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theanarik · 2 years
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I have this idea for a destiel story that I know would look amazing in a graphic format, but i just don't know how to draw ;ccc
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sterekmpreg · 10 months
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valeron99 · 11 months
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Family walk.
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angelsdean · 2 months
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like. listen. i'm just saying, both dean and sam are there when jack gets his soul back but it's only dean that hugs him with so much emotion. where's his hug from you, sammy, hmm??
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shallowseeker · 8 months
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Ohhhh, Cas and Dean talking to Jack in 14x15 under the guise of talking to/about the snake is sooooooooo 🥺
Jack is defensive about opening up about his emotions, so the snake becomes neutral ground -> code for Jack himself.
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AHHHHH! Kill me now.
Cas:
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CAS: You've been spending a lot of time with the snake. ("You've been spending a lot of time alone.") ... CAS: How is he? ("How are you?") JACK: I don't think he's feeling well. ("I don't think I'm feeling well.")
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JACK: I think it's sad. ("I think I'm sad.") ... DEAN: (accepting this, not pushing him) You try bacon? (Jack adds bacon to the pan) DEAN: So does the snake want to take a trip? ("Do you want to take a trip?")
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restlesshush · 11 months
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Cas is a deadbeat dad for dying in 12x23 as well tbh – like oh your super powerful baby is being born and you’re going to risk your life against Lucifer and just leave your kid with your friends who are incredibly dubious re his existence even being a good thing at all? Excellent plan
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13x02 · 8 months
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obsessed with the way all of tfw utterly fucked up parenting jack and gave him every complex under the sun, but we can never forget that kelly was the beginning of those complexes.
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zacharyleigh316 · 3 months
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making a list, checking it twice
making a list, checking it twice | Teen and Up | 2.6K | Read here (or below cut)
Another holiday tradition born for the Winchester family.
“I want to write a letter to Santa.” Jack announced to the room, making Dean look up from the book he was reading.
They were in the library, pouring over the copious amounts of books and folders of lore the Men of Letters had stashed upon the shelves — “think of it as spring cleaning” Sam had said to them that morning over breakfast, after suggesting they could be kept occupied by doing some ‘light’ organizing, “but it’s winter, not spring”, and before making himself scarce, fucking off to who knows where, nowhere to be found when the time actually came to clean, “that’s why I said to think of it as spring cleaning, Dean,” came his brother’s ‘matter of fact’ reply, in that particular tone of his (you know the one), and “winter cleaning then,” Castiel supplied afterward, rather unhelpfully, but who was Dean to ever deny the angel anything, especially with that smile on his face, so here he was — and Jack met Dean’s eye, eyes twinkling with a startling amount of determination, as if they’d made an earth shattering revelation just now, one that wasn’t even related to what they were supposed to be doing.
“What was that?” Dean asked, as if he hadn’t heard the kid correctly the first time.
“I’d like to write a letter to Santa. That is what the kids do for Christmas isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah, guess so,” Dean furrowed his brows, “but we’re not exactly the poster child for what most normal people do for, well, anything really.”
“Hm, true, but I’d still like to write one, if I can.”
“You can do whatever you want, kid, no one is gonna stop you.” Dean said, about to go back to his appraisal of his book, but paused.
“You know you could just tell us what you wanted. For Christmas. You don’t have to write a letter to Santa.” 
Jack smiled, and nodded, seemingly undeterred regardless of what Dean had to say about it. 
“I know.”
“Alright.” Dean said rather awkwardly, and was to the first to break eye contact. 
However, upon looking back down at his book, he found that he couldn’t even read the damn thing anymore, staring at the same grouping of words—of what creature Dean couldn’t even tell you—for some time without taking anything in; he just had to know.
“Jack, why Santa?”
“Why not?” They shrugged, expression earnest, and Dean’s jaw clenched with the force of all his self restraint.
