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cringemesstickles · 1 year ago

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Newfound Vulnerability

TickleTober Day 21: New Discovery

Summary: Claire and Jack get used to being siblings

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1,573

A/N: I wish Jack and Claire got more screen time together. I would’ve loved to see them being hanging out and being buddies

But at least there’s fanfiction 😄

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“Isn’t it weird that we’re, like… technically siblings?” Said Claire Novak, sitting on the couch and fidgeting with the drawstring on her jacket.

Jack, her adopted nephilim half brother, looked up at her from the arm chair that was situated across from her own seat.

“I don’t think it’s all that strange, considering everything else. I mean, I am Lucifer’s son.” He deadpanned, getting a laugh from Claire.

“Fair point. It’s weird to me though…” She said solemnly, her gaze glued to the floor.

Jack furrowed his brows in thought before perking his head up with a smile.

“Well then let’s make it not weird! What do brothers and sisters typically do?”

Claire looked a little taken aback, a pensive expression on her face.

“Well, I don’t know… pillow fights or tickle wars or something like that.”

This caused Jack to tilt his head like a confused puppy, something clearly having thrown him off.

“Tickle? What is that?”

Claire’s eyes widened, surprised by what she was hearing.

“You don’t know what tickling is?!” She asked in disbelief, leaning forward to look at him more intensely.

The nephilim shook his head.

“Nope. But I guess it’s better that we don’t do that; I don’t like fighting.”

The girl laughed, amused by the misunderstanding.

“It’s not actually fighting; it’s like, pretend fighting. And instead of hitting people, you tickle them.” She explained, noting how the confusion still didn’t leave Jack’s face.

Thinking for a moment, she scooted over to make room for the boy, patting the spot beside her.

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

It took a second for Jack to process the instructions before he hesitantly stood up and made his way over, taking a seat beside his new sister.

“Alright, now lay back and put your arms up, like this.” She demonstrated, raising her own arms over her head.

She saw the reluctance in Jack’s body language, noting how he froze all of a sudden.

“Is it… painful?” He asked, watching as she wiggled her fingers in the air as if preparing for something.

“No, you goof, it just feels kinda funny. Trust me, you’ll like it!”

At least she hoped he would. She’d rather not get flung across the room on the off chance that he didn’t like it.

The younger looked into her eyes, looking for any hint of dishonesty, before he smiled.

“Okay. I trust you.”

Claire felt a warmth in her heart that she usually kept guarded at all costs. The way Jack blindly trusted her made her feel something that she couldn’t quite place.

Jack trusted her.

Something that she couldn’t even do herself.

“Claire?”

She was snapped out of her thoughts.

“Are you alright?” Asked the nephilim, a trace of concern in his eyes.

The girl cleared her throat, trying to regroup her mind and refocus on the task at hand.

“Yeah, I’m good… just spaced out for a second, that’s all.”

Jack seemed to accept that, not asking any further questions.

“Anyway… you ready?” She reclaimed her confident demeanor, waiting for the boy to approve the action.

Taking the nod as a ‘yes’, Claire let her fingers dance over the younger’s ribs, testing the waters to avoid a make out session with the wall.

Jack’s eyes widened with surprise and he started to squirm and laugh, making no effort to escape.

“This feels ohohodd… a-am I doing it right?” He giggled, though he wasn’t sure why.

Claire snickered, watching Jack’s face take on a look of confusion, enjoyment, and awkwardness, all at the same time.

“It’s not something you do, it’s something other people do to you. I didn’t think you’d be this ticklish!” She mused and continued her ministrations, adding a little more pressure and focusing specifically on that top rib, her efforts earning a jump and a yelp from the young nephilim.

“AH- I thihink it t-tickles thehehere!!” The boy started to put up a little more effort in his squirming, seemingly only by instinct.

To Jack, the feeling was certainly bizarre, but not unpleasant. It felt almost soothing in a way, or maybe comforting? Whatever it was, he liked it!

