people who ship two characters from completely separate films or series are metal as fuck like they will literally never have any canonical interaction between their otp and they still believe in their true and perfect love like bless you guys you are some hardcore romantics
“We’ll see.” Eve held out a hand. “Needle,” she commanded. “We’re going to take a little sample and see what it does.”
She wasn’t gentle extracting Jack’s blood, but she did give the resultant wound a…
Dean kept a close eye on Sam as he worked. Finally the were pretty sure it was down to an isolated farmhouse in Iowa. He could tell his brother was nearing exhaustion.
“Sam get some sleep,” said Dean, watching the house. “We’ll hit it at dusk.” He checked his gun and sat down to keep watch.
“We’ll see.” Eve held out a hand. “Needle,” she commanded. “We’re going to take a little sample and see what it does."
She wasn’t gentle extracting Jack’s blood, but she did give the resultant wound a little kiss when she was finished. “You’re going to help me save my children,” she promised. “And then I can give you whatever you need.”
Dean ate his burger as Sam stomped back to the car and got in. “No luck?”
Sam shook his head and dug his own food out of the bag, making a face as he unwrapped it, but eating it anyway.
"There has to be a way we can track him down,” said Dean around a mouthful of food. “A spell, maybe?”
“Yeah, but I thought we weren’t going to touch those. They’re—” Sam stopped, shaking his head.
“You were gonna say ‘dangerous’, weren’t you,” Dean said flatly.
Sam made a face. “…Yeah, I was. Then I remembered that Jack’s part of our family now, and ‘dangerous’ is part and parcel of that. So we’re gonna use it. Remember how Ruby tracked down Lilith…?”
“With a candle and a map, yeah? Do you know how to do it?” Dean rubbed his face. He didn’t like the idea any more than Sam, but his little brother was right; they owed Jack this much at least.
“I disagree. It’s fascinating, really. Your soul is completely tied to your body. I doubt that anything could release it short of burning every shred of you to ash. And even then…” She ran her fingers along the blade, coating her delicate hands with Jack’s blood. “If I can find out how, I can keep my children safe again.”
"There’s nothing you can do,” said Jack. “I can’t just pass it along. You can’t cast a spell for this. It was an accident that I’m this way as it is.”
Jack had no idea what he could tell the crazy women, but being filleted and dissected to find out how ticked was not of his favorite pastimes. He wondered if the Winchester’s were even looking for him. Well, Sam wouldn’t give up, that he was pretty certain about.
“We’ll see.” Eve held out a hand. “Needle,” she commanded. “We’re going to take a little sample and see what it does."
She wasn’t gentle extracting Jack’s blood, but she did give the resultant wound a little kiss when she was finished. “You’re going to help me save my children,” she promised. “And then I can give you whatever you need.”
Dean ate his burger as Sam stomped back to the car and got in. "No luck?”
Sam shook his head and dug his own food out of the bag, making a face as he unwrapped it, but eating it anyway.
“There has to be a way we can track him down,” said Dean around a mouthful of food. “A spell, maybe?”
“They’re only human,” a vampire said roughly. “Our Mother will crush them easily."
"See? They’re not important.” Eve gave him a sweet little grin. “But I’d love to know just what you are, you fascinating creature.”
"Just a human,” smiled Jack.“Nothing that special.”
She moved swiftly, stabbing him in the chest.
Jack gasped awake a few minutes, giving her a glare. “That was unnecessary.”
“I disagree. It’s fascinating, really. Your soul is completely tied to your body. I doubt that anything could release it short of burning every shred of you to ash. And even then…” She ran her fingers along the blade, coating her delicate hands with Jack’s blood. “If I can find out how, I can keep my children safe again.”
"There’s nothing you can do,” said Jack. “I can’t just pass it along. You can’t cast a spell for this. It was an accident that I’m this way as it is.”
Jack had no idea what he could tell the crazy women, but being filleted and dissected to find out how ticked was not of his favorite pastimes. He wondered if the Winchester’s were even looking for him. Well, Sam wouldn’t give up, that he was pretty certain about.
[#I LOVE THE IDEA OF DEAN DRIVING SLOWLY TRYING TO GET SAM’S ATTENTION #SAM #SAM STOP BEING A BITCH#AND SAMS LIKE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU JERK I’M GONNA TELL JACK YOU USED HIS HEAD AS A GODDAMN SOCCER BALL #NO BUT SAM KEEP CONSTANT TABS ON JACK’S HEAD #AND LIKE UNCONSCIONSLY HE’S ALWAYS REACHING OUT TO TOUCH IT #MAKE SURE ITS THERE #SO HE KNOWS THE SECOND ITS GONE #OH GOD MY HEART
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Dean gulped. He’d been lucky enough to miss Jack’s resurrections, so he knew next to nothing about it, and his and Sam’s had always been instantaneous. But Jack’s weren’t, and between the two of them, Sam was the expert.
“Okay, I get the point. Get in the car,” he said hoarsely. “We’re getting back to the hotel and getting cleaned up and packed, and then we’re gonna find Jack."
——
Jack finally found himself dragged back to consciousness, oddly pain-free and almost warm.
"…Sam?”
“Not exactly.” A young brunette leaned over him, smiling gently. “You can call me Eve, actually.”
Jack started to sit up and found himself cuffed. “Well that’s not usually how I start a relationship.” He looked past her and frowned at the….people? creatures?
“Where am I? What do you want with me? Where are the Winchesters?”
Eve stroked Jack’s cheek thoughtfully. “My children thought you were one of us. You’re not, but you almost could be. Who are the Winchesters?”