This kid wasn’t very forthcoming, were they? Getting any sort of explanation from them was like pulling teeth. 
Of course it wasn’t the kid’s fault, they were just like that, and Dean was no stranger to it, after all, he had years experience with the kid’s father, and normally he didn’t mind it, but there was a time and place for everything, and when you were trying to ask questions (whilst skirting around the glaringly obvious “Santa ain’t real” conversation like it was a marquee sign with blinding, blinking, twinkly lights—Jack was still a kid when it came down to it) it was like stepping through a minefield. You’d think devoting your life to fighting monsters would make shit like this easy.
It did not.
“Sure,” Dean nodded, closing the book he was clearly done with for now, and leaned back in his chair, “but what if…Santa can’t get you what you ask for?”
“You mean if he isn’t real?”
Oh. 
Guess it wasn’t that hard after all, Dean thought, unable to stop the look of surprise on his face.
“I wasn’t gonna say that.” He muttered.
“It’s okay, Dean.” Jack chuckled. “But even if he doesn’t, I still want to. Just in case.”
“Just in case…what, exactly?” Dean asked,  brow raised curiously.
“Who’s to say what’s real and what’s not? Belief is about having faith, is it not? People believe in things, because having faith also means having hope. And when one doesn’t hope, it means we’ve given up, which is sad. I don’t like being sad.”
Dean chuckled. “Makes sense.”
“Besides, people might not have proof that the things they believe in exist, but that doesn’t mean they don’t. I’m a nephilim, and I exist. Angels and demons exist. Monsters exist. Many people don’t believe in the supernatural, and yet we’re still real. We hunt monsters for a living.”
“Can’t argue with you there.” Dean agreed, nodding.
“If all this still exists despite that, how can we say if Santa is real or not, either? I choose to believe. I have faith in him, and hope he’ll get my letter. Nothing bad can come from trying.” Jack finished, leaving an impressed Dean speechless.
“Damn, kid. That’s some sound logic.” He managed after a while, with an amazed whistle. 
“Thank you.” Jack beamed.
“Alright,” Dean said, quickly shifting gears, “enough of the philosophical, grown up talk, Aristotle, let’s write some letters to Santa.” 
“Really?” They asked, sounding hopeful. 
And damn if Dean wasn’t just as weak to this kid as he was to Castiel.
“Hell, you said yourself kid. Why the fuck not? And when you’re done, we’ll address it to the North Pole, and I’ll take you to the mailbox.”
Jack nodded. “I’d like that.”
And so, with a clap of his hands, Dean stood up and made his way over to the other side of the table to Jack. They found some paper, and a pen that Dean figured was probably Sam’s, lying around, made easy by the fact that they were already in the library, and put it to good use as they went about writing Jack’s letter to Santa.
The kid’s handwriting was pretty shit, but then again, Dean’s penmanship wasn’t anything to write home about either, and though slightly more legible, it was more authentic if Jack did it—plus Dean didn’t want to reap the nephilim the chance to do it themself. Jack was pretty excited about this, perhaps for some reason beyond Dean’s understanding, but he was young once too, and had been invested in making the holidays both ‘merry and bright’, if not for himself then for Sam, since the absence of their dad had saved John from any and all responsibility to pass the holiday bug around to his sons, so Dean could do this—at the very least—for his own kid. He was there in case Jack needed his help, and that was enough.
When Jack finished, they folded the letter up and put it in an envelope addressed to Santa, just like he promised. And if it helped Jack feel a little more like a normal kid, then that was a success in Dean’s book.
“Hey kid, you all set to go get it delivered?”
“Yes, I think so.” Jack replied with a nod, smiling down at the letter in their hands.
Dean chuckled and reached out, giving their shoulder and friendly pat, and squeezed. “Then let’s make sure Santa gets his letter.”
