#being in this fandom is like being in a war trench but someones gotta pull the pin

[nyxofdemons]

okay okay. now that ive got the complaining out of my system i do need to say. i recognize that expecting this show to be brilliant all the time is unfair and it IS important to recognize that its really fundamentally a small dark comedy spin off show. in fact i think one of the main reasons this show GETS so much hate is because the long wait between episodes builds up high expectations and fans want it to be amazing and groundbreaking the whole time (ive actually briefly mentioned this before. there's a whole essay in my drafts abt this rn)

all of that said. i WAS deeply disappointed by the episode unhappy campers, but i also recognize this is an episodic situational comedy show, and i'm not gonna hold it against the show or anything. this is very rambly i just. i think its very good and useful to be able to recognize that this show really can be hit or miss and you can be disappointed with it without having to devolve into critic and anti territory (i previously said i still thought it was a good episode, just not for me, but i have since changed my mind. i do think it was a bad episode actually. there were... crumbs? of it? that i thought were really good? but barely and even at this episode's best, NONE of it feels on par with the rest of the show. but again, expecting this show's best to be the STANDARD is not fair.)

i really don't know where i'm going with this i just want to point this out i guess bc i have never REALLY complained about this show before and i don't wanna come across as pessimistic or anti. but i don't think this was a good episode at all and that's alright

[randomfandomimagine]

Here Comes The Sun. Chapter 4: Turn The Page

Fandom: Supernatural

Setting: Alternative Season 13/14

OC: Brooke Bishop

Pairing: None

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When I woke up the next day, Sam and Dean were already gone. It happened like that for days, even a week. I still didn’t leave the bunker, too afraid to go out and face the real world. The scarily real world, filled with supernatural beings. After a week in the bunker, the nightmares about them became less frequent. I started getting used to being there, and living with two hunters and an angel. And well, Jack, of course.

The good part of being in the bunker was that I had a lot of things I could entertain myself with: watching movies with Jack, listening to some music that Dean recommended, reading some books that Sam told me about, talk with Castiel about angels and other creatures… I would never get bored. The bad part was that I started feeling a little weird. There was so much I could do inside there without feeling locked.

But after a week, I was starting to get along with Jack. We were in his room, continuing watching Star Wars and finishing our movie marathon. According to him, we had now watched the original trilogy as well as the prequels. They were entertaining, and especially more with Jack’s comments and excited observations.

“So?” Jack turned to me with a smile as the credits rolled. “Did you like it?”

I sat up in the bed next to him, leaning my back against the headboard.

“Yeah!” I grinned, endeared by how he excited and passionate he was about them still. “I actually enjoyed them a lot”

“What about the characters?”

“I think Leia is pretty badass!”

“She’s great! I like Anakin”

“Really?” I lifted an eyebrow, surprised by his answer.

“You don’t like him?” Jack frowned, so I hurried to explain myself.

“It’s not that, he’s a cool character. He’s just a bit whiny” I grinned, but he didn’t.

“But he has a tragic story”

“Yeah, still… he did bad things…”

“Maybe he didn’t have a choice”

“Of course he had! There’s always a choice, and he chose evil…”

“He was… trying to save someone he loved”

“Not like that! He could have found some other way”

“He wasn’t bad…” Jack must really like Anakin, because he seemed frustrated and almost sad that I didn’t agree with him.

“I didn’t say that! Even at the end, he was still good… But he could have done things differently” I patted Jack’s arm to reinforce my words. “Besides, his friends tried to help him and he wouldn’t let them”

“I guess you’re right” He shrugged, even if he averted his eyes.

“Of course! I’m always right” Seeing as he still didn’t smile, I bumped my shoulder into his, finally making him look at me. “Sorry if I upset you, I know you like him and I still respect your opinion…”

“No, it’s alright” Jack nodded solemnly. “You have your opinion too”

“Hey, people make mistakes, obviously” I showed him a little smile. “But Anakin did the right thing at the end, it just took him some time”

“So you still like him?” It was kind of adorable that he cared so much about the movies and its characters, there was actually a spark of hope in his blue eyes as he stared at me.

“Of course! He just needs to whine a little less still” I rolled my eyes, still playfully.

“Yeah, that’s true…” I finally got him to smile a little.

“See? Always right” I nudged him in the ribs, still grinning, and Jack chuckled.