A slight shudder went through the group of creatures behind her, but they remained silent, feigning ignorance.
“Looks like you should ask your friends there. They’re friends of mine though, so if you know what’s good for you, you should probably just let me go, lady.” Jack gave her a dark smile
“They’re only human,” a vampire said roughly. “Our Mother will crush them easily."
"See? They’re not important.” Eve gave him a sweet little grin. “But I’d love to know just what you are, you fascinating creature.”
"Just a human,” smiled Jack.“Nothing that special.”
She moved swiftly, stabbing him in the chest.
Jack gasped awake a few minutes, giving her a glare. “That was unnecessary.”
[#I LOVE THE IDEA OF DEAN DRIVING SLOWLY TRYING TO GET SAM’S ATTENTION #SAM #SAM STOP BEING A BITCH#AND SAMS LIKE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU JERK I’M GONNA TELL JACK YOU USED HIS HEAD AS A GODDAMN SOCCER BALL #NO BUT SAM KEEP CONSTANT TABS ON JACK’S HEAD #AND LIKE UNCONSCIONSLY HE’S ALWAYS REACHING OUT TO TOUCH IT #MAKE SURE ITS THERE #SO HE KNOWS THE SECOND ITS GONE #OH GOD MY HEART
these tags mean we’re doin’ it right awww yeah]
Dean gulped. He’d been lucky enough to miss Jack’s resurrections, so he knew next to nothing about it, and his and Sam’s had always been instantaneous. But Jack’s weren’t, and between the two of them, Sam was the expert.
“Okay, I get the point. Get in the car,” he said hoarsely. “We’re getting back to the hotel and getting cleaned up and packed, and then we’re gonna find Jack."
——
Jack finally found himself dragged back to consciousness, oddly pain-free and almost warm.
"…Sam?”
“Not exactly.” A young brunette leaned over him, smiling gently. “You can call me Eve, actually.”
Jack started to sit up and found himself cuffed. “Well that’s not usually how I start a relationship.” He looked past her and frowned at the….people? creatures?
“Where am I? What do you want with me? Where are the Winchesters?”
Eve stroked Jack’s cheek thoughtfully. “My children thought you were one of us. You’re not, but you almost could be. Who are the Winchesters?”
A slight shudder went through the group of creatures behind her, but they remained silent, feigning ignorance.
“Looks like you should ask your friends there. They’re friends of mine though, so if you know what’s good for you, you should probably just let me go, lady.” Jack gave her a dark smile
Sam lost the head hunting a werewolf a week later. He’d left it in the room, and they’d ended up staying out all night trying to find the monster. By the time they’d managed to stumble back to the motel, bloody and exhausted, Sam’s bed showed clear signs of disturbance and the bag he’d kept Jack’s head in was ripped wide open.
“Jack?!” He ran over to his bed, exhaustion forgotten as he tore the covers aside, trying to find any sign of Jacks’s remains. “Dean! His head’s gone!"
Dean, hard as he tried, couldn’t muster up the energy to care as much as Sam clearly did. “Dude. We’re both hurt. Let’s focus on that, then we start looking, okay?”
Sam just stared at him. “It’s Jack. When he comes back, he’s gonna need us to be there. Don’t you care about that?”
"For God’s sake, Sam, focus on us first! Salt line’s not broken, and the sigils are still in one piece, so whatever it was, it’s probably nothing dangerous. We’re gonna run a sweep, rest up, and look later.”
Sam’s lips thinned. He said nothing more as he picked up his shotgun and headed back out of the door, slamming it behind him.
Dean stared at the door. With a sigh he wiped his hands on his pants and collected their bags. It didn’t take too long to find Sam angrily walking down the side of the road. Of course nobody was going to pick him up this time of night and looking like that.
"Come on, Dude, get in the car.”
Sam ignored him and kept walking as Dean drove slowly along.
“Look,” Dean ran a hand through his hair. “He always come back, right? He memorized your number. He’ll call.”
Sam turned towards him, furious. “Yeah, he’ll call when he’s screaming in pain as his body tries to put itself back together.”
Dean was surprised, Jack had never really told him much about himself. “Is it that bad?”
“Yeah, Dean, it’s that’s bad.”
[#I LOVE THE IDEA OF DEAN DRIVING SLOWLY TRYING TO GET SAM’S ATTENTION #SAM #SAM STOP BEING A BITCH#AND SAMS LIKE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU JERK I’M GONNA TELL JACK YOU USED HIS HEAD AS A GODDAMN SOCCER BALL #NO BUT SAM KEEP CONSTANT TABS ON JACK’S HEAD #AND LIKE UNCONSCIONSLY HE’S ALWAYS REACHING OUT TO TOUCH IT #MAKE SURE ITS THERE #SO HE KNOWS THE SECOND ITS GONE #OH GOD MY HEART
these tags mean we’re doin’ it right awww yeah]
Dean gulped. He’d been lucky enough to miss Jack’s resurrections, so he knew next to nothing about it, and his and Sam’s had always been instantaneous. But Jack’s weren’t, and between the two of them, Sam was the expert.
“Okay, I get the point. Get in the car,” he said hoarsely. “We’re getting back to the hotel and getting cleaned up and packed, and then we’re gonna find Jack."
——
Jack finally found himself dragged back to consciousness, oddly pain-free and almost warm.
"…Sam?”
“Not exactly.” A young brunette leaned over him, smiling gently. “You can call me Eve, actually.”
Jack started to sit up and found himself cuffed. “Well that’s not usually how I start a relationship.” He looked past her and frowned at the….people? creatures?
“Where am I? What do you want with me? Where are the Winchesters?”