“Everyone has spots where they’re more or less ticklish; this must be one of your bad spots, haha!”

Jack shook his head and looked at Claire with mirthful eyes.

“Not bahahahad, I-It’s good. I like ihihit!”

Claire felt that warmth again.

Jack was so… sincere; another thing that she couldn’t bring herself to be.

Every word he said was pure and genuine, authentic and truthful.

Claire couldn’t be vulnerable like that. She always had to lie and hide to keep herself safe.

Noticing she was losing herself in her thoughts again, she quickly forced herself back to reality, not wanting Jack to notice for a second time.

“Lets see where else you’re ticklish… how about here? Cas is really ticklish here.”

Her nimble fingers wandered up towards the boy’s neck, gently fluttering against the soft skin.

“EEK! I-Ihihit tickles even more thehehere!!!” Squealed Jack, instinctively scrunching up his shoulder’s to try and protect himself.

Claire’s eyes sparkled with excitement, thrilled by the stronger reaction.

Taking a gamble, she leaned in and blew a soft raspberry in the crook of Jack’s neck, his laughter raising an octave as he tossed his head back with mirth, cheeks turning rosy from laughing so much.

“CLAHAHAIRE, W-WHAT IS THAHAHAT?!”

The boy shrieked, kicking his legs out and shaking his head back and forth, his eyes starting to tear up from the hilarity.

Claire smirked and brought her head back up, looking at the giddy expression on her brother’s face.

“What? You can smite monsters and stuff but you can’t handle a raspberry?” She teased before going in for another one, delighting in the bubbly reactions it drew.

Jack tried not to dwell on the confusing fact that there was no pink fruit in sight, preferring to focus on how tingly his skin felt at the moment.

“SOMEWHERE ELSE, PLEHEHEASE!”

Claire immediately pulled back and let the nephilim calm down, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“Somewhere else, huh? What about here?” She poked Jack in the side, getting a soft giggle in response.

That soft giggle started to heighten into bright youthful guffaws when the girl snuck her hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, letting her nails skitter and scratch at the warm flesh.

Claire started to laugh along with her brother, enamored with his gleeful reactions.

Never in a million years would Claire have guessed that she’d be sitting on her couch, tickling her adopted celestial brother who could turn her to dust with the snap of his fingers.

It was a welcome surprise though.

“CLAHAHAIRE, NEED A BREHEHEAK!” Cried Jack, bright red in the face.

Claire pulled back and watched the boy catch his breath, a rare fondness in her eyes.

“So, how’d you like your first tickle experience?”

Jack let out the leftover giggles and sat up, rubbing at his sides which were still tingling from the attack.

“I enjoyed it a lot. It was fun!” He smiled brightly.

“Claire, can I try tickling you? I would like to make you laugh like you did to me!” He asked earnestly, tilting his head.

Claire was caught off guard, not expecting Jack to turn the tables so suddenly.

“I- Uh…” She hesitated, but when she saw the hopeful expression on Jack’s face, she just didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Okay, fine… but you gotta stop when I tell you to!”

The nephilim’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and he nodded excitedly.

“I promise!”

Carefully raising his hands, he tried to mimic the wriggling movement that he saw Claire do earlier. He carefully wiggled his fingers against her sides, watching for a reaction.

The girl began to giggle, squirming away from the touch and gently grabbing the nephilim’s hands.

“Oh Gohohod!”

Jack started to giggle as well, ecstatic with his success.

“Am I doing it right, Claire?!” He asked excitedly, looking for validation.

“You’re doing fine, Jahahack.” She affirmed.

After a moment, Claire began to get overwhelmed.

“O-Okay, stop stop stop!”

Jack pulled away, respecting his sister’s boundaries as she had done for him.

Suddenly, Claire felt tears starting to form in her eyes and she desperately tried to blink them away, trying to save face.

The younger’s face was now covered with concern, noticing the older’s abrupt mood change.

