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Harness & Spears

Chapter 5: Father’s Eyes

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Researching for a case a year after they quit first feels weird to Sam, he has to get used to all the programs, his usual agenda. Today it’s so much easier with some computer skills. No more libraries, no more grainy scans of articles in local papers. Today, you just have to open a search engine app on your phone or a computer and you will be able to find dozens of cases in an hour or two. Of course, there’s still the work of sorting the wheat from the chaff, but Jack is a big help. They sit in the library together and go search for cases. Cas is really sweet to them, just like a butler he offers hot beverages and sandwiches, even though Sam must really hold him back to go full on “Yes, sir”. They want a case, and there are hundreds of them, but also, after Jack became God he brought all the hunters back that Chuck had banished. Donna and Jody, a couple now, as they announced just months after Jack’s ascend, and her girls, all in the hunter business. They heard from Eileen sporadically, but after all that happened and how uneasy Sam felt about the whole manipulation (and he was absolutely certain Chuck pulled the strings there, even though, when they originally met, Sam was drawn to her - but nothing more), she kept her distance and operated in Ireland and also all over Europe. The hunters from the other universe also just hunted in small groups. Charlie and her girlfriend retired for good. And Sam was still bitter about his own behaviour - projecting ‘his’ Charlie on this woman, who was so much different. He knew she hacked some computers every now and then to prank some potential Dicks. Sam was connected to the hunters, most of them. He has been clear about him and Dean, Cas (and later Jack) not going hunting anymore. But now things changed and Sam needed to check if any other hunters were on the cases him and Jack might find interesting. Running in another couple of hunting buddies is not a problem on a personal level, but the mutual sabotage will happen. It’s Murphy’s Law. That’s why Sam has a plan. They will take cases other hunters wouldn’t like to do. There are several reasons for hunting in the first place and reasons which cases to pursue and which not. Let noble monster hunting and cleansing the world be some hunter’s motivation, revenge, the thrill (some people really were that sick and hunted monsters for the kicks) and of course. The money. Oh yes, the money. But the Winchester conglomerate doesn’t worry about money, that’s why Sam won’t look for cases that have to do with wealthy people or towns announcing rewards. Also, when he knew the kind of monster and that a lot of hunters were after these creatures for killing their kin or loved ones, he better didn’t interfere. You could hunt monsters for their venom or psychic abilities, their blessings or whatever. Something a friend of Dean did not so long ago and got himself killed for it.

It shouldn’t be anything exotic, the New Age brought new monsters, at least that’s what Jack says.

“I was God, yes, and I knew everything that Chuck knew, but believe it or not, not even Chuck knew all of his creatures. His mind is packed with the stuff he wanted to do or not to do - if you ask me he was a little like George R. R. Martin. Got lost in his own massive universe and all the detail. I tried to give all of it structure, that’s why some things on Earth changed, but after some time I thought my head would explode and I uh, outsourced some good stuff in new universes. Amara is way better in doing all of that, she created way more universes and new forms of life as I did. She and her brother - don’t get me started.”

Jack looks exhausted. “Does it sound weird, Sam? That I wanted to be down here with you, all of you, but especially you, and give Amara all that power?”

Sam smiles about Jack’s outbreak and that he obviously read Game of Thrones. “No, it’s not weird. You were with Amara and I bet she’s very pleasant company but she wasn’t what you longed for. You didn’t want to be God who’s in every drop of rain, and all that. It was noble and pure hearted and generous of you to try, but you were allowed to fail. But, speaking of Game of Thrones, I have a few questions regarding--”

Sam is rudely interrupted in his chatter with Jack when Dean comes into the library and sits down two chairs away from Jack. Jack immediately gets up.

“Uh, Sam, I will -errm, go pack my bags. I think you will find a good case.”

Sam sighs.

“I’ll be with you soon, baby. Just gimme a minute.”

Jack is quick as a flash and out of sight within seconds.

Dean scoffs while thudding his mug on the table. Coffee pours out and stains the wood.

“Easy on the furniture Dean, it’s not your enemy”, Sam says without looking up. He can’t show Dean his face right now or he will just erupt. He feels the heat in his cheeks and a hot tickle up his neck. Since Dean threw a mug after Sam yesterday they haven’t seen each other and to be frank, Sam could totally renounce any other encounter with Dean for a while. Plus, Sam has a hickey, because Jack went a little passionate, clingy and possessive last night, for whatever reason.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you and… baby. ” The last word is like venom. As always. Dean wants to start another fight.

