STOP THIS IS THE MOST BRILLIANT AND SUBTLE FORESHADOWING
LIKE THAT LINE SLIPS PAST US BECAUSE WE THINK HE’S KIDDING AROUND BUT IN ACTUALITY
HE WAS USING HER THE ENTIRE TIME AND HE KNEW IT
like is no one gonna pick up that HE IS THE ONE WHO STOPS HER SONG ABOUT FREEDOM? HE CUTS HER DOWN WITH HIS HORSE.
“I know it all ends tomorrow,
So it has to be today
‘Cuz for the first time in forever
For the first time in forever
Nothing’s in my way!”AND SLAM. HANS IS IN HER WAY. NO ONE IS GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS FORESHADOWING
WOW ACTUALLY REALLY EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS THOUGH BECAUSE YOU KNOW. JACK BEING ABLE TO KNIT TOGETHER FROM ALL SORTS OF DEAD STATES.I SHOULDN’T WANT TO SUDDENLY MAKE THIS DEAD!JACK/SAM WUT
Oh, he’d really done it this time. Sam knelt beside what was left of Captain Jack Harkness with tears in his eyes. Knowing Jack could come back from this didn’t make it better. It never did, because Jack always came back screaming, and the worse it was the longer it took.
He picked up Jack’s head, kissing the cold lips gently. “I’ll take care of you,” he said quietly. “I promise.”
#because I’m a terrible human being#and then he wraps the head up and keeps it in the trunk of the Impala#Dean’s reaction to finding that would be hilarious actually#I’m going to hell for this
Running with your tags…
“Sam what the hell is THIS?” Dean glared at his little brother, one hand still on the trunk of the Impala.
With a sinking feeling, Sam slunk around the side of the car. “It’s…Jack.”
“Dude, It’s a head. And why is it in my trunk?”
“He’ll come back, Jack always come back.” Sam picked it up and cradled it gently.
Dean stared at his brother as if he’d suddenly grown a second head of his own. He began to speak, then thought better of it and slammed the trunk closed. “We’ve got a ghost to hunt and your little friend there is not invited!”
Quick little superwood Sam/Jack for awabubbles:
Bound – While Dean and Cas are away, Jack and Sam can play.
teaser below the cut
Jack put down a stack of books next to Sam’s arm. Dean and Cas were out hunting, leaving the research to Sam and Jack. Sam leaned back and ran a hand through his hair as he eyed the formidable stack.
Chuckling, Jack leaned against the table and watched him. “You should take a break.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” smiled Sam. Moving suddenly he flipped Jack over and pinned him face down against the table. Jack’s grunt was suspiciously like a moan as he looked back over his shoulder.
“Dean and Cas could be back any moment,” he said. “You sure this is how you want them to find us?”
“Us?” Sam leaned closer to his ear. “I could just tie you to the table.”
