#anyways i <3 jack kelly learning to fight for what's in front of him

[tiredandoptimistic]

The thing that kills me about Jack Kelly is that he's a dreamer without being much of an optimist. He's got his fantasyland and his image of a perfect future, but on some level he doesn't believe that any of it will ever be real. It's a safe way to escape from the shittier parts of his life and it gives him something to strive for when things feel hopeless, but that disconnection from reality means that it's never an actual literal goal. After Crutchie gets taken, Jack copes by painting Santa Fe because that's all he thinks he can do. Katherine and Davey focus on the practical stuff and how to keep the strike going, but for Jack there is no practical solution. He's either got his dream or he's got despair.

[skyblue-ringpops]

If You Really Want It - part 3

Part three of my fic with @thewoildsyaerster ! Warning: there’s some mild violence in this part.

Spot’s POV

I ran towards Race, ignoring Jack, who was yelling for me to stop. 

“Can’t ya visit without a fight?” Race asked.

“I ain’t the one startin’ ‘em,” I replied. “And I blame you Ya ain’t been comin’ to Brooklyn no more.”

“It ain’t my fault. Someone said I ain’t allowed.” Race glared at Jack. I should've known he was the reasons Race stopped coming. 

I turned to Jack. “C’mon, Kelly. I know ya hate me, but that don’t mean ya gotta make Race suffer.”

“Race don’t need ya. He’s got Albert.”

“Albert?” I turned to Race. “What’s he talkin’ about?”

Race looked around, clearly nervous. “I-I got nothin’ goin’ on with Albert, honest.” He was talking fast and in a slightly higher pitch than normal. He was nervous. 

“Alright, well, I should be gettin’ back to Brooklyn. The guys are probably waitin’.” 

I slowly walked away. I was waiting for Race to speak up, but he stayed quiet. I had been looking forward to seeing Race since I left Manhattan the last time. I was always looking forward to seeing him. But now I felt like he had betrayed me. I didn't know what he had going on with Albert, but it was something. Why did I care, anyway? I didn't even like Race. And he’s my best friend. I should be happy. 

Luckily for Albert, I didn't run into him on the way back to Brooklyn, otherwise I would've soaked him. Instead, I got my anger out by punching the wall when I go back to the lodging house. But next time I see Albert, he’s gonna get it.

Was I a terrible friend? Probably. But, in my mind, all of this was justified. Race betrayed me. If anyone was a terrible friend, it was him.

I went back to Manhattan that night. I was hoping to find Albert, but I wasn’t quite sure where to look. 

Eventually, I found him, standing alone on a street corner. And I realized, this was it. This felt like it was the fight of my life, and I couldn't wait. I just hoped Race wouldn't be too mad. 

“Who’s there?” Albert asked. “Spot Conlon? Is that you? What are you doin’ here?”

I took a few steps toward him.

“What’s up? Lookin’ for Race?” he asked. 

“Lookin’ for you, actually,” I replied. “What’s goin’ on with you two?”

Albert gave me the same nervous look as Race did. “Oh, uh, nothin’, really. We just, uh, we got a history, I guess, but...it’s nothin’ now.”

“Why so nervous?”

“No reason...Spot...sir...”

I chuckled. Sir? Really?

I was getting distracted. I was here to soak him, not to make friends.

“Well, it better stay history. I ain’t lettin’ ya have him,” I said.

“He’s with you now?” Albert asked. He looked hurt. Betrayed. “I thought... I thought he said he’d come back to me. Or he’d think about it...”

“We ain’t together. But STAY AWAY!” I shoved him, and he almost fell back. I didn't push him hard, so it must’ve been from the shock.

“Spot, I-”

“Shut up!” I punched him in the jaw, which I’ve learned is the quickest and easiest was to shut someone up. I didn't expect Albert to be much of a fighter, but he did better than I expected. Well, I didn't think he’d fight back at all, so anything is better than I expected. I was winning, and I would have, if we weren't interrupted.

“Spot? Albert? What’s going on?”

