from the universe in the form of @mklsnh ! ' i heard you are easily persuaded by nougat. ' « unprompted fun »

Loneliness, it desiccated the fragile flowers of optimism, suffocated sunny skies with ebony blankets, and . . . sent a nephilim on a mission of company and friendship. A monster he may have been, yet he wished to play games, learn to tickle someone, and hug his father until his arms ached. Was that so monstrous? Both the Winchesters and the supernatural appeared keen to sense the devilry inside him, and perhaps animals were capable of sniffing out the quirks in his genetic makeup, for Jack Kline struggled even attracting the attention of birds. Half of a bag of cereal was used to sedate his own gluttony while the other half was generously donated to the birds — rather the ground. He out out to the birds, flapped his arms, and threw the cereal all over the place (with some of it landing in his hair) yet not one pigeon appeared from dreary skies.

Defeated. Lonely. He dropped to one knee and reached for a crumb of cereal. No pigeons were around, no other souls to speak of, so what if he ate the cereal on the ground? Sam always told him it was a terrible thing wasting food. Jack didn’t receive the chance to dirty his mouth with ground cereal when a voice emerged from dark skies. Although startled, enough to jump upwards to his feet, he thought it an imagination of the mind until blue eyes connected with the stranger. Nougat. Expression brightened like a sunrise and hardly a beat passed before his response spilled from his mouth.

❝ Nougat? It’s my favorite! I even wrote a song about it! Do you — ❞ How could she had known about nougat, and, more importantly, that Jack loved it so much? Any brightness in his expression soured, and a hesitant step backwards was taken, followed by another. Eyes narrowed as fingers twitched, just waiting for the chance to strike.

❝ I bet you’re a demon, aren’t you? ❞

#𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ⇀ « answered »#mklsnh #* thank you !

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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They do!!

Jack is such a cutie for me, really. I really thought he'd be bad the moment he was born but all I got was a nougat loving baby 🍫 Definitely a great character to love! What was your favorite season?

Same! I screeched when I saw Gabe in Hell. Honestly everything he did just made me screech

Yes, I was so afraid of how the nephilim would turn out and the we got Jack🥺

I'm telling ya, I saw that boy at the police station and was ready to kill whoever might wrong him (including Dean).

Ohh I can't really choose a favourite season to be honest, they're already blurring together in my mind but looking back, I really liked season one. And maybe 5? There everything was falling apart but all the characters!! Cas was becoming more human, Gabe appeared and Sam and Dean were really working together for once without major fighting (I think)

#💥 anon #lovely anons #answered #season 13 spoilers

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amirosebooks · 5 years

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Dean’s Old Yeller Principle

“He made me so mad at first that I wanted to kill him. Then, later, when I had to kill him, it was like having to shoot some of my own folks. That’s how much I’d come to think of the big yeller dog.”

— Fred Gipson, Old Yeller, Chapter 1 (Published in 1942)

When I was twelve or thirteen my English teacher passed out copies of Old Yeller as assigned reading. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the book, the quote above from the opening chapter tells you most everything you need to know for the context of this meta post. And for those of us who are still emotionally scarred from the damned book, I’m sorry for dredging up those memories.

Now, before I go any further, a disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, this meta and interpretation of canon is my own. I’m not trying to “preach” to anyone about why Dean “is allowed” to be an asshole while he’s grieving or going through some shit. Or any other argument that consistently gets thrown back in the face of meta posts like this whenever Dean is being an emotional dick. You’re entitled to your interpretations, feelings and reactions, as am I. I’m merely offering this meta to 1) get it out of my mind 2) point and wave about the nods to this classic book that’s traumatized generations of American children 3) cheer Dean on for turning yet another teaching from the “older, wiser generation” John came from on its head.

Groovy? Okay, now we can move on.

I’m gonna throw the rest of this under the cut for length and to keep people who are sensitive to pets / animals dying in really sad ways from having their days ruined by talking more about the book unless they’re good with having that happen.

Now, as I said in my disclaimer bit, Old Yeller is largely considered classic literature here in the states. My memories of it are a weird mix of vague on the details and strong on the emotions it evoked. From what I remember, the main character was a young teenager when his family brought home Yeller. For whatever reason, our main character hated this dog. I don’t remember the details and they’re honestly not important to this meta. The hate he felt toward the dog is important. So is the fact that the hate slowly turned into love and devotion to the dog. Which made it even more gutting when, on a hunting trip (if I remember correctly) Yeller was bitten by a rabid animal and contracted rabies.

