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The light had faded, but Jack still wandered blindly towards it. He eventually reached a lake and found a man stood on one of the large rocks looking out across the expanse of water.

Jack stepped cautiously towards the figure then stopped, "Chuck?" he said with surprise and confusion. The bearded man looked over his shoulder and pulled a false smile.

"Jack," he stepped off the rock and approached him. They shook hands; finding a friendly face cheered the Captain up, but Chuck was shifty, he looked uncomfortable and was unable to keep eye contact. The joy and relief died from the reunion so quickly.

Jack looked concerned, "what's wrong?"

Chuck was almost startled, his eyes darted about, "well," he began.

Jack stared intently, almost frustrated, "what?" His eyes widened and he grabbed the man, "is it Cas?! Is he ok?"

They made eye contact again, "no no! Cas... Cas is fine. Yes," was the flustered response. Jack wondered why the almighty God, was so shaken and nervous.

"It's just...er..." he rubbed his hand across the back of his neck as he looked to the ground, "there's no easy way to put this." Jack fixed his stare on him, waiting expectantly. Then Chuck suddenly straightened himself up and looked him in the face, placing a hand on the immortal's shoulder and said it:

"You're dead Jack. Like dead dead. For real this time."

Jack's eyes widened with disbelief, he was taken aback and stumbled uncertainly away.

"So, the Colt did work..." he said quietly as he crouched down to perch on a nearby rock. Chuck noted that Jack took the same pose as Cas had earlier: bowing his head, letting his elbows rest on his knees with his hands hanging out before him. Realising how similar these immortal men were and how perfect they were for each other, Chuck felt sympathy.

"Jack..." he said as he calmly approached. He sat up, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away tears, then ran it through his hair thoughtfully.

"But what I don't understand is that if I'm..." he sniffed and cleared his throat, "if I'm dead," he raised an eyebrow and stood up slowly to be face to face with the God. "If I'm dead, how can I still be bleeding? How can I still be in pain?"

"Well, that's the thing. I'm not too sure," he replied rather honestly. "I put it down to you being your own unique individual. You don't belong to this universe, do you? You don't belong in the afterlife either. You defy all rules of human nature!" Chuck let out a little excited laugh and smiled in amazement and curiosity, but Jack wasn't laughing for once. Noticing this and the inappropriateness of his positivity, the God dropped the toothy grin and got back on track.

"So, something, some part of your physical being and a strong connection to Earth is pulling your back. You will never be able to let go." This made Jack smile, his own physical arrogance keeping him alive. He was no longer mad but almost impressed and proud.

"So..." Chuck clapped his hands together and held them there, putting the united points of his fingers to his lips in a thoughtful way. Harkness was drawn back to the point in hand once more by the abrupt sound.

"I thought I better come down and talk to you about your situation," pointing his fingertips at Jack who listened patiently when he said "you", and then returned them to his lips.

"I can help you move on to the next life, get you up into heaven," he said calmly, smiling politely and still thinking things through.

Jack jumped in, "or...?" smiling cheekily, digging for the other option.

Chuck sighed, "or..." he continued, "I could try resurrecting you." He turned around to look over the lake again. "You don't belong here. And due to constant demand," he rolled his eyes and tried to hide a little smile, "I feel obliged to help you out."

Jack gasped, a toothy grin formed from ear to ear, "Cas!" The little excitement caused him to choke a bit and clutch his chest in pain, he looked down at his hand that was covered in blood.

Seemingly oblivious, Chuck turned back round, "right!" he said, grabbing both or Jack's shoulders. "Now, I can't make any promises, ok? I'm not sure how this is going to go myself."

"Ok..." was all Jack could respond with; slow, cautious and suspicious.

"First of all, I don't know if this will actually work," eyebrows were raised as Chuck looked guiltily away, as if he was still working things out, but he sprang back positively on track. "But I'm pretty sure it will work. I just have to warn you. Also, I don't know what state you're going to be in when you wake up, or how painful the transition will be or whether you'll be your old immortal self again or... human or..." he mumbled on, biting his lip.