I turned around. Race was behind me. I don't know how much of the fight he saw. I looked back at Albert. He was laying on the ground, blood on his face and the front of his shirt. I didn't even realize how much damage I had done until it was too late.

“What have you done?” Race asked.

That was the first time I ever felt bad about a fight.

[thorne93]

Inexplicable Fate (Part 22)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 2527

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers) Long, slow burn, (a little slow paced at first).

Beta’d by the ever fabulous @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Your chest felt as if a building was sitting on it while you stumbled back. Michael? Procreate? Angels? Nephilim?

“Y/N?” Sam said cautiously as he slowly stood but you continued to slowly back away.

“Holy Hell,” Dean mused. “So...God wants you two to--” he wagged his finger between the two of you, pointing at you and Jack “--to reproduce angels? That’s what all of this was for? Finding us on that road in Colorado, your powers, the weird attraction?” His brows were knitted in thought, everyone’s was, now that he’d spoken it aloud.

“My love?” Jack cooed as he eyed your shock stricken form. Your eyes snapped to him and that feeling you felt when you always saw him, it soared through you. But now...now it felt damnable.

“I---I--I can't do this,” you said before running to your room and closing the door, shaking from overwhelming feelings you couldn’t even sort out right now.

Michael was your distant grandfather? As in the archangel Michael? As in the flaming sword Michael? As in the angel who put your boyfriend’s father into Hell? And...How does that sentence even sound right to you?

Now you’re being told you have to...What? Repopulate the angels by...by...by being a brood mare for Jack?

In the midst of your panic, a knock came at your door, and it surprised you to see the eldest Winchester.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted. “Can I come in?”

Your hands were between your knees as you rung your hands nervously. You nodded in response, not knowing what else to do. He came sauntering in and sat on the bed beside you.

“So…Crazy stuff, right?” he asked, a little bit of a laugh coming out and you shot him a look. He raised his hands and tilted his head to the side. “Sorry. I just...yeah...How you holdin’ up?”

“How do you think? I just found out I’m Michael’s great granddaughter...I..I’m supposed to be with Jack to create angels,” you said, narrowing your eyes and throwing your arm back to gesture vaguely at his location in the bunker. “And I’m supposed to be okay with that? I’m supposed to be okay with the fact that nothing I’ve felt up until now is real?” you demanded, getting angry. “I’m supposed to be okay with the fact that I’m not human? I’m half arch angel and I don’t even get a say in it?”

“Who says you don’t get a say?” he retorted. “Me and Sam? Hell, Lucifer and Michael were fighting over us like pieces of meat. Who was going to wear who like a meat suit. Both of us said no. It was told to us by everyone that it was fate. It would be. But we said no, and we won.”

“Michael still inhabited your other brother Adam...And Lucifer did inhabit Sam. So they won…” you quietly reminded.

“They said we’d tear each other apart, and we haven't done that,” he noted.

“But Dean this isn’t telling the angels to fuck off,” you stressed. “This is….this is my future with Jack,” you said, choking on your own words. “So any kids we have, they’ll be an angel. So--So--So what? They can just come down and take them? Do they even get a choice to be born down here? If Jack and I want kids of our own…” The idea trailed off, breaking your heart. You’d always wanted kids, a family, the cookie cutter life. You thought you’d get that with Jack. But now you learn whatever children you have are Heaven’s property? That had to be worse than not having kids at all.

“So do that,” he said.

“Do what?” you asked, exhausted.

“Tell the angels to fuck off. We’ve done it-- a lot. It’s not hard,” he informed.

“Maybe for you and Sam. You’re the Winchesters--”

“Who are just human. You and Jack? You’re stronger than both of your fathers. You can beat the two biggest bads there are, on your own. Together? You two can wipe them out and anyone else who tries to come for you.”