At the end of the novel, the Coates family are once again attacked by a wild animal, a wolf, and saved by Yeller’s bravery. Yeller is bit during the attack and becomes infected with rabies. Travis knows that despite his connection to Yeller and Yeller’s protection of his family, the dog must be killed before it becomes fully rabid and does any harm to him and his family. As the man of the house while his father is gone, Travis takes it upon himself to put Yeller out of his misery with his hunting rifle. Travis is heartbroken by what he has done, but knows that it was the right thing to do for his family. (From here.)

Sound familiar? Good. That’s what I thought too when we got the shot above in the graveyard in 14x20.

[Obviously, rabies, once there are symptoms like Yeller had, is incurrable, so putting him down was literally the only option. And we are talking here about Supernatural, which operates on soap opera rules so anything goes, but let’s just roll with the similarities for the sake of argument.]

I remember telling my husband while we were watching it “Dude, they’re really going to Old Yeller Jack, omg.” (I even made fanart of the moment.)

And then, something incredible happened.

Dean threw out the script yet again and set off season 15 with the dull thud of a gun being tossed into the grass.

Now, I hear you. “That’s great, Ami. Why should we care?”

Lemme tell you a thing, friend.

In order to tell you thing thing, I want to take a trip way back to season 4. Back when the brothers were still nose deep into John Winchester’s gospel of Monster = Evil = Kill The Thing.

(Screencaps are all from Home of the Nutty.)

4x21 - When the Levee Breaks

Sam: Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I’m asking you, for once, trust me.

Dean: No. You don’t know what you’re doing, Sam.

Sam: Yes, I do.

Dean: Then that’s worse.

Sam: Why? Look, I’m telling you-

Dean: Because it’s not something that you’re doing, it’s what you are! It means- Dean cuts himself off.

Sam: What? No. Say it. (Sam has tears in his eyes.)

Dean: It means you’re a monster. (Transcript from here.)

I remember the first time I watched the show and I got to this episode. That fucking line was such a gut punching moment. And it was such an effective and emotional moment that Ruby was able to extend it later to further manipulate Sam.

Now, the screencap I grabbed for this moment is of Dean in tears (well, that single man tear he’s known for) after labelling Sam a monster for a reason. I want to remind all of us of just how much it killed Dean to have to use that label for Sam. To have to try to rationalize that the boy he raised, his brother, the guy who has been there forever and has always been Dean’s charge to take care of is now the thing that Dean is going to have to put down because he falls under the label of monster.

You know what, let’s go back a little farther, to the first episode of season 2. To this moment:

Remember this look? The one we later learned was thanks to John telling Dean that Dean was going to need to put Sam down? That Sam was going to become a monster? Yeah, ouch.

I added the year Old Yeller was published (1942) to the quote at the top of this meta to help give some context about the time it was written and the world it was released into. I’d also like to make note that in 1957 (or about a year before Henry Winchester jumped forward in time to meet the brothers in season 8 and give them keys to the bunker and had to choose to abandon John when John was still a fairly young boy) Disney released a movie version of the book. It’s absolutely, if the movie exists in the SPN world, the kind of thing young John would have watched and taken some kind of black and white moral guidance from.

It’s the kind of book/movie that John would have probably (note, this is where we start diving into my own headcanons for a moment) made sure the boys were aware of when he started thinking about bringing them on hunts to keep them from freezing because the “person” on the other end of their shotgun is someone’s mom. I could see it being the kind of thing he’d use as a way to show them both that, yes, shit is hard but you have to do the right thing and sometimes that means killing the thing you love. At least, I could picture him thinking that way. (Also, this still makes me wonder about exactly how early John started suspecting there was something different about Sam, but that’s a whoooole other post.)

Moving on and forward to season 6.

6x20 - The Man Who Would Be King

Castiel: The angel-proofing Bobby put up on the house – he got a few things wrong.

Dean: Well, it’s too bad we got to angel-proof in the first place, isn’t it? Why are you here?

Castiel: I want you to understand.

Dean: Oh, believe me, I get it. Blah, blah, Raphael, right?

Castiel: I’m doing this for you, Dean. I’m doing this because of you.

Dean: Because of me. Yeah. You got to be kidding me.

Castiel: You’re the one who taught me that freedom and free will –

Dean: You’re a freakin’ child, you know that? Just because you can do what you want doesn’t mean that you get to do whatever you want!

Castiel: I know what I’m doing, Dean.

Dean: I’m not gonna logic you, okay? I’m saying don’t… Just ‘cause. I’m asking you not to. That’s it.

Castiel: I don’t understand.

Dean: Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family – that you are like a brother to me. So, if I’m asking you not to do something… You got to trust me, man.

Castiel: Or what?