“Claire, what’s wrong? D-Did I go too far?” He asked, worried that he’d done something wrong.

Claire sniffed, shaking her head.

“No, i-it’s not that, it’s just…” She took a breath and tried to ground herself.

This was all so new to her; love, trust, vulnerability… she wasn’t used to this.

“I’ve never really been the touchy feely type… I’m just not used to this, that’s all.” She wiped away her tears, looking at Jack’s earnest face.

They sat in silence for a moment, the younger searching for the right words.

“Well, if it means anything… I’m honored that you felt like you could be vulnerable with me.” The nephilim finally said, offering a reassuring smile.

Claire laughed at the sincere statement, her heart warming with affection.

“Thanks, Jack…”

For the first time in forever, Claire let herself be vulnerable, and she didn’t hate it.

She continued to enjoy Jack’s company, forgetting all about the weirdness of their situation and letting herself bask in the newfound warmth of sibling love.

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soft--dragon · 1 year ago

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The Winchester Focus Methods

Words: 2,819

Warnings: None

This is all entirely platonic!! Just Dad!Sam and fluff here folks, the season 15 finale was enough angst for me to last a lifetime honestly

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

"Something wrong?"

"I don't know," Jack frowns, glaring down at the book like it personally offended him. "My brain doesn't like words."

A smile twitches at Sam's lips, settling back in his chair as he watches Jack squint at the thick book. "What do you mean?" He asks gently.

"Well, I'm reading," Jack slowly explains, running a finger along the text. "But I'm not taking in anything, my brain keeps getting distracted. It doesn't like words."

Sam chuckles a bit, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "You mean you're bored?"

Jack pouts, honest to god pouts. "...I think so," he mutters.

Sam smiles with a fond roll of his eyes. "Alright, well, Dean and Cas need this thing researched, so we gotta do the boring stuff."

Jack frowns harder, shoulders slumping so far it was a wonder they stayed attached to his body. Sam eyes him for a moment, then resettles himself in his chair. "Stand up and have a walk around."

The boy glanced up with a scrunched brow. "Huh?" He asks eloquently.

Sam gives a small wave of encouragement. "Take a walk, get your blood flowing again. It'll help you focus."

Jack considers it for a moment then shrugs and stands from his chair, taking a small step away from the table. He sends a wary glance to Sam who simply nods with a smile, turning his attention back to the book so the kid doesn’t feel watched. Slowly but surely, Jack begins to pace laps around the table, eyes flicking from Sam to the books surrounding the library. Occasionally he would click his fingers or tap at his thighs, seemingly determined to get his brain back to liking words again.

Unable to help himself, Sam shifted his gaze from the text to Jack, powerless to hold back his amused smile from the boy's endearing antics. It reminded him of himself actually, back when he was younger and didn't want to research what John had instructed him to. It was Dean who suggested walking around to get him focused again. Well, that and a couple of other tactics. ‘The Winchester Focus Methods’, Dean had dubbed it when they were kids, - tested and guaranteed to get your brain back in working order for hunting.

Sam was sure they were just little distractions Dean made for him so he didn’t get morose from researching and sitting still for so long. His smile softens at the thought, thumbing the page he was meant to be reading. Dean really did do whatever he could to make Sam’s childhood bearable.

"Sam, I don't think this is working."

Sam is pulled from his thoughts by Jack’s voice. He glances back to the kid who looks put out by the lack of progress, picking at the lint on his blue sweater with a furrow to his eyebrows. His forehead was going to become permanently scrunched if he kept doing that so often, Sam thought idly.

"You've been walking around for two minutes," he says with an amused huff, but he leans away from his book anyway to address the Nephilim properly. "It can take a bit longer than that."

"This is boring too," Jack sighs. Now that he knows the word for his lack of attention, he is going to use it as much as he wants.

Sam internally sighs. Alright then, ‘Winchester Focus Method Number Two’ was going to have to come into play. Sliding his chair back, Sam stands and stretches his arms over his head. "You sure you don't want to just keep walking?" He asks.