“But...to be told my fate is this. To know that...that everything lined up perfectly for this. It’s...it makes me feel powerless. To know that no matter what I did, my parents did, my ancestors did, we would end up here. I would still meet you on that road to my house, I would still follow Cas...To know none of it was free will...I mean...The feelings I feel for Jack aren’t even real,” you said, raising your head, the tears flowing freely now. “And it’s not like I can change that. I can’t pack up and forget about him and marry someone else. I’d always know he was out there, and that I loved him…”

Dean nodded slowly. After a moment he said, “I get it. The angels told me and Sam the same thing. That free will didn’t exist. That it was all an elaborate chess game from thousands of years ago, becoming truth. But I told them to go to hell and the plan be damned. You think they won, but they didn’t. You still have free will, and if you don’t want to have angel kids - don’t.”

“Dean...I know...I know that for you it’s easy. I know you’re gonna do whatever you want, which is fine. It’s always worked for you two, but...If God wants me to replenish the angels….I know they’re sort of psychotic. I know they’ve put you through hell. But maybe...If they were our kids they wouldn’t do that. We could raise them like a family, remind them about love and compassion and do away with the diligent soldier bit…”

Dean sat there a long time, mulling over your words. He didn’t know what to say, not at first. Your situation was very different from one he’d ever been in. His were always relatively black and white: kill the bad guy, save himself and everyone else. But this was...something else entirely.

“I can’t tell you what to do. I can’t tell you to not do it, or do it. I can’t tell you what the right thing or the wrong thing is. Hell I can’t tell you that no matter what you do, you won’t still end up there anyway...But I can tell you, you don’t have to do it,” he said with finality, turning to you and giving you a look of confidence, of wisdom. He got up from the bed, leaving you to your thoughts and erratic emotions.

For what seemed like eternity, you sat in your room, your emotions still reeling, your mind still racing, your breathing hadn’t slowed. Until a familiar low voice sounded in your room.

“Y/N,” your best friend greeted, the unbelievable angel.

“Cas,” you whispered back, your back to him as you sat on the other side of your bed. He walked in and stood in front of you. “Did you know?” you wondered quietly. “All those months ago, when you felt inside my chest...Did you know?”

“No. I didn’t. I had no idea what was inside you.”

You chewed your lip, unable to comprehend all of this. “And Michael? Did you know about that divine plan?”

He shook his head and gave you an apologetic expression. “No. I never knew Michael’s plan. I think that was a confidential mission for him.”

“Yeah, seems so,” you scoffed slightly. “Cas...What do I do?” you asked, looking up at him, a million questions burning in your eyes, in your face, behind your tongue.

He sighed and shrugged. “I...I think you should know...while you and Jack were in Florida...We didn’t hear from you two for a few days...So I went to the sandbox. I talked with an informant...They had told me that they were going to put you and Jack to work, to replenish the population. At the time, I thought they meant with power...energy. I had no idea they meant procreation,” he confessed.

You peered at him. “You knew this, and you didn’t tell us?”

“No. I only found out why they wanted you. Why they tried to kidnap you in January. Why they tried to go after Jack whenever he was vulnerable. They want you two for that purpose.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” you commented quietly. The two of you were silent for a long time. “If it were you...what would you do?”

“That’s...a good question,” he said as he walked over and sat beside you on the bed. “Not too long ago, I would’ve said do what God says. Whatever he commands, should take place.”

“Thy will shall be done?” you mocked lightly, bumping his shoulder.

A small smile played at his lips. “Yes, I suppose that’s the case. I don’t know. I felt lost for a very long time. I was a warrior, a soldier. Everything was black and white. The missions were clear. But as I’ve been on Earth, as I’ve been with Sam and Dean...They’ve shown me another way. They’ve shown me we are our own person, that we do have free will.”

You laughed without humor. “Yeah, Dean just said that to me.”

“He has a point,” he remarked with a bit of a nudge.

“Cas...This isn’t...This isn’t just choosing between personal preservation and the world or whatever. This is my life. My children. My future with Jack,” you stressed, feeling completely helpless.

“I know, and I can’t imagine how this must feel.”

“It’s not Kelly. I’m not...I’m not having a child that could maybe save the world. I’m guaranteeing that all of Jack’s children and mine will be angels. That’s if we have them! What if I get pregnant with someone else? What happens then? Do I even get to keep my children? Would they know me? Or would they be like Zachariah and Uriel?” you asked. “My...life...has been planned out for me and I had no idea. It didn’t matter any decision I made, any hard work I ever did, any failures or successes, I would still be here. I have no control over my life.”