Dean: Or I’ll have to do what I have to do to stop you.

Castiel: You can’t, Dean. You’re just a man. I’m an angel.

Dean: I don’t know. I’ve taken some pretty big fish. (Transcript from here.)

This was after two seasons of Cas fighting by their side. Two seasons of Cas giving heaven the middle finger on behalf of the Winchesters. It was enough time for Dean’s first reaction in a time of confusion on a hunt was to call Cas for help. And it was enough time for Dean to go from assuming Cas was a demon summoned with “bad mojo” to drag him out of hell on behalf of Sam to genuinely starting to care about Cas.

Dean did threaten to take Cas out here if he persisted down the path he was on, but you can tell by the rest of the conversation and just how hard it was to convince Dean that Cas was lying to them that Dean was hoping talking would work and he wouldn’t be forced to put Cas down.

Unfortunately…

6x22 - The Man Who Knew Too Much

Castiel: You doubted me, fought against me, but I was right all along.

Dean: Okay, Cas, you were. We’re sorry. Now let’s just defuse you, okay?

Castiel: What do you mean?

Dean: You’re full of nuke. It’s not safe. So, before the eclipse ends, let’s get them souls back to where they belong.

Castiel: Oh no, they belong with me.

Dean: No, Cas, it’s it-it’s scrambling your brain.

Castiel: No, I’m not finished yet. Raphael had many followers, and I must punish them all severely.

Dean: Listen to me. Listen, I know there’s a lot of bad water under the bridge, but we were family once. I’d have died for you. I almost did a few times. So if that means anything to you… Please. I’ve lost Lisa, I’ve lost Ben, and now I’ve lost Sam. Don’t make me lose you too. You don’t need this kind of juice anymore, Cas. Get rid of it before it kills us all.

Castiel: You’re just saying that because I won. Because you’re afraid. (Behind him, Sam picks up the angel killing sword.) You’re not my family, Dean. I have no family. (Sam stabs Castiel in the back with the angel killing sword. Sam groans. Nothing happens. Castiel pulls the sword out. There’s no blood on it. He puts it down.) I’m glad you made it, Sam. But the angel blade won’t work, because I’m not an angel anymore. I’m your new God. A better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you. (Transcript from here.)

Again, Dean tried to argue with the overpowered angel, he tried bargaining, pleading, and appealing to Cas’s fondness for them, but it didn’t work. Sam was the one who was forced to try stabbing Cas and it… also didn’t work.

7x01 - Meet the New Boss

Sam: Dean, look, I know you think that Cas is gone –

Dean: It’s 'cause he is.

Sam: He’s not! He’s in there somewhere, Dean. I know it.

Dean: No, you don’t.

Sam: No, I don’t. But, look, I was pretty far gone sometimes myself, and never gave up on me.

Dean: Yeah, and it turns out that you’re about the Same open book as you’ve always been. Hallucinations? Really? I got to find out from Death?

Sam: What was I supposed to do?

Dean: How about not lie? How about tell me that you’ve got crazy crap climbing those walls?

Sam: Why? You can’t help. You got a lot of pretty severe crap swinging your way lately, and – and I thought –what? I thought why burst the one good bubble you had left? It’s under control.

Dean: What? What, exactly, is under control?

Sam: I know what’s real and what’s not.

Dean: Sam –

Sam: Dean, look, we can debate this once we deal with Cas.

Dean: Yeah, you know how I’m gonna deal? I’m gonna stuff my piehole, I’m gonna drink, and I’m gonna watch some Asian cartoon p**n and act like the world’s about to explode because it is. Hey. You got to be kidding me. “Massacre at the campaign office of an incumbent Senator by a trench-coated man.” There’s security footage. Well, I think reaching Cas is, uh… out of the cards. (Transcript from here. And hopefully my slight censoring the last paragraph keeps tumblr from blacklisting this post into the aether…)

Here’s a sad thought for you, how often do you think–while Cas was terrorizing the country as Godstiel and, later, after he walked into the lake and exploded into Leviathan goo–Dean thought about how he should have listened to Bobby and Sam and taken Cas out before he had the chance to swallow the Leviathans and become super powered? Probably a lot, I’d guess.

This moment, as much as I, personally, hate seasons 6 and 7, went pretty damn far to reinforce this Old Yeller principle in Dean’s moral code.

He had to sit back and watch, literally, while someone he cared about went out of their goddamn mind with power while killing and terrorizing people. He had to do that knowing that there was a moment when he could have done something to prevent it. He could have killed Cas when he had him locked up in the ring of holy fire and they were having one of their many breakup moments.