They headed to the garage and slipped into Baby, her leather cool and smooth, and Dean turned the key into the ignition, sending the kid a wink from across the bench seat as she roared to life. Her rumbling purr never failed to soothe that barely there ache in his soul, that itch he got every once and while, just under his skin. Jack patted her dash with a soft, appreciative smile, and Dean bit his cheek to hide the overwhelming bout of fondness that rattled against the cage of his chest, making his heart thrum in time with Baby’s idling.
“Wanna get some ice cream and hot cocoa after we send your letter?” Dean asked then, unable to help himself, a little bit of that fondness seeping out into the edges of him.
“Can they have the big marshmallows?” 
Dean laughed. “I don’t know if anybody does that, but tell you what kid, we can pick up some big marshmallows for our own hot cocoa on the way home.” He said as they pulled out, and though Jack didn’t reply, their resulting grin was answer enough.
Their posts in the library were left abandoned and forgotten.
Jack practically skipped to the mailbox at the post office, and, with Dean by their side, dropped the sealed envelope inside. 
“You really think Santa will get it? That the post delivers all the way there?”
Dean shrugged. “I don’t see why not, it’s a place right? And all places get mail. Besides, you could probably deliver it yourself if you wanted to.” 
Jack did have wings, that was, they were part angel. They honestly could just fly to the North Pole, and deliver the letter to Santa directly.
Jack looked thoughtful, brows furrowed.
“Oi, don’t get any ideas, kid. You said you wanted to experience this like a normal kid, and regular kids who aren’t nephilim have to wait for the post.” Dean added quickly, eyeing his kid skeptically.
“I know.” Jack said simply, before turning to wave at a woman who was watching them off to the side.
Christ this kid was something else, Dean thought to himself, internally shaking his head with an exasperated fondness, not too unlike the feeling from before.
However, externally, Dean’s hackles raised, and he instinctively stepped closer to Jack, like a mama bear protecting her young from a stranger who, may or may not, be hostile, and/or pose a threat.
“Hi!” Jack chirped, either unaware of Dean’s sudden change in demeanor, or just not commenting on it, in lieu of greeting said stranger. He really needed to teach this kid not to just talk to every random person they met.
“Hello.” She greeted back politely, apparently entirely nonplussed at the big, burly, six foot figure that imposed intimidation behind the kid’s left shoulder.
“Is this your son? Is he sending a letter to Santa?” She asked Dean, who crossed his arms, not backing down just yet.
“My kid, yeah,” he corrected, watching the lady’s face for any tells, “it’s their first time, actually. We never really celebrated Christmas, didn’t have the time between traveling…for work. But they wanted to try something new this year, so.” 
“Well then, you have a really great dad.” She said sweetly to Jack, who nodded enthusiastically.
“I do.” They agreed easily, and Dean looked at them, eyes wide in surprise.
They thought he was a great dad? Dean didn’t feel all that great, hell, didn’t think he was even that good, but Jack said it so effortlessly.
“He’s taking me out for ice cream and hot chocolate next!”
“Ooo,” she laughed, a light, bubbly sound that was genuine enough for Dean to finally settle, “you two have fun then. I won’t keep you any longer.”
Before she left, the woman leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to Jack, in that fake ‘not at all quiet’ way people did when what they were about to say wasn’t actually a secret, “I’m sure Santa will get your letter. You seem like a very sweet kid.” 
It took a second for Dean to realize she had answered Jack’s question for him, and they watched her go, Dean only snapping out of it when he felt Jack’s hand slip into his. They were looking up at him with a smile, holy shit this kid was always smiling, but Dean was, once again, weak willed against it, and decided to allow it. 
They walked down the street to the diner for their sundaes and hot chocolate—with the mini marshmallows, “they’re just as good as the big ones,” and who was Dean to argue with that logic either—and returned to the bunker later full in more ways than one.
Sam finally returned from wherever sometime later, sputtering about at how nothing had gotten done, but shut up once Jack told him what they did instead, soft on the kid just the same as were they all, had always been from the start, and Dean resolutely ignored the way his brother looked at him for it. 