“Yes you do. I didn’t think I did. But I promise you, you do,” he vowed confidently. “I didn’t have to stay and follow my brothers, or God. I had a choice. I always did.”

“Right, but your choices are easier than mine. Mine are have angel kids or have no kids,” you retorted. “For you and Sam and Dean...Your choices only affected you, not...not your future children. If I had to make test tube angels, it would be completely different. But it’s not...It’s...This is the old fashioned way of making children, making love, conceiving a child, and me carrying it to term...I don’t know if I can just give a kid up.”

Just as Dean had done, he sat there, spinning your words over in his head. Finally, he spoke though.

“I think...that you need to do whatever your heart says. At the end of the day, do whatever makes the most sense to you,” he said, a bit of introspection painted on his face.

“That’s the hard part,” you breathed with a quiet laugh.

“Just...think about it and don’t do anything you regret,” he advised as he stood and you thanked him for his help. He gave you a small smile and left the room.

Another patch of time seemed to fly by when you heard someone walk in, and your emotions took over. “Sam, please. I just...I want to be left alone,” you firmly said, exhaustion in your voice.

“It’s not Sam,” your boyfriend corrected lightly, making you snap your head in his direction.

“Oh, Jack,” you breathed. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, shaking your head as Jack made no hesitation to get to you, sitting next to you, his arm around your shoulders as he held you close.

“Don’t be. I’m sure this is stressful,” he replied.

After a moment, you didn’t know what to say. What could you say now that you hadn’t already said?

Except one thing. “I don’t know what to do,” you whispered.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Well...What do we do?” you stressed, turning to face him.

“I...don’t know,” he confessed, frowning. “What’s going through your mind?” he asked as he peered at you.

“That...this--us--isn’t real,” you said, your hand gently laying over his, the light flooding it as always. “That that isn’t real. The feelings I have for you aren’t real.”

“How are they not real? Do you not love me?” he countered.

“Jack...It doesn’t matter how I feel. It matters that God put this in motion a long time ago. This isn’t normal. You and me feeling something for each other, our emotions, our feelings, our responses, my dreams, none of it means anything, because it was just put in our head.”

He shook his head slightly and argued, “So what if it was? Prophecies can be broken, it doesn’t mean that what we’ve felt for each other over these past couple of months means nothing. I still care for you, whether it was foretold or not, and I will continue to care for you because that’s how I feel, not how God is making me feel.”

“It doesn’t bother you that your feelings were put there? That they aren’t true?” you questioned.

“Does it not feel real to you?”

“It does, but that’s what bothers me,” you retorted.

“Then isn’t that all that matters? It feels real, and we’re happy?”

You shook your head. “Okay, let’s say it is,” you offered, “what about our kids?”

“We don’t need to make any rash decisions,” he started, and when you began to object, his eyes turned hard with warning for you to not interject. He grabbed your hands, the warm, soothing feelings and gold light shimmering casting over you. “This feeling. Us. Our...relationship. All of it feels very real to me. I know this is scary. I’m scared too. I’m worried. I’m curious. But I...I don’t want us to make decisions on something as big as having children right now when I don’t think either one of us is ready.”

Slowly, you nodded.

“I’m only two months old,” he reminded with a playful smile that you couldn’t help but return. “And you’re only twenty. We have a long time to decide on children and our future together and figure all of this out.”

You nodded again. He was right. There was no good in figuring all of this out now, seeing as you weren’t planning on children any time soon.

“Okay,” you acquiesced with a slight bob of your head.

“Okay?” he confirmed softly.

“Yeah. We’ll...We’ll put this on the back burner for now,” you agreed.

“Good,” he quietly said before leaning to kiss you, his hand automatically going to your hair. The taste and sensation of his lips the same as always: perfect.

Which is what scared you.