Jack shuffles his feet and shakes his head. "No. I don't think it's working."

“Alright, Plan B."

Sam steps around the table and moves towards Jack. At the last second, he leans down towards Jack's legs and scoops him up and over his shoulder. Jack's loud yelp of alarm is followed by quick scrabbling for purchase on Sam's back. He grabs handfuls of the man's shirt, elbows digging into Sam's ribs to hold himself up. Sam lightly jostles him to make his elbows slip off the protesting bones, leaving Jack lying helplessly over Sam's spine.

"Woah- Sam, what are you doing?"

"You said the walking wasn't working," Sam replies, barely holding back a grin as he walks to the towering shelves of books and runs his index finger down the spines. "This will help the blood get to your head instead. So hang back there and get focused while I finish my half of the research, okay?"

Mildly disorientated, Jack tries to push himself up on Sam again, a smile on his face at the sudden playfulness from the man. A giggle spills out involuntarily as he slips back down and is fully stretched out from the shift in gravity. "Put me down!"

Hearing the mirthful noises makes Sam grin, shrugging to shift the kid around as he answers. "What was that? Sorry Jack, can't hear you back there."

"Yes, you can!" Jack argues, knowing Sam is most definitely not deaf, and he isn’t that far out of range. Sam could hear him perfectly fine.

"Wow, really muffled aren't you, buddy?" Sam hums innocently, quickly lowering himself to look at the bottom shelves and grinning when Jack yelps and laughs harder at the sudden movement.

"Sam!"

"Jack, I'm trying to find a book on ancient totems. I can't focus with all that laughing," Sam scolds jokingly, squeezing the boy's knee gently.

Jack's socked foot shoots out and almost kicks the shelf, a squeak sounding out from the boy. Sam stares at the leg he'd squeezed, and then his smile widens. "Oh, well that's something."

Jack, now gripping Sam's flannel shirt from surprise, blinks wildly. "What was that?" He asks, attempting to sit up on Sam's shoulder but finding as much purchase as before - which was little to none.

"Jack, you're not ticklish are you?"

Jack picked up on the mischievous tone in Sam's voice, and for some reason, he felt a rush of weird buzzing through his body. Adrenaline? Nervousness? Whatever it was, it was odd.

"Ticklish?" He repeats in confusion, not understanding his body's reaction to the word.

Sam stands again, making sure Jack is secure over his shoulder before squeezing the boy's knee once more. A sharp yelp left Jack again, his whole form wriggling on Sam's shoulder as he gasped. "Whahat is that?" He asks, shaking his leg to free it from the aftershock of weird tingles.

Sam chuckles, and Jack feels it from how he's lying over Sam’s shoulder. "Oh, kiddo," he grins. "You're about to find out."

Winchester Focus Method Number Three has arrived at the door - AKA, Dean’s favorite method.

Keeping an arm stretched around Jack to keep him secure over his shoulder, Sam sets to work squeezing Jack’s knees and calf muscles, chuckling at the boy’s wild kicks and high-pitched squeaks of laughter. The Nephilim keeps switching between squirming for freedom from the barrage of tickling sparks, and going limp on reflex to hopefully slide off Sam’s shoulder. The latter option was useless however as Sam’s grip on him is solid, keeping Jack safe by not letting him fall but ultimately holding him captive in the ticklish trap.

“S-SahAHAHam!” Jack whines, lightly beating his fist onto Sam’s back to cope with the strange, electric sensations racing along his nervous system.

“Feeling focused yet?” Sam asks innocently, spidering over the underside of Jack’s foot, chuckling when the boy practically shrieks.

“NOHOHO!”

“Well, better keep going then,” hums Sam, walking over to the couch sitting on the far wall of the research room. “Can’t let up until you feel ready to research again.”

“Thihihis ihihisn’t hehelping!”