Castiel wasn’t spared from the explanation of their day either, Jack recounting in detail what they did at bedtime, Cas looking rather pleased from where he sat on edge of Jack’s bed, engaged fully, attention rapt despite the childlike, long windedness of it all. He was always amazing at that, paying attention to, and hanging on, your every word. It was one of the reasons why people loved him.
Why Dean loved him.
“Did they tell you what they wished for?” Dean asked when Cas slipped into bed, after tucking Jack in for the night.
“No, they didn’t say.”
“Damn. They were talking for hours. We didn’t even do that much today.” He said, impressed.
Cas chuckled, reaching over to drag his hand along the side of Dean’s face, smiling when he leaned into his palm. 
“Maybe not, but it was important to them. They needed to make sure we knew that.”
“They were really excited. Made me believe in Santa.”
“Mm.” Cas hummed, sounding amused.
“Shoulda heard them today Cas, they made some solid points. They’re a smart kid.”
“They are, yes.” Cas agreed.
“You think Santa’ll really get the letter?”
“I don’t know.” He said honestly, and their eyes met. “But I have faith he will.”
Dean grinned. “Yeah. Faith. Funny. They said that too.”
“Seems to be our motto, don’t you think?” Cas mused, happily accepting the answering kiss.
“Think we’ll make this a tradition. Get the whole family in on it. Whatcha think?”
Cas smiled at Dean as he yawned, and the two of them snuggled close together, just as they did every night. 
“I think that sounds wonderful.”
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Dear Santa,
My name is Jack Kline. My mother was Kelly Kline, but she’s in Heaven now, and though I miss her, I know she’s safe and happy there. You know that, don’t you? I can only assume you’re omniscient, if the song is to be believed. 
But it’s okay because I have a bigger family now, to fill in the gaps. Though my last name is Kline, I’m a Winchester. But you probably know that too, right?
Anyway, I don’t know if you deliver presents to nephilim, oh yeah I’m a nephilim by the way, but I promise I’ve been good. Did I make it on your list? I hope so, but if I didn’t that’s okay too, I didn’t want much. I already have what I wanted. 
But if you’re still in the business of granting wishes, all I wanted to ask for was to bring my family together for Christmas. We don’t really celebrate the holidays, because we’re always busy hunting, but they’ve worried about everyone else long enough that they deserve a break too (plus I think it would be nice to have a normal family Christmas like they do in the hallmark movies Dean secretly enjoys watching). 
P.S. Dean is one of my dads! 
But yeah, that’s all Santa. 
Love,
Jack.
P.P.S. Okay I lied, I know that’s pretty bad, and I’m sorry Santa, but I also really want a snow globe, because I think they’re cool.
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Dean yawned, still weary from sleep, as he entered the kitchen Christmas morning, and started the coffee pot, leaning against the counter to support his heavy, sleep-addled limbs. It was still early enough that everyone else in the bunker was asleep, giving Dean the chance to make breakfast for his family. And despite his caffeine deprivation, soon to be cured by the glorious pot of bean juice currently brewing, he found himself oddly cheery, a bubbly sort of excitement simmering just beneath the surface.
He poured himself a cup when the machine was done, and, after a long, satisfying gulp of the black, bitter slosh, Dean turned around to start about making their actual breakfast, stopping short when he noticed that, just over there, on the dining table, sat comfortably right in the middle like a centerpiece, was a snow globe, gently falling, sparkling snow over a family and their black car, within.