[katherinepulitzumber]

We Was Never Meant To Meet // Jackrine Oneshot

This is what happens once Jack and Katherine have a daughter and she won't go to bed without a story. Jack is very good at telling almost-accurate stories of how him and Katherine met. ••• "Alright bedtime!" Katherine called to her daughter Lucy who sat by the coffee table, leaning over and scribbling on paper with her crayons. "Mommy! I'm not tired." She whined. Katherine wiped her hands in the dishrag she'd been using to clean dishes, "Come on.  Don't you want to see your uncles in the morning?" Lucy just tapped her chin in thought with her red crayon, "Yeah. . ." She mumbled. Katherine smiled and picked up the small girl. "Then let's go to bed.  The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you'll see tomorrow." "Can Daddy tell me a bedtime story?" She asked. Jack popped his head out of the door of the bedroom down the hall, hearing them. "Daddy!" Lucy squealed reaching out for him. Katherine walked over and placed Lucy in Jack's arms. "Heya lil' Princess." Jack smiled as Lucy put her hands on her father's cheeks, squishing them together. "I don't wanna be a princess- I wanna be a newsie like you and Uncle Crutchie and Uncle Davey!" She laughed. Jack laughed lightly but Katherine could still see the glimmer of pain in Jack's eyes thinking of his daughter having to live like he had.  Jack shook his head slightly to clear it before looking back at Lucy's big brown eyes.  She was the perfect image of her mother.  The doe eyes and brown curly hair alongside the small freckles scattered on her cheeks and nose. "Let's get to that story." Jack said, going to Lucy's room. "I'll be out here working." Katherine said, giving both Jack and Lucy a kiss on the cheek and spinning on her heel before going back out to the other room. Lucy's room was anything a little girl would want.  Many books that she loved reading over and over (even if she was still learning) and lots of sketchbooks filled with artwork (well, scribbles).  Jack sat down on her bed and placed Lucy beside him.  She crawled under the covers and grabbed her stuffed elephant from Davey and stuffed rabbit from Crutchie; two of her favorite things in the world. "Now what story do ya want to hear?" Jack asked. "A new one!" "Ya already heard 'em all though!" Jack said. "Pwease?" Lucy said, drawing out the word until she ran out of breath. Jack sighed and rubbed his temples, thinking, "Fine fine. Get yo'self comfortable." His daughter just smiled and scooted farther under the covers, laying against her pillow. "Now, once upon'a time, there was dis newsboy-" "Newsies!" Lucy squealed, sitting up. "Yes, Newsies." Jack smiled, motioning for her to lay back down and let him continue. "And this Newsie was young.  He was just about ta turn 18.  His name was Jack Kelly-" "Its you!" Lucy said. "Yes it's me." Jack grinned, ruffling her hair, "Now shh, or I won't be able ta finish." "Ok." Lucy whispered, hugging her stuffed animals closer. "Now he hads a family.  A newsboy family.  And he lived in a little Lodging House in Manhattan New York.  He was up everyday at da crack of dawn sellin' papes. He always dreamed of dis little town out west called Santa Fe- Now I've already told you that story though. Mom says I've told you at least five times so dis is why I's gonna tell you this one; you'll find it much more interesting." He grinned, "Anyways, there was a day when Joe Pulitzer raised da prices for da papes. See us Newsies, we hads to pay to sell the papers. And they wouldn't buy back da ones we didn't sell. And all o' that happened and we won, but that's for when you're older. I'll tell yous the really good part of the story now." "What's is it?" Lucy asked, widening her eyes. Katherine stood outside the doorway, leaning against the wall and smiling as she listened in on them. "Well that's why this is my favorite story. It's how I met your Ma." She could hear Lucy giggle. "So one o' those days I was workin'. And she passed by wit' Darcy- you know him, he helps babysit yous sometimes." Lucy nodded overeagerly. "And I asked if she wanted ta buy a pape from me. She had told me da headline wasn't out but I told her I could deliver the headline personally. She couldn't resist me after that and-" "That is not what happened Jack Kelly!" Jack turned around, a cocky grin on his face to see his wife standing now fully in the doorway, arms crossed and hip jutted out as she gave him that signature look just