“Sure it is, Dean used to do this to me constantly. You’ll feel ready to go in no time.” Sam let go of Jack to hike him off of his shoulder and drop him onto the couch - gently, of course, he had the title of ‘Responsible Dad’ for a reason.

Jack bounces a bit on the cushions from his high fall, a hand resting on his stomach as he giggles insistently. “Whihiy am Ihihi laughing soho muhuhuch?” he presses through the titters that keep tumbling unbridled from his lips.

Jack curls up into a ball in fresh peals of laughter, his hands torn between holding onto Sam’s and pressing against the man’s chest. Sam noticed however, the kid wasn’t trying to stop him, he was just trying to find something to hang onto. It had happened when the kid was on his shoulder as well, he’d held onto the hunter’s shirt in a vice grip.

“Cause you’re ticklish, bud,” Sam grins, plopping down on the couch and scooping Jack back to lie over his legs, his hands latching around the Nephilm's ribs and scratching at the backs of the bones. “Very ticklish, apparently.”

"You still bored? Want to go back to researching now?" Sam asks, wiggling his fingers along Jack's sides.

The boy's knees fly up to his torso in hopes of blocking the new spot, screwing his eyes closed as he grins brighter than the sun. He doesn't know why he stubbornly shakes his head, too caught up in the fun of the game Sam had sprung to want to go near the books again.

"No?" The younger Winchester seems surprised by the answer, though he can't stop smiling despite himself. "Really? Thought you would be itching to get back to it." As he speaks, Sam reaches over to Jack's feet and scuttles his fingers under his toes, delighting in the sharp squeal and hiccuping giggles produced from the action.

Kicking his legs away from Sam's fingers, Jack grips the arm still caging him in - the one that was still teasing his sensitive side. "Nohoho! No mohore research!"

"How come? Thought you loved learning new things," Sam insists, then brightens with an idea. “Hey, speaking of, do you know how many ribs you've got, Jack?’

The blonde scrunches his brow again in confusion. “W-Whahahat?”

“Your ribs,” Sam repeats, thumbing the lowest set of bones gently and delighting at the bubbly giggle Jack lets out from the touch. “Humans have twenty-four, but you're a Nephilim - an angel and human hybrid. I wonder if you have more or less than a human does.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he instantly drops his hands to Sam’s, clinging onto them as he catches onto the man’s plan. He presses out between giggles, “Ihihihi hahave twehenty fohour!”

“You sure?” Sam squints at the boy. “I might need to count them just to be safe.”

Sam’s purposefully ignoring the importance of the research at this point, intent on keeping Jack with a smile on his face and laughter in the air. Dean and Cas didn't need the information urgently, and he hasn't had a chance to mess around with Jack with everything going on. Deep down, he's sure they both need this break.

Returning to the mission of counting, Sam’s fingers gently probe around Jack’s bottom ribs, pinching the backs to make Jack buck reflexively with a squeal from the change in technique, his eyes squinty from the size of his smile. “Sahaham! Ihihit- ihihit tihihickles!”

“That’s kinda the point, buddy,” Sam chuckles. “Now that’s definitely one, here’s twoooo, threeeee, fooooour~ Good news so far, Jack, you’ve got four sets of ribs! Let’s hope the other eight are there too.”

Jack throws his head back on the couch cushions from where he’s draped over the hunter’s lap. His legs kick at the arm of the furniture as he squeaks and giggles frantically. The tickle attack was maddening, sparks dancing through his bones and making him twist involuntarily. He hasn’t felt anything like this before, and while part of him wonders how he’s been brought to a puddle of laughter so fast, the other part of him is enjoying the playful attention. Sam is reaching the tops of his ribcage when a sensitive nerve on his back gets scratched in passing, and Jack can’t stop the noise that leaves him.

Sam pauses his skittering fingers and stares down at the boy who now has a hand firmly clamped over his mouth. “Did you just snort?” Sam laughs, eyes alight with adoration.

Jack looks helplessly to the side, ears flushed with warmth as he tries to defend himself. “N-Nohoho…” It sounds weak even to him.