I was about to stand up when the door suddenly opened to reveal Castiel. He must have just arrived, or… teleported, because we hadn’t heard him. He smiled at the sight of us sitting together in the bed and a laptop between us.

“Cas, hey!” I paused as I wondered if the nickname would bother him. “Can I call you Cas, is that okay?”

“Of course” Castiel smiled. “Sam and Dean already do”

“Any news on them?” I said, briefly turning to look behind me when I heard Jack standing up from the bed and approaching us. “Are they okay?”

“I haven’t heard from them, but I’m sure they’re okay”

“But they’re… hunting, right?”

“Yes”

“Then how do you know?!”

“They have been doing this for a long time, Brooke, they will be fine”

Castiel began walking, so we both followed him as he headed for the hall.

“I would still like to talk to them” I mumbled, unable to conceal my anxiety. “Just to make sure”

“I can call them if you’d like” Castiel pulled out a cellphone from one of his trench coat pockets.

“Yes, please!” I gently held on to his arm. “It would make me feel so much better!”

While Castiel nodded and began dialing their number, Jack softly put a hand atop my shoulder. He didn’t say anything, but it was enough to slightly ease my anxiety.  

“I’m calling” Castiel said, holding his phone on his hand as the call rang on the speaker.

“Hey, Cas, is everything okay?” Some came Sam’s deep voice.

“Sam” The angel replied gravely. “I’m sorry to bother you-“

“Hi, Sam!” I suddenly felt very self-conscious, fearing that I came out as childish or even worse, that I was actually bothering them during a bad moment. “Sorry, it was my fault”

“Brooke” Sam cleared his throat, maybe gesturing to his brother. “What’s up?”

“I just… wanted to make sure you guys were okay, I mean… Gosh, what you do…”

“That’s really sweet” He chuckled. “But we’re good, don’t worry about us”

“You sure? I mean-“ I was about to argue that their job was dangerous, but I was interrupted.

“Hey, kid” Suddenly came Dean’s voice. “You sure that’s all?”

“Um…” I quickly looked at Jack and Castiel, who were observing me, but then averted my eyes. “Guess I wasn’t too subtle, huh?”

Truth was, it wasn’t only about their wellbeing. Of course, I cared about them, I had grown fond of them quickly. And not just because they saved my freaking life, but because they were such good people, they were actual heroes! But… there was something else, like a void in my chest that filled when they were back.

“What’s wrong? Spit it out” The older Winchester urged me.

I remained silent, feeling how my friends’ glances pierced me while I faked an interest in my ripped jeans, fiddling with a little hole in the knee.

“You’re still scared” Sam said instead, reading my mind.

“C’mon, kid!” Dean complained, his voice firm and stern. “That bunker is warded against all sorts of supernatural crap”

“Believe me, Brooke, you’re as safe as you can be in there” Sam added, chuckling again. I felt uncomfortable and stupid seeing as Castiel and Jack were still there. “Cas can protect you better than we could ever do, and so can Jack”

I finally looked up, locking eyes with Castiel in shame. He was frowning, but he didn’t look upset and when I glanced at Jack I realized he didn’t either.

“I-I know! I’m sorry” I nibbled on my bottom lip. “I… It’s silly, I just… I trust Cas and Jack, of course! It’s just… Sorry to bother you guys, I’m stupid…”

“Yeah, you are” Dean said to my surprise. “But we still love you”

“Shut up” I chuckled, relieved to see that they were still so understanding.

“We gotta go now, okay?”

“Wait! Will you be okay?”

“Sure! We got this”

“And we got each other’s backs”

“Okay… Bye!”

Jack and Castiel wouldn’t stop looking at me, almost with the same exact expression, as the call ended.

“I’m sorry…” I sighed, feeling like I somehow wasn’t completely myself still. I felt weird and shaky and clingy even after a week. “I do trust you guys, it’s just that they…”

“I understand” Castiel interrupted me, his voice calm and deep as usual. “Sam and Dean saved your life, you feel a special bond with them. You feel safer when they’re around”

“Y-Yeah” I bashfully put my hair behind my ear. “You actually put it into words, I couldn’t have said it better myself”

“You don’t have to be scared” I realized Jack’s hand was still in my shoulder. “You’re safe here, and we will protect you”

“Thank you…” I sighed, leaning on the table. “I just feel… A little out of it still”

“You look a little pale” Castiel gently held me by the arm, noticing I was wobbly and weak before I could even do so myself. “Are you feeling alright?”

