Jack laid on top of their bed covers hugging their knees to their chest. They sniffled and wiped their face into their pillow.
"Jack?" a voice outside their bedroom door called. "Can I come in?"
"Go away!" Jack cried out.
"Please Jack?"
Jack reached behind them and waved their hand, using their archangel side to unlock the door. They heard the doorknob turn quietly as Sam slowly emerged from the bright hallway into the dark bedroom.
"I don't wanna talk."
"Uh, okay then," Sam said, sitting on the bed next to Jack's backside, "Not that I have anything I could really say to you right now. I wish I could say something but nothing's going to make you feel better."
"You're really bad at this," Jack mumbled, rubbing their face in their pillow again.
"Yeah," Sam said, trying not to laugh, "No kidding."
Jack slowly rolled over onto their back and looked up at Sam.
"Her ex told her he still loved her," Jack whispered. No one knew what happened. Jack just came home upset earlier that day, screaming and slamming doors.
"So she dumped you to get back with him?" Sam asked. Jack nodded. "That fucking sucks dude. I'm sorry."
Jack curled back into a ball on their side again, this time resting their head on Sam's thigh. Sam ran his fingers through Jack's hair and immediately started thinking of things he could do to help.
"Come on," he said, gently moving Jack to the side and standing up. "Come with me."
"Where are we going?" Jack asked, propping themself up on their elbow.
"Downstairs."
Sam reached for the light blue baby blanket left behind by Kelly. It usually just hung on the back of the chair in Jack's room just waiting for Jack to need it for something. Sam thought now was the perfect time. Jack scooted across the bed and Sam wrapped the blanket around their shoulders, which Jack pulled snug around their body. They shuffled their feet down the bunker hallway towards the kitchen with Sam right behind them.
"They're your kid! You go talk to them."
"They're our kid and you know more than me!"
"That's not true! You were human once!"
"Once Dean! Compared to the hundreds of times you've had to endure this."
"Oh how well you know me-"
Sam cleared his throat. Dean and Cas stopped talking and turned around in their seats to see Sam and Jack, still wrapped in their blanket. Jack wasn't sure why they both stopped talking; they knew it was about them anyway.
"Jack." Cas said, softening immediately. "Are you okay?"
Jack shook their head. Sam gently guided them over to the table to sit down across from Dean and Cas.
"Is there anything I can do?" Cas continued.
"Can you make it stop?" Jack pleaded, tears forming in their eyes again. The three men exchanged looks and Cas sighed.
"I'm afraid angel grace isn't capable of curing this type of pain."
Jack scrunched their face and whimpered. They readjusted themself and used a fist full of blanket to wipe the tears.
"So Jack," Dean said suddenly, inserting himself. Chuck knows he couldn't listen to this conversation any longer. "We were talking about renting that new zombie movie tonight."
"Why?" Jack choked out.
"Why not? You still love zombies right?"
"I'm not sure I love anything right now."
The three men exchanged another look. There was a knock on the bunker door and Sam got up to go answer it. Jack stood up to go back to their room, not wanting to be here anymore. They were halfway out of the kitchen when Sam came back in.
"Jack? Someone's here to see you."
Jack turned around to see her standing right next to Sam.
"Why are you here?" they asked, coming off a little meaner than anyone had expected.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Well I don't want to talk to you. Goodbye."
"Please Jack."
Jack felt an intense rush of emotions and their eyes flashed yellow. Dean quickly ran over to them and put his hand on their shoulder, instantly relaxing them. Jack took a breath and their eyes changed back. They took the blanket off and handed it to Dean before crossing the room towards her.
"What is there even to talk about?" they asked, crossing their arms.
"I didn't want this to happen."
"Then why did you do it?"
"It's complicated."
"No it's not!" Jack screamed. "You either like me or you like him!"
"I like both of you!"
"Well you can't! That's not allowed!"
"Jack-"
"Goodbye."
"I really think it's time for you to go," Cas said, still sitting at the table while Sam and Dean stood around awkwardly watching.
The girl smiled softly and mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Jack before walking out of the bunker. Jack watched her leave. When they heard that bunker door slam shut, they immediately turned around and threw themself at Dean, who happened to be the closest to them out of the three. Dean grunted from the impact and was stunned at the kid bunching his flannel with their fists.
"I'd give anything to have her back," Jack sobbed into his chest.
"No you don't," Dean said, shaking the blanket out and placing it back on their shoulders.
Jack shuddered as he gasped for air. It actually hurt his body to breathe.
Dean did his best to comfort the kid. He would have preferred Jack having a death grip on literally anyone else, but here they were. After a while, he felt Jack's grip loosen as they began to calm down. No one said anything because no one really knew what to say. Eventually, Jack let go and left the kitchen to go back to their bedroom.
"What are we going to do?" Sam asked, rubbing his eyes hoping to get rid of the headache that was now forming.
"Maybe we should call someone?" Cas offered. "Jody? Or perhaps Mary could come back for a bit?"
"What the hell are they gonna do that we can't?" Dean snapped.
"Maybe Jack just needs a mother figure right now," Cas casually answered.
"They don't need a mother figure!" Dean said, offended. "They have us!"
"Well they would have us if someone would just go talk to them!"
"Could you guys please stop arguing about parenting your kid?" Sam asked, still rubbing his eyes. Obviously it was not helping with the headache.
"I might know who we could call," Dean said.
Jack woke up from their nap. They couldn't at all remember when they fell asleep, but now they were awake again and still as miserable as ever. Jack's baby blanket fell off the bed while they were asleep, so they picked it back up and buried their face in it. It still smelled like Kelly's perfume and for a second, Jack felt a little bit better.
"Sup Crackerjack," Claire said, startling Jack as she let herself in the room without knocking.
"Hi," Jack responded softly.
"Ed, Edd, and Eddy told me what happened. I'm sorry."
"Who?"
"I have so much to teach you, dude," Claire laughed. "Scooch."
Jack moved over to one side of the bed and Claire plopped herself down on the other side. She reached over to their bedside table, grabbed the tv remote, and immediately started opening Disney+.
"Not that I don't mind, but what are you doing here?" Jack asked.
"Dads called me last night and told me what happened. So I dropped everything and drove over so we could spend all day together."
Jack smiled into their blanket.
"What episode of The Baby Yoda Show are we on?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the screen. "I forgot what happened."
"It's not The Baby Yoda Show," Jack responded snarkily. "It's called The Mandalorian."
"Baby Yoda Show."
"Mandalorian."
"Baby Yoda Show."
"Mandalorian."
"Mandalorian?"
"Baby Yoda Show."
Claire laughed and Jack gently smacked her in the arm. Claire smacked them back and hit play.
"Claire?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you get over Kaia?" Jack asked as the episode started.
"That's different. She died. Your ex-girlfriend is just a bitch."
"Still. What did you do?"
"A lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms."
"Dads said I'm going to get over her someday. I don't believe them."
"Yeah what do they know? They're useless."
Jack let out a laugh and smiled again. This time Claire noticed. Jack moved back closer to Claire and curled up along her side. Claire smiled too and slouched down so she was lying next to them.
And for a while there, Jack began to believe that they just might be okay.
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