“I remember that I heard you calling Cas ‘daddy’ multiple times. You think that was really soothing for my wild imagination?”

“You call Jack what he is. A baby.”

“Another word, Dean, and you know I’ll knock you out. I have enough of your bullshit. You act like a jealous housewife. No, wait, more like a cuck!”

Dean scoffs and leaves.

“Do whatever you want, but don’t do it when I’m around or I’ll tear him apart.”

Sam sits here in shock. He has heard a lot from Dean about Jack, he has always been nasty to him and yes, even threatened to kill him twice, even was willing to execute him as part of Chuck’s evil plan. Yes, he was bitter about Mary and hell, how bitter Dean has been as Jack brought so many people back. All the ‘others’: Bobby and Charlie with her girlfriend. All these people. He brought Eileen back, and Dean thought it was to make Sam happy (and yes, that has been Jack’s intention, but ultimately it didn’t) and he was resistant to the arguments, that Mary was happy with John, she didn’t want to go back in this world she never felt like she fit in. He couldn’t be comforted by the messages Jack as a medium brought to Dean, that Mary loved him no matter what and that she will be happy when they meet again. Nothing could’ve soothed Dean’s aching. Sam understands that he’s hurt, but now, it just feels like Dean is angry at Jack for simply existing and then being so bold to love Sam.

Jack brought Cas back for Dean. He had risked a feud with the Empty that could only be avoided by Amara and Jack forcefully put the Regent of the Empty asleep. The Empty wasn’t sealed though, Rowena still reigned in hell, and still demons went to the Empty. But there are no angels on Earth anymore, Jack has naphil powers and even Cas regained some faint strength back, but Jack didn’t make new angels.

Jack really built a world in which it was possible for Dean and Cas to be together, he risked being invaded and maybe killed, since no one knows how really powerful the Empty was.

Why is nothing Jack does, no matter how universe shattering, unbelievably cosmic and holy and insane it is, not finally letting Dean the old grudge go?

It seems like everything he does just makes it worse.

Sam hides his face and in the safety of his own palms he allows to cry in fear for his own spiteful brother and soulmate. This will end badly if they don’t find a way to reconcile.

“You have to stop that, Dean” Cas says when Dean is back in the Deancave.

Cas is in his robe, nothing beneath. He looks pale and a little skinny. The last weeks have been hard on him and Dean knows it’s his fault. He makes his angel boyfriend sick. And yet he’s sick himself, and he’s kicking and fighting, with talons and teeth, words and throwing things after his brother. Also, he erupts the second Cas dares to mention it.

“Stop with what?”, he asks.

He picks the remote and wants to turn on the TV, loud metal music blasting but with a snap of a finger, the TV silent and it won’t turn back on.

“Castiel. Don’t fuck with me, I swear, I’m not in the mood.”

“You’re ‘not in the mood’ for weeks, maybe months. Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? Why won’t you let me help?”

Dean’s eyes narrow dangerously as he faces the seraph.

“Help? How could you help? My brother fucks a toddler.”

Cas sighs and it sounds so endlessly sad. Defeated. Dean doesn’t want to see it, acknowledge it, that he is indeed very wrong. Jack is no toddler, Jack is no brat, Jack is so mighty he could really smite the whole bunker with a hiccup still, even though he’s not God anymore. Dean should be so damn careful. Dean should see how much Jack begs for his forgiveness and his approval.

But Dean can’t. And Dean won’t.

“Dean.”

Dean is so full of sorrow and fear, it hurts to hear his own name so gentle, so loving yet somehow fatherly. Cas loves him and Dean should be happy. He has been happy. The Empty had taken him away and Jack had fought to get him back. So they could be a family.

But this isn’t family to Dean. He’s around the person he loves the most, the person he loves with a burning, blinding insanity. He will never be happy like this.

Cas dares to come closer, around two steps away, offers Dean a hand. Dean can’t even look at him but he takes Cas’s hand and then pulls him in a desperate embrace.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, Cas. I don’t want to fight with you.”