Jack cut him off, "Chuck, Chuck," they were face to face again, they smiled, "just do your best."

"Alright." Placing his hands gently on the dying man's neck, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back a little.

Jack began to ache; his eyes were heavy and the sudden weakness in his knees was making it harder to stand. He couldn't keep track of the world around him as it seemed to start spinning, getting faster and faster, the wind whipping at his face and making his coat flap in the wind. Everything was a blur and he could no longer see Chuck, but if it wasn't for his hands on his neck the strong winds and dizziness would have knocked him to the ground.

As Jack started struggling to breathe he felt the hands let go, his eyes widening in fear of losing support and then the realisation of falling forwards. He couldn't move or do anything, he just had to let himself plummet.

The moment he hit the ground he woke up with an enormous intake of breath, finding himself lying on a bed staring up at a grey ceiling, but still feeling like he had face planted the floor.

He was shaken up, scrabbling on the bed with wide eyes at the sudden change in environment.

'What was going on? Where was he now?' so many thoughts flew round his head, but all he could think to do was yell out noises of fear and pain which echoed round the room as he choked on the metallic taste in his mouth.

Cas's head shot up in surprise and joy, he whispered Jack's name in disbelief at first and then shouted it as he fumbled over to the bed as quickly as he could. Harkness was shocked to see his angel peer over him, but was overwhelmed with relief to be home and safe once again.

"You son of a bitch…it worked," Cas whispered as he looked his boyfriend up and down, he couldn't help but say a shocked "fuck me" under his breath when noticing how is chest still bled. Seeing him in so much pain hurt him, especially as he was unable to heal him.

"Maybe later, hey Cas?" Jack winked, the weak pale face had its vitality back, the angel gave him a stern glare. He tried to maintain the smile through the pain as he attempted to sit up. Struggling, he rearranged the pillows and when finally satisfied he tipped his head back, leaning it against the cold wall. Eyes tightly shut, he let out the breath he was holding and relaxed his tensed muscles. He had never been in pain like this before.

Cas stared on in anticipation, "so...?" he began quizzically, "how did you do it?" His voice held a tone similar to that of a concerned mother telling off a child. Jack was confused as to how or why he was in trouble but didn't care that much, he just thought this form of his baby was adorable.

"Well," he started slowly, wincing and gritting his teeth as he discovered how painful it was to talk, but he managed to continue, "mostly thanks to you," he could feel Castiel blushing, "and I had a little chat with your Daddy." He opened one eye to glance at Cas, who was now no longer blushing but speechless. Jack smiled smugly, shut his eye again and put his hands behind his head in a casual manner. "Or should I say Daddy-in-law...?"

He waited for the reaction, "you didn't!"

"Oh yes I did!"

"Well?" he took a few steps closer to where Jack sat up.

"He recognised how perfect we are for each other. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now and -" but before he could finish Cas was on the bed, straddling Jack. He put a hand on either side of his head and smothered him with a kiss. Jack removed his hands from behind his head, putting them on Cas's cheeks and returned with passionate kissing, wincing at the strain to breathe and the weight on top of him, but at this moment he really didn't care. They were both so happy to be back together.

Then Cas realised something was wrong when the hands fell from his face; he stopped and looked down at his lover whose head was slowly sinking to the side as he grew weaker and was losing consciousness again.

"Jack?!" The angel gently shook the increasingly limp body.

Jack's eyelids fluttered as he lost focus of what was around him. Just before the darkness crept in and swallowed up his vision, a loud ringing filled his ears. He watched silently as his husband-to-be sat up with wide terror-stricken eyes and desperately tried to keep him awake. He could see him mouthing his name, oh what he'd give to hear the soothing tones of the angel's voice in that moment.

Then everything faded into nothing and Cas was left all alone once more.