Dean felt like he could have stopped all of this, but he’d been weak and tried talking it out first instead. And you can’t convince me that he didn’t check the news and every drop of blood Godstiel brought about to the blood on his own hands because of that choice to give Cas a chance to see reason.

10x09 - The Things We Left Behind

CASTIEL: How are you, Dean?

DEAN: Fine. [Cas gives him a look.] I’m great!

CASTIEL: No, you’re not.

DEAN: Yeah, well, I lost the black eyes, so that’s a plus. But I still have this. [Dean reaches over and gently slaps the Mark on his arm.]

CASTIEL: Is the Mark of Cain still affecting you?

[Dean flashes back to his dream from earlier, of the blood covering him, the dead bodies lying around him.]

CASTIEL: Dean?

[Dean blinks hard, coming back to the present.]

DEAN: Cas, I need you to promise me something.

CASTIEL: Of course.

DEAN: If I do go dark side, you got to take me out.

CASTIEL: What do you mean?

DEAN: Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin’ sun, whatever. And don’t let Sam get in the way, because he’ll try. I can’t go down that road again, man. I can’t be that thing again.

(Transcript from here.)

I may hate seasons 6 and 7, but holy damn do I love season 10. I know it’s not a favorite among many people in the fandom, but it’s one of mine.

This moment, this burger date of sadness and pain, is a big favorite for me. Dean sees the writing on the wall. He’s been a Knight of Hell now. He’s been as darkside as he can get. He’s, likely, being reminded daily of his time in Hell in the last ten years of his stay there where he was torturing souls. And he’s begging Cas to keep him from returning to that place. He’s begging Cas to adopt the Old Yeller principle because he sees it as the only option left if the mark consumed him again. And that kills me.

Let’s take another jump forward to season 13, where Dabb & Co really started putting Dean’s Old Yeller principle into text in a heavy, purposeful way.

13x02 - The Rising Son

SAM Dean, wait a second. (Sighs) The kid came through for us today. Jack saved us.

DEAN No. No, whatever that was, that was a reflex. It was a sneeze. Maybe next time he sneezes, he kills us. Good night.

[DEAN hears a clacking sound coming from a distance. He follows the noise to JACK’s room.] JACK Ah!

[DEAN finds JACK trying to stab himself with a blade. The wounds immediately heal.]

DEAN Okay. What the hell? (he gets in the room) Give me that. You—Don’t be an idiot. Look, A, this is not gonna do anything to you, okay? And B, you… What the hell?

JACK Exactly. What the hell am I? I can’t control… whatever this is. I will hurt someone.

DEAN You know, my brother thinks you can be saved.

JACK You don’t believe that.

DEAN No, I don’t.

JACK So… if you’re right?

DEAN If I’m right… and it comes to killing you… I’ll be the one to do it.

[DEAN leaves.]

(Transcript from here.)

Can I just bask in the glory of the grieving widow!Dean arc from the beginning of 13 for a moment? I’d also like to take a moment to 🙌 Jack for being a wonderful Team Free Will mirror (and mimic) from the word go.

Ahhh…

Okay, moving on.

I loved this bit in 13x02 so much. Partially because it’s such a heavy handed foreshadow to 14x20, but also because it shows so clearly how good Jack is at reading the emotions in the room. He’s, like, three days old at that point, but he’s already having an existential crisis about whether or not he’s evil. He already understands (yes, thanks to jackass grieving widow!Dean…) the whole Monster = Evil = Kill The Thing.

He also shows that he understands the Old Yeller principle. And, for better or worse, he and Dean reach an unspoken agreement here about it. (Again, this is my reading. Your mileage may vary.)

13x04 - The Big Empty

JACK I’m afraid.

MIA/KELLY Why? Why are you afraid?

JACK Sam thinks you were right, that—that I’m good. He wants me to believe it, and I wanna believe it, too. It’s just, I… I’ve hurt people. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. And I know I should feel bad, and I say I feel bad, but most of the time, I mostly… I don’t feel anything. And that’s why I think maybe… Maybe I’m a monster.

MIA/KELLY Jack. It doesn’t matter what you are. It matters what you do. And even monsters can do good in this world.

JACK You really believe that?

MIA/KELLY I have to. I have to.

[MIA hugs JACK again.]

(Trancript from here.)

Killing me would be kinder than subjecting me to these feelings so soon after being introduced to this fucking character. Omg. Poor Jack.

Now, yes, a huuuuge part of Jack’s opinion of monsters and the whole “What do we do with monsters children? That’s RIGHT, we kill them.” thing is because Dean is an asshole when he’s emotional and grieving and deep into survival mode.