It’s been a while, actually the last time Dean slept with Cas was the night when Jack asked him if Sam gay. This question is carved under his skin and if you look closely, you can see them shine through like thin red scars.

The streak won’t break today either.

“Will he ever stop hating me?”, Jack asks.

He has his suitcase packed, same as a backpack with snacks, water, headphones, his teddy Marvelous Marvin, a powerbank and, something he’s very proud of - his own angel blade. The only angels on earth are Jack and Castiel but the blade kills monsters just as well. He kneads the bundle of the purple blanket in his lap when he looks up to Sam.

Sam’s still tense from before, his eyes red and narrow, Sam must look like he didn’t sleep much or has been on a bender.

“I don’t know… I wish I knew what’s wrong with him.”

With a deep sigh Sam sinks beside Jack on the mattress. The bed creaks and a spring nudges in Sam’s butt cheek. Either they need a new mattress or they move in a room together, but Sam doesn’t dare to talk about these things yet. So far, he’s happy about the privacy. But he’s also constantly longing for Jack - a stalemate.

Jack leans against Sam’s shoulder and shyly feels for Sam’s hand. Sam is too glad to take it, intertwine their fingers and kiss Jack’s knuckles.

“It makes me sick, Sam. I’m afraid all the time he’s around. I’m afraid he might want to…”

“Hurt you?”

Jack nods, his lips a thin line.

“I won’t let him. And most of all, you won’t let him. Right?”

Another silent nod.

“Don’t worry about it now, our bags are packed and I found a case. I told you about the parameters I used to find a case no one else would investigate, and this one here is especially weird, but not weird enough for us to follow, and a bit boring, but not boring enough for us to NOT follow it. We’ve been to haunted houses before, right?”

“Yes, it’s mostly vengeful spirits or poltergeists, right?”

Sam nods. “Yes, exactly. Sometimes triggered by the plans of tearing the house down, the same can happen with big bodies of water, when they are threatened to be dried out, spirits of people who drowned will start going on a rampage. Haunted houses are like level 1 of every hunter. Rocksalt, shotgun, holy water, fire. Boom, ghost gone.”

Jack frowns a little. “Really, we’re going on a case that any newbie hunter could solve?”

Sam chuckles.

“Yep.”

It’s absolutely a thinly veiled reason to go on a hunt, but it’s the same that Dean and Cas did weeks ago when Jack sneaked out. In the end they also ‘just’ took on a vampire nest with five vamps and their Creator and the rest of the time they had a blast in Vegas, why should Sam not do the same? He wants to be alone with Jack, because Dean definitely ruined the pleasant experience of the tantra massage. Sam had been so happy back then and oh, crap, he was close to do more to Jack than just the massage. He wouldn’t have slept with him on this massage table, that was utterly uncomfortable, but he had been turned on so bad, that didn’t happen very often.

Sam really falls for Jack deeply and seriously. It’s a wonderful and frightening feeling at the same time.

Jack slides on Sam’s lap and straddles him, arms tight around his neck. Jack squints a little when he’s so close, his big blue eyes will never cease to amaze Sam.

“How can you not be Castiel’s son?”, Sam blurts, his hands cupping the naphil’s face and brushing away some strands of hair.

Jack’s mouth opens slightly, his tongue sneaks out to lick his upper lip.

“I am Castiel’s son.”

“I know, I just mean, genetically. You have his eyes. Does that sound stupid, baby?”

Jack shakes his head with a grin, his neck and face turn tenderly pink.

How did the biggest monster of all create this perfect boy?

“No, not stupid. I like the way you look at me”, Jack silently admits and the blush turns berry red.

“How do I look at you?”

Sam kisses Jack’s parted lips, feels the hitched breath and how Jack tightens up his back.

“First you looked at me with fear, when I was born. Then you looked at me in sympathy, in worry… Then gentle, loving. Just now, longing… You see a man, not a child, right? That’s the look in your face how you look at someone beautiful you want to be with…?”

Sam’s big hands creep under Jack’s pullover and Jack sighs, a light shudder down his spine and this tiny, quiet noise of content.

“You are beautiful, and yes, I want to be with you. All the time”, Sam whispers, he sounds rough, feels like he needs to clear his throat.

Jack lays his hands on Sam’s and guides him down his sweatpants. Sam squeezes. A slight gasp.

“We will have a lot of time for fun stuff once we’re out of here.”