Truth was, I felt a bit sick. I thought I had been improving during those days in the bunker, but I had just been trying to tell myself that. I kept distracting myself with books and movies and music when I should have been trying to confront my fears. But watching Star Wars with Jack wasn’t helping with my nightmares or insomnia, no matter how nice it was.

I shook my head in response, realizing how tired I was even if I had tried to hide it.

“I haven’t seen her eat much lately” Jack gravely said behind Castiel.

“Maybe we should all go outside” Castiel looked at Jack. “All of us”

When the angel put a hand on my shoulder now, I jolted up.

“Wow, wait, Cas! I agree, but just… don’t teleport me, please? I feel queasy enough already…”

“Yes” Castiel laughed a little. “It would be better if we walked”

  Castiel seemed very unimpressed as we walked the streets, but Jack and I were thrilled to be outside. The crowds of people, the soft breeze, the warm sun as well as the natural light, even the annoying sound of cars honking and speeding by was refreshing and welcomed! We both had been locked in there only for a week, but we couldn’t erase seldom smiles off our faces. It also helped to see the world was still the same, that life continued.

“How about here?” The angel stopped before a fast food restaurant and took out his wallet –hilarious! Who would have thought an angel needed one –and counted his money to make sure he had enough.

“Great!” Jack shrugged, and with a smile he opened the door, holding it open for me and Cas.

I gladly followed as he went to one of the tables and sat down by him, not even needing to take a look at the menu because I already knew what I wanted: burger, French fries, and soda. I’m a simple girl.

“Castiel” I called him just as he sat down, earning an attentive look from him. “How come you two are in the bunker as well?”

“I don’t understand” He frowned as he always did.

“I mean… I get why Sam and Dean don’t take me on hunts, but you and Jack?” I looked from him to the boy and back to the angel. “What they’re doing is important, they’re making the world a better place so… why don’t they let you help?”

With the corner of my eye, I noticed how Jack leaned forward and put his hands on the table, interested in Castiel’s response as well.

“They prefer we keep you company” He dedicated me a serene smile and a nod.

“That’s silly! I can be alone in the bunker, I wouldn’t mind” I clicked my tongue, feeling like I wasn’t telling the whole truth. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having you guys there! But heck, I would be willing to sacrifice my comfort if I knew you could be out there kicking ass instead of wasting your time with me!!”

“I enjoy spending my time with you…” Jack mumbled, so I smiled at him in appreciation.

“You are far more important thank you know, Brooke” Castiel kindly replied.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

Castiel frowned, taking a moment. He opened his mouth to reply, but just then, they came to take our order.

“Hello! What can I get you?” A friendly looking short-haired ginger stood by our table, notepad in hand.

“Um, I’ll have… A burger with everything on it, some fries and a Coke” I said, smiling at her.

“I…” Jack spoke up after me. “I’ll have the same”

She nodded and wrote it down, only to look at Castiel after.

“Uh, nothing for me, thank you” With that, she walked away, leaving us in silence.

I stared at Castiel, not wanting to be rude, but really wanting to know what he was about to say before we were interrupted.

“We just want to protect you” He realized what I was thinking and carried on.

I watched him carefully, trying to figure out what he meant. Maybe he was just trying to tell me that I mattered, and of course I did! Everyone mattered, every person was worth saving. But it mattered more to save more people instead of worrying about someone that, although scared, was already safe.

“Fine, mom” I jokingly rolled my eyes in the end, which caused them two to laugh a little. “You don’t eat then?”

He seemed to appreciate the change of subject, because his stiff shoulders relaxed.

“No, food tastes like molecules” I laughed a little, but Castiel seemed serious.

“Oh…?” Another thing I knew about angels, I guess. “Well, that… sucks”

I absently looked out the window while we waited for our order to arrive. I felt restless when I realized there was a convenience store crossing the street.

I had almost forgotten, being so comfortable with Jack and Cas, but… I had a life before any of this happened, and some things I left behind. Being an orphan and a workaholic I didn’t have many people, but I did have a job and a house that I didn’t really see myself going back to. At least not any time soon. After feeling so enveloped and welcomed by my new friends, it felt too anguishing and lonely to go back to that.