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casgape · 7 months
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times when Jack is a child:
when fandom wants to make Father's day edits for Dean
times Jack is not a child:
when we're calling Dean's behavior towards Jack child abuse
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starlite-png · 1 year
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Very messy spn au fic idea
Dean tries to commit suicide in 2004 by jumping off of a bridge. Sammy's off at college, Dad hasn't contacted him in months, and at this point, he's too much of a mess to even hunt properly. But as he stands on the bridge, ready to just be done and jump off, he notices a baby carrier set by the railing. It’s not empty. Inside is a baby no older than 6 months old, and notecard with the name "Jack" written on it. Despite his...previous plans, Dean can’t just leave the baby there. Granted, he doesn’t trust the local police to take care of the kid, and he really, really doesn’t trust the foster system, but he has no other choice than to grit his teeth and take the baby to the police station.
The poor kid has no known parents, so Jack stays in the system. Dean winds up sticking around the local town to make sure the kid is being taken care of, and then he winds up fuming as the baby is stuck in an orphanage that barely takes care of him. After a couple of months, the baby is adopted, but to Dean’s disgust, the child is even more neglected and mistreated by the couple—who obviously were just rich assholes who wanted to look charitable. One night, while checking up on Jack, Dean has to sneak into their house just to give the poor kid a damn diaper change because the couple was too busy smooching in their fucking jacuzzi to hear the crying of the baby they left alone in their empty mansion of a house.
After that particular incident, Dean snaps. He buckles down and does whatever it takes to make himself presentable. Eventually, after about a year of hard work and worrying over Jack: having 3 jobs at once and barely sleeping, buying a decent house suitable for a child, getting sober, hanging up his Dad’s leather jacket for softer flannels, and doing his genuine best to be a decently sociably and helpful member of the community; he finally, finally decides that it's time to file for custody of Jack. He knows that he still won't not be considered the best candidate for adopting, and he certainly can’t afford some fancy lawyer like rich couple has, but he’s gotta do his best to not let this little guy suffer either by letting him stay in those assholes’ house without by resorting to kidnapping the poor kid and dragging him across the country to evade the cops.
In the end it’s disgustingly easy. The rich couple didn’t even try to go to court. They just gave Jack up like he was nothing. They had obviously grown tired of their charity-child and didn’t want to waste their precious money fighting for him.
Dean is actually granted custody. The small town's community had apparantly spoken greatly in his favor when the social workers asked around, and after the normal reviews, he's deemed fit for the role. When Dean holds Jack in his arms for the first time as the kid's adopted father, he can’t help but cry. In the span of just a year, this kid had wound up meaning the world to him, and he knows that from then on, he would do whatever it took to take care of Jack. They may have both been abandoned by their families, but they were going to be eachother’s family from now on.
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a-pollina-ria · 1 year
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Baby Jack & Dean
I'm like so proud of this one
PLEASE I NEED SOMEONE TO LOVE THIS DRAWING AS MUCH AS I DO 😩
All small details in here!!! 1. Jack has Dino socks 🦕🦖💛 2. Dean is in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt 😼 3. Jack has painted nails 🥰!! 4. Dean has a ring 👀 (OF COURSE CAS HAS THE MATCHING ONE!!!!) 5. Dean has scars 🥲
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vesperscas · 1 year
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cas goes trueform for halloween and all the kids run away screaming except for baby!jack, imagine a tiny baby looking up at an eldritch horror giggling going "HI DADDY"
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sterekmpreg · 10 months
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I swear Jack and Eli being Besties/boyfriends is my fav crossover ide because they just be like:
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It’s so Good to See You
Summary:  Cas starts answering the phone with "Dean! It's so good to hear from you," making Dean feel special. After the Empty, Dean is devistated, but he copes. He almost loses it when Cas comes back saying "Dean! It's so good to see you."
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Dean wasn’t used to people being excited to hear from him. Usually, he brought bad news and stress, he didn’t really call for the hell of it. Sam would answer the phone with a “Yeah?” or “What’d you find?” Dad wouldn’t even say anything, just saying the bare minimum as Dean explained the situation.
So, when Cas answered the phone with, “Dean! It’s so good to hear from you,” Dean really didn’t know how to respond.
All that came out of his mouth was, “Oh. Well. Good.”