But, that doesn’t change the fact that Jack is still worried about the fact that he doesn’t feel things the way that everyone else seems to. That he has powers no one, including him, can understand. And that he’s killed people without meaning to. He’s afraid of himself just like Dean was afraid of what he was capable of if the mark took him over again.

13x23 - Let The Good Times Roll

(Sam continues down the hallway while Dean turns to another hallway and approaches his bedroom door. He stops as if to listen to something and then continues down the hall, away from his bedroom door. He enters Jack’s room, where Jack is sleeping and talking in his sleep)

JACK Stop! No!

DEAN Jack? (Dean touches Jack’s shoulder to wake him) Hey. (Jack jumps up, anxious and disoriented. Dean holds out his hand towards Jack to calm him) Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. You’re just having a bad dream.

JACK (breathing heavily) Sorry.

DEAN It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I have 'em, too. All the time.

JACK You do?

DEAN Sure.

JACK You, um… What do you see?

DEAN Well, depends. Mostly…mostly people I couldn’t save.

JACK Me, too. Over there in the other world, I said I’d protect those people. But…I saw so many of them die. And…I tried to save them. I…I tried, but… I’m sorry. I wasn’t strong enough.

DEAN Jack… (Dean sits on the edge of Jack’s bed) it’s not about being strong. I mean… Look, I don’t know what you saw over there, and I don’t know what you went through. I know it was bad. But I also know that you came out the other side because you are strong. But even when we’re strong, man, things are gonna happen. We’re gonna make mistakes. Nobody’s perfect. Right? But we can get better. Every day, we can get better. So whatever you’re dealing with, you know, whatever…whatever comes at us, we’ll figure out a way to deal with it, together. You’re family, kid, and we look after our own.

(Transcript from here.)

It’s not about being strong. IT’S NOT ABOUT BEING STRONG.

This is where we veer away from Old Yeller a tiny bit because, again, in the book Yeller had rabies which they could do nothing about.

The moments I’ve highlighted in this post all come back to one motivation. The overpowered person/angel/asshole in question was trying to gain enough strength through supernatural (lol) means in order to have the power to destroy a (perceived) bigger threat than whatever the cost was to get that power.

Sam’s demon blood drinking was supposed to give him the power to destroy Lucifer and get revenge for Mary and John and their lost childhood. It went badly and earned Sam the label of monster and falling, at least temporarily, into the territory of the Old Yeller principle.

Cas started lying to the brothers and working with Crowley so they could gain the power to stop heaven from starting yet another apaocalypse. Cas wanted to keep the Winchesters (Dean) safe from being destroyed in a holy war after being forced to fight his brother to the death. Again, this did not go well and lead to Cas succumbing to the Leviathans’s power and dying front of Dean after losing the Winchester’s trust.

Dean took on the Mark of Cain to defeat Abaddon, the evil that made John grow up without a father. It left him torn between going on a, essentially, soulless killing spree or becoming a Knight of Hell… again.

Hell, even the way Jack came into the world was fraught with Sam lying to Dean about working with the BMoL to have the power and strength to defeat Lucifer/the nephilim. Not to mention the months of lying Cas did after he decided that Jack’s power and strength was the only way they could destroy Lucifer once and for all. Again, this ended with Cas dying in front of Dean and the BMoL trying to exterminate everyone including the American hunters.

That’s the lesson Dean is trying to instill (hypocritically, let’s be honest) to Jack here. Strength and power come at a terrible cost and if you can solve a problem without resorting to that level of fuckery that things will be better.

And, also, that if things do go bad, that Jack is family and “we look after our own.” To Dean, this is where the Old Yeller principle kicks in. It is, in a rather fucked up but well earned way, the best option he knows for making sure another one of his loved ones doesn’t fall under that monster label. That none of them end up with more blood on their hands or bringing about the end of the world, again, because of their soap opera problems.

13x23 - Let The Good Times Roll

JACK I’m sorry.

(Jack walks towards the exit and Castiel goes to follow him)

CASTIEL Jack!

(Dean grabs Castiel’s arm)

DEAN No, hey, just – just let him go.

(Jack is walking through the woods, banging a closed fist into his hand and punching his shoulder)

JACK You keep hurting people! You keep… (Jack flashes back to all the people he has hurt with his powers – Nate, Sam, Dean, the female police officer) hurting… (flash to the male sheriff) (yelling) Why do you keep hurting people?!

(Transcript from here.)

This lesson, the lesson of power and strength not being the best answer because of the cost it comes with is not an easy one to learn. Especially when you were born as a superpowered, emotional Winchester by adoption. Life is scary when that’s the hand you’ve been dealt and using the power you have is an appealing balm to combat that fear.