“Guys?” I spoke up, looking from one to the other. “Would you help me with something?”

“Yes” They both replied at the same time, more than ready to do so before even knowing what.

“I have to tend to some business, y’know…” I gulped, and averted my eyes upon growing aware of how much attention they were paying to me. “Talk to my old boss, go back to my house and get some things… I can’t keep watching Star Wars over and over, I should get some DVDs from my place or something”

They didn’t smile at my joke, because they realized how serious the matter was. It almost felt like giving up my old life entirely. I could have tried to forget about vampires and angels, but… it just wasn’t that easy. Besides, knowing about the supernatural, I felt like I could do something. Maybe even become a hunter like Sam and Dean. Just not quite yet. But I wanted to help, and to do that I had to stay.  

“Are you sure?” Castiel understood what I implied, that I was basically committing to this new life.

“I am” There were butterflies in my stomach as I spoke, but I had made up my mind. “I’m ready”

“In that case, we’ll go with you” Castiel checked with Jack, who nodded in agreement. “As soon as you eat something”

“Thanks, Cas” I smiled at him, gently laying a hand on his arm. His hand fondly fell over mine. He was such an angel.

  I was supposed to lead the way, but I felt quite lost even if I knew where to go. Jack and Cas followed me as I headed for the convenience store where Mr. Collins was probably still trying to figure out what happened to me and how to replace me during my absence.

It felt almost like fate that the bunker was in Lebanon, Kansas and I lived in Kansas City. We weren’t that far away from each other! And Cas’ teleportation skills easily transported us from one place to another, it was pretty great!

“Are you feeling better?” Castiel asked me, trying to gather my attention.

“What? Oh, yeah, sure” I briefly looked at him over my shoulder. “Much better, thank you”

“You do look better” Jack observed, giving me a little smile.

“Nothing some junk food and a little bit of fresh air can’t fix!”

“You seem absent” Castiel told me, gently taking me by the arm. “Nervous, scared even”

I finally looked at him, and it was heartwarming to see the gentle and concerned expression in his piercing blue eyes.

“Thanks, Cas” I smiled, genuinely. “But I’m okay, it’s no big deal”

“Are you sure, Brooke?”

“Yeah! Don’t worry about it”

Although reluctantly, he softly let go of me. I could feel their eyes on me as I kept walking, turning a corner and feeling my heart beating in my throat when I recognized the street I was in. I had walked around there every day for so long. Geez, and to think that barely a week ago I didn’t even know my current friends existed.

I kept walking, reminding myself of the comfort Castiel and Jack brought me as they walked behind me. Then I finally stopped before the convenience store where I used to work and took a deep breath. It looked… smaller. I paused before it, preparing myself to face the situation.

“Do you want us to come in with you?” Jack mumbled after a moment of silence.

“No. No…” Realizing I was deep in thought, I turned around and fondly patted his arm. “Thanks, Jack, but I need to do this myself”

“We understand” Castiel leaned forward slightly since they were still behind me. “We will be right here if you need anything”

I squeezed Castiel’s arm as well to thank him before I nodded with resolve and headed inside. Every step I took closer to the store made my heart thump against my chest with more intensity. I thought that it was stupid to get so nervous over talking to my old boss. But it wasn’t only facing him, it was what it implied too, to leave all that behind, to definitely say goodbye to my old life. Quitting my job meant the start of my new life.

I quickly peeked through the window, without stopping, before walking inside. Mr. Collins was actually behind the counter, occupying my old spot, which told me that he hadn’t found anyone to fill my position. He would probably be mad at me for my absence.

When he heard the welcoming bell, he looked up from his phone, bearing a deadpan expression.

“Welcome to…” And then he saw me. His entire face became a reddish tone. “You”

“M-Mr. Collins, I need to talk to you” I muttered, avoiding any eye contact.

“Yes, you do, you absolutely do!” He slammed his phone onto the counter, making me jump a bit. I watched my friends outside with the corner of my eye. Castiel took a step forward, but I subtly told him it was okay with just a glance. “Care to explain where have you been? It was your job to be here, not mine”

“I am truly sorry, believe me, and I would have called, but-“

“I can’t find someone to replace you, and meanwhile you’re probably out there being too lazy to come to work”

“Excuse me, but you have no idea what I… What kept me, sir”

“Then by all means, tell me!” He replied with his posh and arrogant voice.