like that day. "Well dats how I remember it." Jack mimicked. Katherine rolled her eyes before coming to sit on the other side of Lucy's bed. "I told him that cheeky boys get nothing for their troubles." She said, running a hand through Lucy's curls. "Well apparently theys do." Jack mumbled before Katherine whacked his shoulder playfully. "Well what happened?" Lucy asked. "Your Ma ended up doing a report on the strike-" "What's a strike?" "You'll learn more about it when you're older. It means I's didn't go to work like I was supposed to. But she's one o' da best reporters out there! Front page-" "Above the fold!" Lucy piped up. Jack sighed, "I'm guessing Uncle Davey has already told you some of this." "And Uncle Les. He told me how he had a date with Sally." "Well anyways, a lot happened.  It was scary.  Terrifying.  But this is a happy story." Jack continued, "Now I didn't know that your grandpa Joe was Katherine's father.  And when I found out, I was really upset-" "Why?" "You'll understand when you're older." Katherine smiled, rubbing Lucy's back softly as she blew her bangs out of her eyes in as much frustration as a 3 year old could muster. "So I went up to the rooftop of da Lodging House and found your Ma up there going through my drawings." "They were nice drawings." Katherine interrupted. "Yeah, and yous was lookin' through my personal stuffs." Jack rolled his eyes but smiled at the memory. "Anyways, we ended up fighting and were yelling at each other til I was sur'a Brooklyn could hear us!" "I threatened to punch him in the eye.  I came pretty close too.  I had my fist ready and was inches away from his face." "Then what'd you do?" Lucy asked with wide eyes. ". . . I kissed him." Katherine smiled before leaning over and giving Jack a quick peck on the lips. Lucy wrinkled her nose, "That's disgusting!" She cried. Katherine just laughed and tickled the little girl, "Okay, now it's bedtime." Lucy laid down once more and Jack and Katherine each gave her a kiss goodnight before turning off the lights and leaving the room with a nightlight left on on the dresser. Katherine stood in the bathroom in her nightgown; brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed.  Jack was leaning against the doorframe, grinning at her.  Katherine spit in the sink and splashed water on her face before looking up at him, raising an eyebrow questionably as she dried her face. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Because, that was some story." Jack said wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him. "Well it's true." Katherine smiled, "Very true." "Mhmm." Jack hummed running his thumb over her cheek and kissing her softly, lifting her onto the counter and standing between her legs.  Katherine smiled against his lips and tangled her hands through his hair. "We need to go to sleep.  Knowing Lucy she'll be up at dawn tomorrow and we need to be on our feet." Katherine said, pulling away. She hopped down from the counter and went over and crawled into bed. Jack climbed in next to her and drew the covers over them, pulling Katherine close onto him and kissing her head; running his fingers gently through her hair. Katherine tilted her head up to look at him, "Is that really one of your favorite stories?" She whispered, grinning. "Bett'a then any ol' story I's ever heard." "Well it's my favorite too." "I knew it would be." "Mhmm," Katherine mumbled tiredly, "For sure?" "For sure." Jack said before kissing her and laying back against his pillow, running his hand through Katherine's soft curls and holding her hand with his other as he rubbed gentle patterns along it where she rest on his chest. "I love you." Katherine whispered softly, snuggling closer to him. "I love yous a thousand times more." Jack grinned, "To Santa Fe and back." "Hm, that's quite a ways." "I know. That's how much I love ya." "We'll go there one day. Then you'll have to pick a new destination to love me to and from." Katherine laughed. "Fine, da moon then." "That sounds like a good one to me." "I thought yous would say that." "Are we getting any sleep?" "I'd rather make out instead." "Lucy is in the next room- go to sleep." Jack pouted. "One kiss?" "One kiss." Jack gently pressed his lips against Katherine's before quickly flipping her over so he was hovering on top of her, earning something between a squeal and a laugh from Katherine. "Alright, bedtime." Jack said, moving off of her and turning over to sleep. "The most impossible boy ever."