13x23 - Let The Good Times Roll

JACK (moving towards Lucifer, eyes glowing and hand outstretched)Tell me the truth!

(Lucifer’s eyes start to glow, his head tilts to the side and he starts speaking)

LUCIFER She saw me when I was scouting out the bunker. She saw me and she screamed, and then…so I crushed her skull with my bare hands. And it was warm and wet, and I liked it.

(Lucifer’s eyes return to normal and he looks confused)

JACK You’re not my father. You’re a monster.

LUCIFER (yelling) Come on, man! (Lucifer bellows so forcibly that Sam and Dean cover their ears, his eyes glowing red) Okay. I tried with you. I really tried with you.

JACK Everything you told me was a lie.

LUCIFER Because I told you what you wanted to hear, man. So what?! I killed the girl! Big deal! She’s a – she’s a human! She doesn’t matter!

JACK So am I!

LUCIFER Yeah? And that’s your problem. (pointing at Jack) You’re too much like your mother.

(Transcript from here.)

To me, this moment reads as Jack embracing that black and white Winchester thinking. He has yet (even now that’s he’s currently dead in season 15) to grasp the concept of people being morally gray. He sees himself as either embracing the monster side of himself from his bio dad or rejecting that side of himself to embrace Kelly’s human side. The side that can’t hurt people on accident. The side that makes him more like the Winchesters. Because he doesn’t want to fall under than monster label. He doesn’t want to fall under that Old Yeller principle. He doesn’t want to hurt so many people that he will have to die because neither he or anyone else can control him.

Yes, this moment is FAR more complicated than just that, but it’s definitely part of it.

14x10 - Nihilism

DEAN Sam said that one of your reapers really came through with the assist. I’m thinking that was probably you.

BILLIE Don’t tell anyone.

DEAN You broke the rules.

BILLIE I took a calculated risk. I warned you about the dangers of jumping from world to world. But you ignored me, didn’t you?

DEAN Rescuing Mom and Jack, helping out those other folks – I’d say it was worth it.

BILLIE And just look at you now. Do you remember visiting my reading room? The shelves and shelves of notebooks describing the ways you might die?

DEAN Yeah. Upbeat classics.

BILLIE Well, it’s the funniest thing, but they’ve all been rewritten. They all end the same way now – with the archangel Michael escaping your mind and using you as his vessel to burn down this world.

DEAN All of them?

BILLIE All of them. Except one.

(Billie hands Dean a book. He opens it and then looks at her, stunned)

DEAN What am I supposed to do with this?

BILLIE That’s up to you.

(Dean looks at the book again and when he looks up, Billie is gone. He looks back at the book and then looks around, a mixture of fear and confusion on his face)

(Transcript from here.)

Remember what I said about Dean being well aware of the price that has to be paid in exchange for the power and strength to defeat supposedly unbeatable enemies?

Yeah… Dean “knows” that the time has come for him to call his own bluff. The one from all the way back in 10x09 (not that he was bluffing then, but he didn’t have to take action on it then) when he asked Cas to take him out. “Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin’ sun, whatever.”

We didn’t know that was what this moment was until the next episode. But this is the moment when the Old Yeller principle went into effect again. And you can see how much it hurts Dean, how resigned and heartbroken he is over it.

14x11 - Damaged Goods

DEAN It’s a Ma’lak box. [DEAN closes the door to the box. He and SAM are standing over it.] Secured and warded. Once inside… nothing gets out, not even an archangel. Especially an archangel.

SAM Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve – I’ve read about these, but – but no one’s ever – they’re impossible to build.

DEAN Yeah, well, not so much.

SAM That’s your plan? You want to be buried alive?

DEAN Buried’s not safe enough. Plan is, pay a little hush money, charter a boat to take me out to the Pacific. Splash.

SAM You and Michael, trapped together – for eternity?

DEAN Yeah.

SAM You do realize how insane this is, right?

DEAN It’s the only sane play I’ve got. Michael gets out, that’s it for this world. And he will get out.

SAM Well, how do you know that for sure?

DEAN Because I do. Because I can feel him in my head. That door is giving. I can feel it giving.

SAM But there has to be another way.

DEAN There’s not, okay? There – Sam you’ve tried. Cas has tried. Jack… And I love you for trying. But none of it’s gonna work.

SAM We don’t know that.

DEAN Yeah, we do.

SAM What?

DEAN Billie.

SAM Billie?

DEAN She paid me a little visit. She said that there’s only one way this ends right. And this is it. This, right here, this box. So, she gave up the special recipe, and all I had to do was the work. It’s fate.

SAM Since when do we believe in fate?