“Oh, you so did!” Sam’s nails are now skittering feather-light across Jack’s shoulder blades. He cackles when the Nephilim tries to roll off of his lap instantly from the sudden onslaught which only exposes the soft spot further. “Oh my god, you’re just like Cas, he can’t stand this either.”

With the escape attempt interrupted, Jack is now lying on his side, one of Sam’s hands teasing the hypersensitive spot where his cloaked wings are connected to his body, while the other pokes and pinches the soft flesh of his stomach. He’s utterly trapped between two ticklish hells and it doesn't help he’s snorting again. The loud, uncontrolled sounds peppered between bouts of hearty cackles. Every time he shifts one way to roll over and block a spot, he’s met with more tickles, both spots stupidly sensitive to Sam’s wiggling digits. Jack’s kept on his side, laughing helplessly into the fabric of Sam’s jeans and drumming his socked feet into the couch.

The tickle attack lasts another minute or two before Sam finally lets up, rubbing his hands down the boy’s back comfortingly to soothe the lingering tingles. Jack slumps on his thighs, complete dead weight as he remembers how to breathe. Sam keeps the comforting rubbing going as he fixes the wild strands from Jack’s usually well-kept hair that had fallen across his face. Combing through the soft, golden strands, Sam leans over to check the kid hasn’t fallen asleep on him.

“You alright, Jack?” He asks softly, squeezing the boy’s shoulder.

“Yeheah,” Jack mumbles, his smile seemingly permanently etched into his face.

Sam chuckles. “You’re still giggly?” he teases lightly.

The boy rolls over onto his back to look up at Sam with half-lidded, happy eyes. “Tihickles,” he answers simply.

Sam grins, smoothing down Jack’s hair again and patting his sweater. “You’re okay though?”

Jack nods, eyelashes fluttering as he relaxes entirely on Sam’s legs. “It was fun,” he answers honestly. “I liked it.”

The answer is enough to make Sam’s chest feel lighter than it has in a long time, pure adoration for his kid making him smile fondly. “I’m glad,” he replies warmly. “Most people hate it cause it can feel overwhelming or they’re too ticklish. Honestly, you might just give Dean a run for his money with those reactions.”

Jack’s eyes widen and he suddenly looks a hell of a lot more energized than he did a second ago. “Dean’s ticklish?” he demands.

The long-haired hunter exhales a fond laugh, sitting back on the couch and rubbing a hand down his face. “He’s gonna kill me for telling you that… but yeah, he is.”

Jack sits up and presses his hands on Sam’s knees to support himself. “Will you help me take him down?” He asks, terrifyingly serious for something as simple as a tickle attack.

Sam considers it for a moment. On one hand, it would make some great photos for blackmail - it would definitely outweigh the photo Dean still has of him asleep with a spoon in his mouth. On the other hand, the repercussions of it would be heavy.

…Eh, fuck it.

He’s Sam Winchester. He’s saved the world from three apocalypses and fought the Devil himself. He can handle his older brother’s revenge.

“I’m in,” he agrees, then glances at the table where the books are still stacked high. “Though, if you wanna get him sooner rather than later, we need to finish that research.”

“Right!”

Jack leaps off the couch and practically slams back into his chair, grabbing the book he’d been previously staring at before. Sam has to hold back a snort of his own at how fast the kid moved, heaving himself off the couch to sit opposite the Nephilim. He drags his own book back to sit in front of him, resting his cheek on an open palm while the other snags his pencil.

Sam smirks into his palm. Dean was going to wish he’d stayed out when he got back. He didn’t doubt for a second Cas was going to join in on the harmless attack. Well… mostly harmless anyway. Depends if they pin Dean down well enough, he’s been known to be a kicker.

“Sam.”

Flexing his eyebrows to show he was listening to Jack, he hums, “Yeah, kid?”

“My brain likes words again.”

Sam shakes his head with a grin. “Glad to hear it, bud. Let’s put it to use.”