I couldn’t be honest with him, I wouldn’t just tell him I was attacked by vampires and rescued by two hunters of the supernatural. So I said something else instead.

“With all due respect, Mr. Collins, I don’t think my personal life matters. What’s important is that the reason I was absent is because something… unexpected happened that-“

“I don’t care what happened to you, you should have been here!”

“Why didn’t you try to contact me?” I noticed how he rolled his eyes, and was hit with realization. “You… you lost my number, why wouldn’t you ask for it again?”

For someone as arrogant as him with such an ’important’ job, he was pretty irresponsible and unprofessional. He didn’t even care if something bad happened to me, just that I wasn’t there to watch his stupid store. He wasn’t even paying me that much! I…

“Gosh, you only care about yourself and your store” I thought aloud. “Honestly, Mr. Collins, you’re a terrible boss and an awful person”

He scowled at me and rolled his eyes once more.

“That’s saying a lot coming from an orphan” He shouted, letting me know I had hurt his ego.

“Thank you for proving my point” I frowned, trying not to show how hurt I was by his words. Again. “I quit”

Mr. Collins just glared at me, but I ignored him and exited the store. I heard the doorbell for what I thought would be the last time. Castiel immediately came to my side.

“Are you okay, Brooke? I noticed the situation was… tense”

“Are you kidding? I’m great!” I heaved a sigh, feeling energized. “It felt great to stand up to that jerk!”

“Where to next?”

“My place, if that’s okay, to pick up some things”

  After tending to some more quick business, we got back to the bunker, with me now carrying a bag with the most important stuff I would need there: some clothes, my laptop and a few other personal possessions that I missed.

As soon as we walked into the bunker and down the stairs, I plopped down in the nearest chair and heaved a big sigh. I was exhausted after so much walking and, welp, the emotional rollercoaster too.

Jack and Cas sat down in the table with me. Jack showed me a soft yet somewhat awkward smile when I looked at him. They were both staring at me, trying to be subtle but they weren’t too inconspicuous as they also exchanged changes between them.

“What a day, huh?” I said to break the tension, to let them know I was still my usual cheerful self.

“How are you feeling, Brooke?” Castiel asked me gravely, frowning as he still stared.

“G-Good! I’m good, heh” I averted my gaze and traced the outlines of the countries on the map that the table displayed before us.

“Are you feeling better now?” Jack asked me too.

“Y-Yeah, I, uh… I kinda feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders” I then grabbed one of the rubber marks I threw at Cas when I first met him and began playing with it. “It was a bit tough and very emotional but… I feel lighter now”

All of that felt so trivial, my job, my house, my routine. It might take time, but in the bunker I got a chance of doing something different, something good. Something big. Helping Sam and Dean make the world a better place, even if step by step. They… inspired me to be brave.

“Is it temporary?” Castiel’s deep voice brought me back to reality. “I have the feeling that you want to leave your old life behind”

“I really don’t know, Cas” I looked into his blue eyes and found them to be comforting, almost familiar. Sometimes I almost forgot that he was a heavenly being despite his softness and humanity. “I… I just know that I want to do some good, and here with you guys I can”

Castiel showed me a fond smile, but didn’t say anything else, he just nodded.

“We’re glad to have you here” Jack mumbled, shrugging a bit. “Your company is-“

He then closed his eyes tight and winced, holding his head with both hands. I gasped and forgot my tiredness as I frantically stood up.

“Jack?!” Looking to Cas, I realized he seemed to be experiencing a similar sort of discomfort, they were both groaning in pain. "What's going on, are you okay?!”

Castiel breathed out in distress, and Jack did too even if louder, even in more discomfort.

“You’re freaking me out, guys!” I gulped, heavily leaning my hands on the table for support as I glanced from one to the other, just as they calmed down. “What the heck just happened?!”

Jack visibly gulped, widening his eyes as they settled over Castiel. The aforesaid seemed calmer, but he refused to meet with my glance. The silence made my violent heartbeat more obvious, and it was profoundly anguishing me.

“Please say something…” I begged, breathing heavily as the sound of my panting filled the silence.

“It was angel radio” Castiel finally explained, slowly locking eyes with me.

I opened my mouth to reply, but found that I was speechless.

