"Jack? What are you doing?" Cass asked.
Jack was standing, facing Deans closed door. His head bowed, eyes closed with one palm flat against the wood. He dropped his hand and turned to Cass.
"I'm watching Deans dreams." He said simply as if he was commenting on the weather.
"You're what?" Cass asked again.
"I don't sleep much and when I do I don't, dream that is, so I watch Sam and Deans to pass the time."
"I really don't think they would be too happy if they knew you were doing that." Cass pointed out with a raised eyebrow.
Jack turned to look in the direction of Sams room and continued to speak as if Cass had never uttered a word.
"I watch Sams dreams sometimes but, while he has some peaceful ones occasionally, mostly he dreams about hunts gone wrong. Of him letting Dean down. Dean getting hurt or worse. He often dreams of people he cares about burning on the ceiling. His dreams are full of blood and fire." He faces Cass again. "You should do something about that."
"I've done what I can. He still dreams of these things but rarely remembers. Only the worst dreams disturb his sleep."
Jack nodded.
"I like to watch Deans dreams. Oh, don't get me wrong. He also has bad dreams about hunts gone wrong, Sam getting hurt or dying but they aren't often. Sometimes he dreams he is with women...I don't watch those. They make me feel awkward. I like the ones when he dreams he is in a field with a child. I think it is Sam. They are lighting things that shoot up into the sky and explode into bright colours."
"Firecrackers." Cass said.
"What?"
"They are called firecrackers."
"Oh, firecrackers. Yes, they are lighting fire crackers and Sam is dancing in the light and they are both smiling and laughing. I can really feel Deans love for Sam in that one." Jack smiles. "He has another where he and Sam are just driving in the car or sitting in a room somewhere and they are just drinking and talking and laughing. That ones nice too. My favourite dream though is the one he is dreaming tonight. He's just sitting on a dock with a cooler and a fishing rod. Mostly he's alone but sometimes there are other people with him. Sometimes it is his mom, sometimes Sam. Occasionally it is you. There is also someone named John, but he calls him 'dad', or a man named Bobby. They make him sad. He misses them."
"Yes. Deans father died when he gave his soul to save Dean and Bobby, well Dean considered him a father. He died too and Dean does miss him a lot." Cass explained.
"So they had two fathers?" Jack enquires.
"No. Nothing like that. After John died, Bobby took the boys in and gave them a place to call home and he cared for them. He kept them safe. He was a good man."
"I see. Kind of like how you and Sam and Dean have taken care of me?" Jack asked.
"Yes, exactly. So who is Dean with tonight?"
Jack turned back to face Deans door. He closed his eyes, bowed his head and raised his hand, flattening his palm against the wood. After a moment a beautiful, peaceful smile appeared on his face. He turned serene eyes to look at the angel he considered 'father'.
"Tonight, well tonight he is with me."