Welp, seems there was another tactic to add to the Winchester Focus Methods; ��Plan A Future Attack On An Unsuspecting Friend’. It felt like a fitting addition.

#spn tickle #supernatural tickle #supernatural #ler!sam winchester #lee!jack kline #jack kline #sam whinchster #dad!sam #my fanfic #i LIVE for found family guys #it's my favourite trope

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nicostkthoughts · 1 year ago

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It started with a bite of his burger, and it caught Dean's eye. He can see Jack taking as just of a big bite out of his burger as Dean did. The elder Winchester just batted an eye as he took a sip of his beer, Jack taking a sip of his own water at the same time, before they both set it down at the same time. Something in him, it reminded Dean of Sammy. How when Sam was younger, he'd always copy Dean until he wrecked the younger Winchester.

To test this, Dean grabbed his beer again, leaning back in the chair. He glanced over at Jack, seeing the young nephilim doing the exact same thing. “Stop.” He said sternly, looking right over at Jack. The nephilim stared at Dean, before taking a huge sip of water just as Dean took a huge sip of beer. “Okay that's it-” Dean grinned and tackled Jack after their drinks were placed down, again, at the same time. Jack squeaked as he was pinned down, looking up at the elder Winchester with wide eyes.

“Y’know how I dealt with Sammy when he pulled this shit?” Dean asked with a shit-eating grin. A bit confused and startled, the nephilim shook his head. “No.” He replied. “What did you do?” He asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. “This.” Dean replied before tickling his sides. Jack immediately erupted into laughter, trying to push his hands away from his sides. “Dehean- ihit tihickles!” Jack giggled out. Dean couldn't help but smile at that, chuckling softly to himself. “If you're laughing this much over just the sides, I'd love to see how you laugh when I get your worst spots.” He teased before digging under his arms. Jack squealed and threw his head back in loud laughter. “DEHEAN NOHOT THEHERE PLEHEASE!” Jack laughed loudly with a snort. Dean started laughing himself at that. “No way! Did you just snort? Man, I gotta tell Sam and Cas when they get back!” He chuckled. “Didn’t know you and Sam had the same weak spot.” He grinned mischievously before letting up a few minutes later.

Jack grinned and caught his breath, panting softly when Dean finally let up. “That was fun.” The nephilim smiled a little, causing Dean to grin. “Just like Sammy, he used to love when I played tickle monster with him when he was little.” He informed, taking a sip of his beer as he sat back down on the motel couch. “He did?” The nephilim asked with a small smile. “He sure did. Maybe I can teach you a few pointers to tickle Sammy.” Dean chuckled as his attention turned towards Scooby Doo, which was playing on the TV. Jack smiled as he recovered from the tickle attack, his attention turning towards the TV too, as he leaned his head against Dean's shoulder. Maybe he did belong with them.

#sfw tickle blog #sfw tickles #supernatural tickle #tickle blog #ticklish!Jack #ticklish!Jack Kline #Ler!Dean #Lee!Jack

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nuni-draws · 3 years ago

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#supernatural #spn #castiel #castiel winchester #supernatural fanart #my art #jack kline #god-ler jack #dadstiel #lgbt pride #pride in heaven

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wordstrings · 6 years ago

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But maybe if I looked real hard, I’d see you’re trying too

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Sam was pulling his lower lip into his mouth, as if to quash a smile. “Y’know, there’s this thing – it’s called ‘beating a dead horse.’ Turns out you’re really good at that.” He huffed. “You must’ve learned it from Dean.”

Jack thought it was odd, how Sam seemed so reluctant to smile. That happened a lot, actually, which was why he kept bringing up the joke. It had made Sam laugh the first time. The effect appeared significantly less potent with each telling, though, and Jack hadn’t yet worked out why.

“Does Dean... beat horses regularly? That doesn’t sound nice.”

That lip-biting move occurred again. “It’s just an expression. About doing the same thing over and over.”