That makes Jack jerk up, jump and drag Sam on his feet.

“Come, Sam! I can’t wait to be out of here.”

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The screeching of your alarm clock pulled you out of a peaceful slumber, the loud noise not startling you in the slightest at you slowly opened your eyes and reached over to silence it. You sighed harshly through your nose as you moved to sit on the side of your bed, your toes curling and uncurling slowly. You blinked tiredly and stretched a few times before standing up fully, giving a loud yawn as you walked over to your windows. Gripping the satin curtains, you harshly ripped them open, revealing the realm beneath your penthouse apartment. The light blinded you for a moment so you turned to head into the kitchen, your coffee pot already sputtering as the last of your morning brew finished trickling out. Grabbing a cup of joe and returning to your window, you waved your hand lazily and one of your nearby chairs flew towards you, coming to a stop as you moved to sit down in front of the open window. A snap of your fingers and the daily paper was in your grip and your beloved slippers were on your feet.

You spent a good hour sitting there, sipping your coffee and working on your morning crossword in front of the large window. Every so often you’d hold out your cup to the side, and as if some invisible butler were there beside you, more of your precious brew refilled the mug. Once finished, you looked over your crossword once more, making sure everything was correct before holding the paper in your open hand, the item disappearing as a harsh flame consumed it in a second. You stood with a grunt, clutching your still warm cup as you got closer to the window. You sipped at the last of your drink before dropping your now empty cup to the side, your sharp ears catching the soft clink of ceramic as it dropped into the kitchen sink. As your gaze focused outside the window your tail twitched slowly, unconsciously, as if you had an unsensed cramp or itch. Speaking of itches, the base of your left horn was suddenly tingling rather uncomfortably, and you quickly raised a clawed hand to soothe the sensation. Standing at the window always made you feel strange, perhaps because you were in the high-class apartment complex near Elysium. Those virtuous, do-gooding, souls always made you anxious. However, you couldn’t deny the view was astounding. You stared out across the lake towards the Isle of the Blest for a moment longer until a small beeping alerted you, making you turn your head towards the sound. A wave of your hand and the object, your wristwatch, appeared in your palm, the alarm signaling it was time for you to be leaving. Without time to dress normally, you quickly snapped your fingers and were clad in your work attire, taking a moment to snap on your wristwatch before heading out the door and to the elevator. On the way down, you stopped at an extra floor, an elderly woman stepping in with you, a basket of orchids in her grip. “Good morning, Mrs. Deschamps. Heading upstairs today?” The older woman smiled, patting you on the arm with a soft laugh. “You know me so well, dear. I see you’re off to work, as well.” You nodded, adjusting your cufflinks as Mrs. Deschamps plucked one of the shorter stemmed orchids from her basket and urged you to lean down so she could place it in your chest pocket. The elevator dinged as the two of you reached the ground floor, allowing yourself the time to walk your neighbor out of the building. “Keep everyone in line, deary.” “I always do, Mrs. Deschamps.” “I know, and you manage it so well, too.” You smiled as she gave your arm another pat, waving her goodbye as you headed up the street towards a large building. As you approached the building with long, smooth steps, everyone else of the street parted in front of you like a hot knife slicing through butter, as if they were afraid of or intimidated by you. You couldn’t pay them too much attention, however, as you had a job to get to, as most of them did, as well. Jogging briskly up the front steps, you nodded to the man who rushed back to hold open the front door for you, his posture stiffening as you walked by. Your perfectly polished shoes clicked against the swirling marble floor, a few murmurs and sounds of paperwork being rustled the only thing breaking the otherwise silent room. A few people greeted you, giving a simple “Morning” while others straightened up and gave you a more formal “Good morning, Sin”, but you nodded in acknowledgment either way. As you neared the receptionists' desk and the rear elevators, the man behind the counter paused in his flawless typing pace to turn your way. “Sin, Madam S. would like to see you in her office.” You rolled her eyes, chuckling dully as you stopped and straightened out your tie while waiting for the elevator. “She always does, Jeeves. She always does.” The elevator finally arrived, a few people scurrying out quickly when they saw you but one or two shoving themselves in the corner as you entered. You stepped in without a word, pressing the button for the top floor and standing in the center of the small space, your arms folded behind your back. The elevator stopped about a quarter of the way up, the two other people squeezing around