Probably had to be the least eloquent, dumbest response he had ever given, but Cas had taken him totally off guard. Good to hear from him? Since when?
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angelsdean · 11 months
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jack very seriously telling dean "i'm six, dude," today as he insists on driving down to their favorite fishing spot. and dean grinning fondly and tossing him the keys as he says, "yea you are, kid" and sliding into the passenger's seat.
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shallowseeker · 8 months
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TFW parenting, and pep-talking Jack:
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Hey, Sammy DOES come into the domain of Jack's bedroom to act as Jack's father! It's in 14x01, when Dean is missing. :-) (TBF, He does this in 13x03 Patience too but that wasn’t well-received/was perceived by Jack as glib and fake.)
Anyway! This whole episode, Jack is pretty successfully being raised by The Village of Hunters. Everyone steps in: AU Bobby, Mary, Sam, Cas. (Of note, Jack doesn't feel better, really, until he talks to Cas.)
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In this episode, Jack laments the loss of his powers.
In the Sam scene, Sam tries his best to sit with and comfort Jack, and he mostly does okay with that. Interestingly, Sam emphasizes "moving past it," because that's a Sam way of coping. Dissociate and get back to work.
This is a sharp contrast to when Dean comforted Jack about his nightmares in 13x23, which was to tell him, "It's not about being strong," and emphasize taking care of Jack.
Sam in 14x01:
SAM: I talked to Bobby. He says you may have had a rough day today. JACK (sullen, closed off): It was fine. Sam tries some more. SAM: I know it's a lot, I'm sure, but you can get past this. I know you will. I have faith in you, Jack, and I believe in you. (Mary enters; Jack still looks sullen and upset.)
It's a nice attempt, especially for Sam, who comes by connection in a more practiced, careful, "therapizing" manner. The conversation gets interrupted by Nick Vaught waking up. Nevertheless, even before the interruption, Sam's attempt gives off a stilted feeling, like Sam is reading from a self-help seminar.
He says, "You'll get past this," and "I believe in you." Somehow, it doesn't feel like he's coming down to Jack's level and getting real with him, as Dean and later Cas will do.
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At the end of the episode, Cas comes into Jack's room, with his own face beaten to a pulp. Cas hasn't healed himself. He's letting Jack see his own weakness here. That it's okay to screw up. They all screw up all the time.
He asks how Jack is, and Jack sullenly mutters (again) that he's fine. Then, Cas tells Jack that he did well, and Jack explodes in a flurry of emotion, easily opening up to Cas: (we’ll see that he is more willing to hurl his genuine emotions at Cas, Mary, Dean…)
JACK: All I did was get punched...in the face! CAS (wryly): To be fair, we all got punched in the face. JACK: That's not--Before, when I had my powers, I-I could've done something. CAS (frankly): Jack, you don't-- you don't have your powers. And you- your grace should regenerate in time. But until then-- JACK: I'm useless. I can't kill demons, I can't find Dean, and Michael is in our world and I can't stop him. I can't do anything. I don't have...anything. CAS: Oh, Jack. That's just not true. You've got me. You have all of us. (touches shoulder) You have...your family. (then, passionately) And we are going to find Dean, and we are going to beat Michael, and we're going to do it together! Because that's what we do.
Cas's message seems to get through to Jack a little better here, though Jack is still uncertain and scared. Cas, like Dean, keeps it real with Jack (just like they keep it real with Claire). It doesn't sound so...canned. (Sorry, Sam. Ilu. You try so hard.)
Cas talks frankly: "Yes, you've lost your powers." He also, like Dean, emphasizes familial support and delivers a message of hope and unshakeable confidence.
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Lastly, Jack is in his "Rocky Balboa" era. It's so adorable. I just wanted to point out his lil jogger outfit and make you imagine him training to "Gonna Fly Now." You're welcome.
No, literally. This is Jack is 14x01, except he's (somewhat hilariously) getting the crap kicked out of him:
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