DEAN Now, Sam. Since now.

(Transcript from here.)

Here is the moment. The one where Dean was at his absolute lowest. When he hit that point where resignation about his fate met having to act on his principles.

14x12 - Prophet and Loss

DEAN Well, I will call this a win. Kinda nice. Going out on a high. SAM “Going out” being the operative phrase. DEAN Sorry. SAM “Sorry.” How sorry are you? Sorry that you fight to keep Donatello alive, but when it comes to you, you just throw in the towel? Or are you sorry that, after all these years, our entire lives, a-after I’ve looked up to you, after I’ve learned from you, I-I-I’ve copied you, I followed you to Hell and back… are you sorry that all of that it – it – it means nothing now? DEAN Who’s saying that? SAM You are, when you tell me I have to kill you. When you’re telling me that I have to just throw away everything we stand for, throw away faith, throw away family. We’re the guys who saved the world. We don’t just check out of it! [SAM pushes DEAN.] DEAN Sam, I have tried everything. Everything! I got one card left to play and I have to play it. SAM You have one card today! But we’ll find another tomorrow. But if you quit on us today, there will be no tomorrow! You tell me, uh, you don’t know what else to do. I don’t either, Dean. Not yet. But what you’re doing now, i-it’s – it’s wrong! It’s quitting! I mean, l-look what just happened. Donatello never quit fighting. So we could help him because he never gave up. [SAM moves closer to DEAN.] I believe in us, Dean. [DEAN doesn’t say anything. SAM gets angry and punches DEAN in the face.] I believe in us. [SAM tries to punch DEAN again, but he stops him.] DEAN Hey, hey, hey, hey! [SAM hugs DEAN.] SAM Why don’t you believe in us, too? DEAN Okay, Sam. Let’s go home. SAM What? [SAM pulls away from the hug.] DEAN Let’s go home. Maybe Billie’s wrong. Maybe. But I do believe in us.

(Transcript from here.)

And just like Dean predicted in 10x09, Sam was able to talk him out of sacrificing himself. How was he able to do that? By reminding Dean that they were the fucking Winchesters. They fucked with the cosmic balance constantly and always, always found another way. A way to avoid the Old Yeller principle. A way to live and fight again.

Which, they totally did, but the price of not throwing Dean into the ocean for an eternity of alone time with alt!Michael banging away in his head was their adopted child.

14x20 - Moriah

JACK: You’re not gonna lock me up again, are you?

DEAN: No.

(Dean raises the gun, aims at Jack and exhales deeply. Jack kneels down and bows his head. Dean, looking puzzled, lowers the gun and walks closer towards Jack. When he’s right in front of Jack, he aims the gun directly at his head. At this moment Sam comes speeding into the cemetery, car tires screeching. He gets out of the car and starts running towards Dean and Jack)

SAM: Dean? Dean!

JACK: (to Dean) I understand.

(Sam is still running, yelling for Dean. The music is getting more suspenseful as Dean holds his aim steady at Jack)

SAM: Dean, don’t! Dean? Dean!

JACK: I know what I’ve done.

SAM: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Dean! Hey, hey, hey! Dean!

DEAN: Stay back, Sam!

SAM: (Panting)

JACK: And you were right all along. (Chuck comes up alongside Sam) I am a monster.

SAM: (to Chuck) Do something. … You’re enjoying this.

CHUCK: Shh.

(Dramatic music plays)

(Dean cocks the gun. He looks Jack in the eye for several seconds and then slowly lowers the gun. At this point, Castiel also comes running towards the area)

(Dean uncocks the gun and tosses it to the side)

(Transcript from here.)

I have yet to rewatch this episode, but from what I remember I don’t think it had completely sunk in to Dean in that moment of choice that Chuck was there revealing that he was invested in the outcome of this showdown between Dean and Jack. In that moment, that split second of choice between following through with what he’d believed for so long for following through with an extension of the order John gave him about Sam back in the hospital back in 2x01, Dean made a choice for himself. And that choice was to believe that they’d find another way. He decided that when it came right down to it, he couldn’t kill his child for making the same bargain for power and strength that he himself had made multiple times over the last 14 seasons.

He was also directly confronted with a similar situation to that from the end of season 6 and beginning of 7 with Cas and the Leviathans, in that when it really came down to it, he wasn’t capable of murdering someone he considered family.

And then Chuck had to go and erase any chance they had in following up on that. He killed Jack so that they didn’t have a chance to find a way to help Jack balance the power he’d absorbed from destroying Michael or living without his soul.