“A-Angel radio?” I looked down to the table, feeling how the exhaustion washed over me again, and noticing my knuckles turning white from how tight I was gripping the table. “So that means there are more angels. I mean, of course they are, but uh... You communicate with them?”

“Not exactly” Cas replied, speaking slowly. “When they talk amongst them using their angelic powers, we can hear them”

We both stared at Jack, who was still silent, sitting stiffly in the chair.

“Uh… ’We’? So Jack’s an angel too?” For some reason, that wasn’t as shocking as realizing that Castiel was. “He’s… like you…”

“I-I’m a nephilim” He finally spoke up, even if his eyes were still wide open. “I’m part human”

“Wow” I awkwardly chuckled, slowly sitting back down. “That’s… um, interesting…”

“Brooke?”

“Are you alright?”

“I am! Don’t worry, guys, it’s… it’s cool”

I hadn’t noticed I had gotten back up, but I really needed to get away from there. After learning Castiel was an angel I thought I was okay with the supernatural. But Jack’s true nature hit me harder than I could anticipated. Maybe it was that I related to him, that I felt like we were equals and… turned out he was part angel.

“If you’ll excuse me” I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the fact that I had been idly standing there for longer than I wanted and that they still stared at me. “I think I’m gonna crash”

Hence, I walked back to my room, my head filled with questions and doubts as much as my heart was.

  Time seemed to put things into perspective. Hours passed until it turned to night, and it was really late when I heard Sam and Dean returning to the bunker. By that point, the emotion of the day was really taking a toll on me and I was getting sleepy.

However, I felt almost at peace now. Sure, it was mind-blowing that Jack was an angel too or… well, a nephilim. But it changed nothing. Castiel was Castiel, he was my friend despite being an angel, and so was Jack. Nothing had changed, he was still the same nerdy soft boy that I watched Star Wars with. I just needed some time alone with my thoughts, and when I did, I realized all of this.

I was so deep into my thoughts that I got startled when someone softly knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Sam”

“Oh, come on in!”

Sam cautiously opened the door and peeked inside the room. I waved at him and he came in, closing the door behind him.

“I thought you would be sleeping by now” He looked a bit tired and disheveled, but otherwise okay, taking in consideration he had just returned from a hunt.

“Guess I have a lot on my mind” I shrugged, watching how he sat down at the edge of the bed with me.

“Yeah, how you holding up?”

“Can’t complain”

“Cas told us he took you guys outside” Before I could say anything, Sam stared at me gravely. “And he told us that you were sick”

“That was nothing, Sam” I carelessly waved my hand. “I just needed some fresh air”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, absolutely! I’m fine, I promise. You guys need to stop worrying about me”

“And what about Jack being a nephilim?”

“It’s not that bad…”

“Okay” He made a pause, brushing his hair away from his face, before he continued speaking. “Then let’s talk about that phone call”

“Geez, would you forget about it, please? It was embarrassing enough without you rubbing it in my face”

Sam grinned but calmly nodded, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I just wanted to check on you” He excused himself. “Seems like it was an eventful day”

“It was pretty crazy” I shrugged, even if bearing a smile. “But I suppose it’s like this for you everyday”

“Pretty much” Sam chuckled. “Crazy is kinda normal for us now”

“Yeah” I chuckled too, then kindly patting his arm. “Hey, so how’d the hunt go?”

“You know… the usual” He intertwined his hands over his lap.

“Sure, you know” I let out a soft guffaw. “Just saving the world”

Sam grinned at me, but didn’t say anything.

“Was it… dangerous?” A part of me was incredibly curious to know more details, but the other knew it was all still too recent to want to hear any of it.

“Nothing we couldn’t handle” He nodded calmly, his eyes displaying kindness as usual, but also fondness. “Don’t worry about it, Brooke”

“Sorry” I grinned, locking eyes with him. “Can’t help it”

“I know” He stood up and playfully slapped me in the leg. “Try to get some rest”

“You too” We smiled at each other as Sam left and closed the door behind him.

I thought it was time to go to sleep already so I lied down, put the covers over myself and closed my eyes. It felt cozy to be there, relaxing and doing nothing as I let the slumber take me. I also felt more at ease knowing Sam and Dean were back safely, and that Jack and Cas were there with me too.

I was falling asleep when the door quietly swung open, barely enough letting my hear it. I looked over my shoulder to Jack sticking his head in.