Jack brightened. “Oh! Like how the priest and baker keep walking into bars–”

“Stop,” Sam laughed. (Laughed! The joke was working again!) “I know you’re not always as clueless as you pretend to be. Those puppy eyes only go so far. Take it from someone who knows.”

Alright, maybe Sam was onto him. But there was some level of satisfaction to be had knowing Jack could spur a reaction, any reaction, regardless of the cause. Still, he wanted to know.

“Why do you laugh sometimes but not others?” Jack squinted up at the lighting. Was it any darker in here since the skylights had stopped catching the slanting sun? “Is there an environmental factor to how funny it is when the baker asks about the bartender’s–”

“Okay, champ, you’re done.”

Sam was laughing again through his words, which was great! He was also hooking an arm around Jack’s shoulders, and pulling with abrupt force, and twisting, and Jack realized too late that his weight was already off-balance and Sam was going to throw him to the floor but they were in the library, not the training room, and there were no mats to cushion the fall–!

“Aah!” was all Jack managed with a useless flail in the empty air. Then, “Oonf,” as his shoulders hit the sofa cushions with Sam still halfway under him. He took a breath to say, “Oh! That was scary!” or maybe, “That was fun!” but his mouth inexplicably burst out laughing instead.

And then the laugh exploded into a higher pitch as Sam’s fingers scribbled at his sides.

“You laugh when something unexpected happens,” Sam said. “When something scares you, and then it turns out it’s safe. Or there’s a punchline you didn’t see coming – not one you’ve heard a dozen times already. Or, if you’re ticklish.”

Sam had shifted himself so he was half holding Jack down, half enfolding him to keep him from squirming away (which Jack had proven adept at, lately). His mischievous hand zipped from Jack’s side to his armpit, to his stomach, to his knee.

“We already know I’m ticklish!” Jack wailed, giggling wildly and trying to wriggle his way out of Sam’s hold. “You don’t have to prove it again!”

“Guess I’ve got a dead horse on my hands,” Sam said with a grin.

He had Jack held securely against him, with a long leg wrapped over Jack’s shins to keep him from kicking too hard. Sam’s fingers darted nimbly from ticklish spot to ticklish spot, so that the moment Jack twisted away from one, he was attacked at another. The scritching, scurrying onslaught was too fast, too debilitating; Jack resorted to batting blindly at wherever he thought Sam’s hand might tickle next (he mostly guessed wrong) while his eyes scrunched shut in bubbly laughter. Sam’s grip around his shoulders was firm as an emphatic hug; his chest was a warm wall, his uncommon playfulness a rush of delight.

Jack realized, in a moment of giggles stretched thin between breaths, that Sam was laughing, too. He wore a smile that actually reached his eyes – the first Jack had seen all week – while chuckles rolled in his throat.

The shared mirth of it all made the laughter in Jack’s chest feel warm and sparkling. He didn’t know how much longer he could take being tickled to bits, but the moment of pure levity was worth it. Good moments were things to hold on to; he knew that much.

“Ah, what’s this, now?” Rowena’s voice lilted over the commotion they were making. “Finding new ways to torment the nephilim, are we?”

Sam’s teasing fingers finally stopped. Jack heaved a breath and blinked for clarity through his lashes as Sam unwound himself and ruffled his hair. Rowena pinched at his cheek.

“Wee lamb,” she crooned. “Sometimes I think I might be sick over how precious. If you ever need any help getting back at the moose man, you just give me a ring.” Her coy smile was punctuated with a wink. “That’s what family is for, after all.”

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[Dead Horse, Guns N’ Roses]

#tickle fic #Supernatural #Jack Kline #Sam Winchester #tickling #Rowena MacLeod #ficlet #gen #bunker family #ticklish!Jack #ler!Sam #stringswork #i NEED THIS BEAN HAPPY OK #im worried for him #also sweet cuddly tickles are the best #and yeah im still here SURPRISE i guess #still love yall

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