you to get out before bolting down the hallway, making you smirk as the doors closed in front of you again. When you finally reached the top floor, you made sure your suit was prim and proper before stepping out into the long, dark hallway. Giant paintings from various eras hung on the walls, the walls painted a deep shade of crimson while the floor was carpeted with a pure, plush black. The only sound emanating the area was from the large desks, each positioned on the left and right sides of the grand doors at the end of the hallway. At each of the desks sat a younger woman, one more focused on her work while the other glared up at you, her typing pace slowing a bit as you neared. You caught her gaze and stopped just in front of the doors, noticing both of them had frozen in time as you stared at the woman on the left. Her glare wavered a bit as you raised an eyebrow, not affected by the evil in her eyes one bit. “Something wrong, Ms. Rolvsson? You don’t look well.” The sickly sweet tone in your voice made the woman shrink back in her seat, swallowing nervously as you leaned forward slightly. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, making the woman lose her edge and evil glare. “N-not at all, Sin. I’m fit as a fiddle.” With that, your small smile stretched into a full grin, your sharpened teeth gleaming in the dark hall. Ms. Rolvsson swallowed again, more audibly this time as her shaking hands returned to her work. “How lovely to hear. I’d hate for you to have to be working when you’re ill.” You turned to face the door again, giving a sideways glance towards the woman on the right as you unfolded your arms to rest them at your sides. “Good morning, Mrs. Newman.” The smaller woman jumped a bit, tucking away a strand of hair as you moved to open the large doors. “Good m-morning, Sin!” You barely heard her as you entered the expansive office behind the doors, striding towards the massive desk the sat in front of the wall of windows. You didn’t bother announcing yourself as you sat in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk, tossing one leg over the other and beginning to pick at your claws. Wordlessly, the large chair behind the desk turned from facing the window, revealing the large figure of Satan herself, a thin pair of glasses resting on her nose as she furrowed her thinned brows at the newspaper in her hand. “Sin, what’s a 12 letter synonym for lustful that contains the word-” “Concupiscent.” You didn’t hesitate with the answer, having already solved the morning crossword. Satan adjusted her glasses, tapping her pen against the paper as she filled in the word mentally before nodding and writing it down. “Thank you, Sin. I’ve been fighting with that one all morning.” You looked up at the woman from under your eyelashes, pausing in your claw picking to raise a brow at her. “I trust you didn’t call me up here just for assistance on the crossword.” Satan placed down her newspaper and pen, neatly folding her glasses and tucking them in her shirt pocket before clasping her hands together and looking at you. “Alright then, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m going on vacation for a few years, maybe a decade depending on how things go with the host, but a year or two at the very least.” You nodded, understanding the point of the conversation. “I can tell you already know what I’m about to say, so I’ll just tell you that you’re in charge starting tomorrow morning. No need to show up early, unless someone wants a personal appearance this place basically runs itself.” “No special errands to run or anything like that? Because last time you forgot to mention you had that trial and everything and I had to go take care of that last minute…” “And you did perfectly! I really did forget to congratulate you on how that ended, quite splendid, really. Made the front page and everything. But no, there’s nothing important you need to do this time. Just sit in the chair and let business flow.” You nodded once more, standing from your chair and dusting yourself off before folding your arms behind your back again. Satan stood, rising several feet above you and reached out her hand, shaking yours firmly with a friendly, yet terrifying grin. “Well that takes care of all my business today, suppose I’ll have a drink to start the vacation early. Care to join me, Sin?” “No thank you, ma’am. Had a bit too much the night before, the light still hurts my eyes today. Guess I’ve still got a sour look too based on how everyone’s been glaring at me today.” Satan laughed as she walked out from behind her desk, cloven hooves tapping softly on the floor and large tail sweeping about her as she clapped you on the back. “They always glare at you like that, Sin, you just happen to notice it when you’re hungover. Nonetheless, take the day off. Wouldn’t want my best demon feeling sub-par during work.” With a pleased grin, you excused yourself from Satan’s office, walking proudly down the hallway and back into the elevator, letting the doors close before you teleported yourself back to your apartment in a flash of emerald fire. With a final sigh of relief, you were back in your most comfortable pajamas and falling into your bed, letting the world around you blur and darken as you drifted back to sleep.