“Sorry” Jack whispered, quite gravely, bearing a serious expression. “I wanted to see if you were awake, I didn’t mean to wake you up”

Before I could even reply, he was already on his way, closing the door once more. But I stopped him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep now that I had the chance to talk to him.

“Jack, wait!” I immediately sat up on the bed, trying to sober up. Frowning in anticipation, he cautiously opened the door and expectantly stared at me. “Can we talk?”

Without a word, he nodded and came inside. Jack stood there, not daring to walk closer nor sit on the bed like Sam had done around two hours ago.

“I’m sorry about before” I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to focus on the conversation instead of my drowsiness. “I just needed a minute, but maybe I… shouldn’t have walked away like that?”

“N-No” Jack replied quickly, clearly surprised by my comment. “No, it’s okay, I… I get it”

“But I feel terrible! You probably were so worried and… I don’t know, it just had been a weird day and I wasn’t expecting that you were a nephol… n-ne…” What was that word again?

“Nephilim?” Jack shyly ventured, trying to help me out.

“Yeah, that! A nephilim! I… You’re still the same Jack” I tilted my head and jokingly wrinkled my nose. “It took me a while to realize, but you being a bit angelical doesn’t change the fact that you’re a nerd”

He dedicated me one of his wide adorable grins and even let out a small chuckle. I fondly stuck my tongue out at him.

“Thank you, Brooke” He nodded, and I could read how genuine it was in his eyes.

“Don’t even mention it” Since a silence established, and because my mind was a bit foggy because of the sleepiness, I decided to add something. “Hey, can I ask you a silly question?”

“Of course”

“Is Cas is your dad?”

Jack blinked repeatedly, making a thoughtful pause before replying.

“Yes… no… It’s… a long story” His voice was now low, almost bleak.

“Mind summarizing it for me?” I stifled a yawn against my hand.

“I just… chose him to be my father” The lighthearted expression in his face was suddenly gone.

I forced my weary head to think of something to cheer him up again, missing his smile, but nothing would come to mind. My body was begging me to go to sleep already, but I didn’t want to leave Jack knowing he was troubled. Besides, his company was exhilarating and addictive as usual.

“Why did you ask?” When Jack tilted his head to the side, almost like Castiel would, I felt even sillier asking that question.

“I mean, you look alike, you’re both angels… kinda. You have similar gestures…” I giggled and pointed at him. “Like that little kitty-like head tilt”

Jack grinned again. Mission accomplished.

“I think you need some sleep” Was his only reply, however.

“Probably, I feel kinda drunk” We both laughed a little, and I plopped down into a lying position once more.

“Sleep well” Jack was about to leave, but there was one last thing I wanted to tell him.

“Jack?” I said, not bothering to move.

“Yes?” He said in his soft voice.

“Just so you know, I felt safe with Sam and Dean, but… I feel even safer now knowing two angels are watching over me”

He didn’t reply at first, so I opened my eyes to quickly glance at him. His smile was now so wide that it created wrinkles around his eyes.

“Goodnight, Brooke” He just said as he left the room.

“Nighty night”

Tagging: @xionroxas, @snowfire71, @thoughtfulcollectormaker

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Woah Baby! Part 4

Fandom: Star Wars (Supernatural/Witch AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: While on a hunt, Poe ends up getting turned into a toddler. Now, it’s your job to take care of a 3 year old, Poe Dameron while Finn goes on the hunt for the witch who did this.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Poe has to kiss someone he loves in order for him to turn back into adult Poe.” Snap scoffed, “Man, those fairy tales are pretty spot on, aren’t they?” 

“Art imitates life,” you said with a shrug.

Finn set his hands on his hips, “Okay, so we just gotta find the person that Poe loves.”

You scoffed, “Well that’s gonna be pretty hard since he can barely use the bathroom by himself.” 

While you and Finn and the rest of the squadron of hunters were trying to make up a game plan, Poe kept looking at you. He stared at you and looked at you. Really looked at you. He tilted his head to the right and thought about the past few days he spent with you as well as moments you had together before he was a toddler.

You both were panting. Your back against the wall. Both of your clothes tattered.

“So much for having my back, Dameron.” You said glaring at him.

Poe peeked around the corner to make sure they weren’t being followed by the werewolf you were hunting, “I handled it, didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes, “Hardly. My clothes are tattered and that dog nearly had me.” You were clearly shaken up. Poe noticed how you were shaking a little.