So yeah, from where we sit now with only one episode of season 15 under our belts waiting with baited breath to see where the rest of this end of the road season takes us, it makes sense that Dean, of all people, would be in the middle of an emotional fucking collapse. And that he would be a huge, whiny, pissbaby douchebag about it because that’s the Dean Winchester way.

Does that make his behavior okay? No, of course not. But does that turn any of the rest of them into saints? Nope, of course not. And I, personally, wouldn’t have it any other way. I like that they’re flawed and fucked up and keep getting back up and going back to each other and keep trying. That’s why we’ve had 15 goddamn seasons of this. Because it’s what they do.

#15x01 #spn spoilers #spn parallels #jack kline #dean winchester #spn meta #season 15 #jack the nougat nephilim #my spn meta #tumblr mobile ate this post the first time i tried posting it but it was in the cache on my laptop so it's back!

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bluefirecas · 3 years

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hey, here’s a friendly reminder that your original content is incredible!!! let’s spread some support by sharing this message to 10 other blogs whose creations you love, and don’t break the chain❤️✨ have a great day/night and remember that you’re loved!!!

Hi beautiful!

Thank you so muchhhhhh you poetry wizard 😭❤️

Would you like some mangoes? I have nothing else to offer 😩😩

Ps: ily and have a relaxing day/night✨ (though I feel like it's probably night for you!!!!!!)

#kissies jack!!!!!!!!#q - do you also like NOUGAT like our beloved nephilim?#hehehehe #❤️

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angelic-arsonist · 4 years

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Window Jack (if you call him belphegor I’ll go to your house and steal all of your milk) now has nougat.

#spn #supernatural #jack kline #nephilim #nougat #alex calvert

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aarmadildos · 4 years

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I just realised I've started to subconsciously do Jacks little wave thing

#I don’t know why but 🤷🏻‍♀️#Jack Kline #spn #supernatural #nephilim #nougat #Alexander Calvert #Alex Calvert #al cal

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What if Chuck got his worlds mixed up and "our" Jack turned up in Good Omens? Please don't hate me! 😈😇🤣

Holy shit, there is nothing to hate you for, anon, this is absolute genius! 😮

Think how excited Aziraphale would be to have a Nephilim around, half human, half angel to mould in his own special way. Then how cool, calm and collected Crowley would be, putting up a token fight because he always thinks he has to, but really we know that he would love it just as much because of the kid’s father being Lucifer and that would make his demony, snakey heart so happy! They spent years undercover looking after Adam, but now they’re on their own side they don’t have to worry about Heaven or Hell, they could just enjoy being Jack’s dads right out there in the open for the whole world to see.

Aziraphale could teach Jack magic! Crowley would hate it but also love it because it would make his Angel happy, and Jack would feel so excited when he masters all the tricks... and then he can show off some of his powers to the husbands. Oh, and his wings, OMG, Aziraphale would fuss over them so much, and Crowley would also have a wistful stroke and marvel at how similar to, yet different from his own black ones. *lip wobble*

Imagine how happy both beige clad angel boys would be in the bookshop reading to their heart’s content, Jack excitedly telling them all about Sam, the Men of Letters and the books they had at the bunker. They’d sit up late until Jack couldn’t keep his eyes open, Aziraphale would make sure he’s covered up in a blanket, maybe alongside Crowley who’s already fallen asleep because he’s bored with all the book talk, but he did it with a smile on his face because he’s happy there with his ineffable husband and their new son.

Crowley could teach Jack to drive the Bentley and Jack would be so proud to tell his cool dad all about how he already drove once and that, too, was also in a sleek black classic car that always had rock music on. He’d tell him all about Dean and of course Crowley will love him because, you know, Dean’s awesome and there’s the whole demon thing as well. Jack would tell him how the hunter wanted to kill him at first but then how Dean grew to love him so much, even after the Nephilim made huge mistakes, because breaking the first seal on their own Apocalypse and all, nobody’s perfect. Crowley would tell the kid about how he used to be Crawley, and Jack in turn would tell him that his name changed, too, and that he's a Winchester, now, not a Kline. 💖😭

The only monsters Jack would have to worry about are the ones in fairy tales and they’d all be free to just be together. How adorable would it be for Jack to go and feed the ducks and get nougat ice cream with his new family?! He’d obviously miss his dads from the other world like crazy, but he’d know that Sam and Dean were missing him too but they’d safe, happy, on a beach somewhere (whether it’s in Heaven or on Earth) and that they’d be together, always. 💖

(Cas would be off doing Cas things and he’d be happy, too. )

Ohhh, this makes me so soft and happy and my feels just can’t take it!*cries in both fandoms* 😆💖😭

(Also I would like to change my answer for a crossover to this!)