Jack grunts out his frustration from not being able to pronounce the word correctly. Seriously, he's God now, Enochian should be easier than English, it's the first language if its age is taken into account. Sitting on the white throne in heaven, speaking broken words with a cherub, Jack tries to not get too worked up. After long hours of making no progress he dismisses the lesser angel and goes for a walk.
So very few of Chuck's old angels exist, and Jack doesn't trust himself yet to create new ones, ones with enough juice to power up heaven to its former glory. Maybe just angelic grace generators this time? It's really what heaven runs on, it might be smarter this time.
With a sigh Jack rounds the corner of yet another hallway of personal heaven spaces, watching the numbers and names tick on forever. He's taken this path many times, the walk taking him past people he's met, unknown people from his time on earth, fake righteous souls and pure misfortunate humans given the short stick in life, until he ends up in front of room "783-Kline".
He stands before the door emblazoned with gold trimming against it's white sameness to all the others, his hand itching to visit his mother in her heaven. He doesn't open the door, barely lets his fingers twitch as he stands and stares. Her heaven already has him in it, a version of himself she cares for and loves. His vision self spends all day chatting with her, making dinners and watching old reruns of tv shows from her time. He can see her being happy and loving towards her son and Jack doesn't wish to change the image she has of him, so he remains outside her door. His throat clenches, his eyes threatening to drop their tears and he sniffles in the silent hallway. The closest angel is leagues away in the hallways so Jack lets the human emotions he inherited from her rush through him and he cries staring at the door's name placard.
If it was ten minutes it was ten eons when Jack slowly turns away from his mother's door and vanishes out of heaven without a sound. He opens his eyes in the bunker, breathing the familiar smell of flannel and whiskey. Sam and Dean don't notice him for a long while, but he doesn't care, he smiles just watching two of the men who raised him chat over the simplicity of a vacation and the annoyance of traffic in that particular city. Sam notices him first, startled into standing and Dean mimics the move without question, senses on high alert from Sam's move.
"Hello." Jack grins at the two of them.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" Sam asks
"I learned something today. Or was it years in the future? Hmm...it's hard telling now that I'm God. I could have come back to your time from where I was." Jack cocks his head, seeing the confusion in their faces.
"What was it?" Dean scruffs out.
"Right! I've visited my mother's heaven many times. Or well her door at least. She has a version of me in there with her, and I can't bring myself to open her door. I don't want to ruin her happiness by changing how she sees me. But by doing so I hold back my own happiness. I've learned I can live with that, but only because she is happy where she is.
"But knowing this made me realize I am holding back happiness elsewhere as well. I know I said I would be hands off, but when you've lived a near mortal life connected to those around you, it's hard to not get involved." Jack takes a deep breath, looking Sam and Dean in the eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Dean shuffles on his feet, his brows stitched together trying to figure out where Jack is going.
"What I'm saying is, the ones who raised me deserve to be happy. You're free of Chuck and living your lives the way you wish, but you're still not happy. I can sense that, even from heaven. So I'll do this." Jack snaps his fingers. The flinch from Sam and Dean is genuine, celestial beings snapping fingers never ended well before. But Jack isn't causing harm to either of them and they stand wary of what just happened as the world around them didn't seem to change.
"It'll take time to settle in, but I believe this will make you two happier. Goodbye." Jack vanishes from the bunker back to heaven where he sits down on the throne again to resume his Enochian lessons with the cherub. He rests his chin on his hand, trying to understand the rolls and waves of the words being spoken to him.
Sam and Dean stand frozen in place, trying to figure out what Jack had changed. They silently take off, scanning the bunker for signs of anything different. Sam ventures towards the armory and the dungeon, taking side hallways in the one pattern that doesn't overlap itself. Dean checks the kitchen, the garage and finally goes past their bedrooms. When he glances at his door it's closed, he always keeps it open. His hand reaches for the gun on his back he still keeps out of habit and cocks it.
His hand hovers over the knob and he takes a silent deep breath before throwing the door open and leveling the gun in one motion, body moving to scan the room within seconds. He didn't need to complete the scan because standing at his desk is Cas. Dean immediately lowers his gun, gaping at Cas.
"Hello Dean." Cas smiles.
"Is it really you?" Dean lets out.
"Yes." warmth rings through Cas as he looks at Dean again. Dean surges forward, dropping his gun and throwing his arms around Cas, holding him in the longest hug they've shared. The hug starts off hard and earnest, wanting to remove as much space between them as possible. It quickly softens as both melt into each other, arms moving to embrace with more need and comfort, heads turning to rest on the other's shoulder. They stay holding each other, neither wanting to let go. Long seconds pass into long minutes. Their hold ebbing through the unspoken level of feelings, growing tighter and softer with each wave.
Cas picks his head up first, his hands sliding down Dean's sides as he reluctantly pulls away. Dean resists the move at first but quickly looks Cas in the eye. "How" is all Dean can muster.
"Jack." Cas smiles.
"I thought God couldn't control the empty." Dean's face is still inches from Cas's, not moving from when Cas had pulled away.
"With Amara joined with him he can. But I really don't care, I'm back." tears starting to well up in his eyes staring into Dean's.
"I guess I don't care either. You have to know I love you too Cas, don't you?" Dean's voice broke as he spoke.
"Those are the best words I could ever hear." Cas smiles so wide and genuine it dried Dean's tears. Dean leans back in to resume hugging Cas, Cas let him and they stand in Dean's room, oblivious to the world, caring only about the man and angel they hold.
Sam ends up in the infirmary last, stopping dead in his tracks when Eileen waves up at him. She smiles and signs 'I'm back'. Her sweet smile grew into a giggle as Sam leapt the railing with ease to get to her faster. He signs 'Thank God' in the two steps it takes him to reach her and pure joy spreads across his face at the irony and circumstance that brought her back to him. He bends down to pick her up in a single motion and she throws her arms around his neck, meeting him in an eager kiss. She wraps her legs around his waist and he spins them around as she threads her fingers in his hair.
He kisses her with everything he has, pouring his emotions into it, letting her know how he feels with the kiss. She returns the passion and Sam walks blindly until he runs them into the wall. He doesn't want to stop but he does so with one last peck before pulling away to look her in the eye. She smooths his hair and grins, petting him as if she doesn't believe he is real.
'How did I get here?' she signs quickly and Sam sets her down to respond.
'I think it was Jack. Where were you before?' his hands moving with ease.
'Heaven.' she ran her hands along Sam's arms, looking up at him lovingly.
'I don't know why you didn't come back when he restored everybody the first time, but I'm glad you're here now.' Sam leans down and kisses her again. They stay in the infirmary for a long time, kissing and smiling at each other.
Hours pass before either Sam or Dean remember they haven't heard the other since they separated to inspect the bunker. Dean holds Cas's hand as they walk the bunker together, searching for Sam. Sam carries Eileen piggyback style on his way to the main room. All four end up in the library at the same time, grinning like idiots.
"Cas!" Sam calls out.
"Eileen!" Dean shouts, never understanding she can't hear him.
Sam and Dean look at each other, both realizing Jack had given them each the happiness they deserve and wanted most. Eileen hugs Sam's neck from behind, her hair falling over his face. Dean smiles and threads his arm around Cas's waist, turning to gaze into Cas's ocean blues.
"Thank Jack." Sam breaths out as Eileen kisses him again.
"Thank Jack." Dean whispers as he presses his forehead against Cas's.
Jack smiles to himself, ignoring the cherub in front of him who stops mid sentence wondering why his new god would be smiling at learning the word selflessness in Enochian.