He sighed and stood in front of you. He cupped your face and made you look at him, “I’m sorry. It was a pretty close call, but I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Finn had come to your door with a very bloody and unconscious Poe hanging off his shoulders. You immediately let them in and had Finn set Poe onto your couch, “What happened?”

“Demons,” Finn said panting, “We were ambushed. Poe thought he could handle them, but they got him and started slicing him with his own angel blade.”

You ripped open Poe’s bloody white t-shirt to reveal a bunch of shallow stab wounds and deep slices along his skin. You took a moment to observe his wounds. Some of them, you’d be able to heal with a spell and salve. The others would have to be treated the human way: stitches. 

“Y/N?” Poe’s eyes flitted open. His voice raspy, “Am I in Heaven?” 

You swiped a strand of his black curls out of his face, “You’re just about there, Poe.”

He hummed, “Thought I was, ‘cause I’m seeing an angel.” With that, he fell unconscious again.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you set yours hand on Poe’s stomach and began to mutter a healing incantation. Slowly and surely, some of his wounds started to close up, but once you started to grow weak, you stopped.

Your pants were soft, “I-I’ll get you a med kit so you can finish the rest.” Finn nodded and watched over his friend while you went to go get the supplies.

Poe woke up hours later. He looked up to see you. His head was resting on your lap. He reached up and grazed his knuckles along your face, “Hey,” he voiced out.

“Hey,” you muttered, “You’re a god damn idiot, Poe. What were you thinking trying to kill all of those demons?”

“Thought that if I did kill all those demons, the world would be less of them. They wouldn’t be able to do any harm to anyone anymore.” 

You took his hand from your face and held it in your own, “We almost lost you. You were on the verge of death when Finn brought you here. It took a lot of power out of me to make sure you didn’t die.”

Poe sighed, “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

You shook your head, “There are very few people I care about in this world, Poe. You’re one of them.”

You skipped into your living room with a bowl of popcorn in your hand. You plopped yourself onto your couch in between Poe and Finn, “What movie did you pick?”

“Harry Potter and the Sorcerer Stone,” Finn said.

You looked at him incredulously, “Seriously?”

Finn pointed to Poe, “He chose it!”

You turned and narrowed your eyes at Poe. He simply smiled, “Don’t pretend like you hate it. I saw that you have the entire series downstairs.”

You blushed and turned your head to the tv, “Touche,” you murmured.

Poe giggled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He kissed your cheek and you settled into his embrace. A small smile made it’s way to your face because of how right this felt.

“-I don’t know! Poe’s probably been with plenty of people in his lifetime! How the hell would I know if he fell in love with one of ‘em?!” Finn asked.

“You spend time with him the most!” You said pointing at him.

“You do too!” He replied back.

“Yeah, only when he needs something! He only comes to me when he needs some sort of healing or potion!” 

You and Finn continued to go back on forth about how you could find the person that Poe loves. With his tiny legs, Poe made his way over to you and started tugging at your shirt.

You looked down and your eyes softened, “Not right now, buddy.”

Poe tugged at your shirt again, “Y/N,” he tugged until he got your attention again.

“What?” you asked looking down at the toddler. Poe had his arms reached up towards you signalling that he wanted you to pick him up. You sighed as you bent down and picked him up. You were ready to go back to your conversation with Finn, but Poe grabbed your face in-between his two little hands, “Poe, what on-” He pressed his tiny lips onto yours and pulled away.

“Why’d he do that?” Finn asked.

You shrugged, “I have no cl-” You stopped mid-sentence because a purple smoke began to encircle Poe. Your eyes widened and you immediately set him on the ground. You, Finn, and everyone else watched as the smoke covered him entirely. 

Within seconds, it cleared to reveal a back to normal, adult Poe…who was naked.

You just stood there, wide-eyed looking at his face. He softly smiled, “Hi.”

“H-”

“Poe! Man!” Finn ran to his friend, handing him a trench coat from his car. He helped Poe slip it on and cover him, “Sorry, don’t have any of your extra clothes with me.”

“That’s fine. I-”

The opposite wall of the warehouse suddenly crumbled down to reveal Kylo Ren’s lackey, Hux, another powerful warlock.

Part 5 (Final)