Cas drove the four of you home. Something that rarely happened, but Sam was exhausted after his fight with both his brother and those demons.

You and Jack sat in uncomfortable silence in the backseat. You opted to just stare out the window, but something was itching in the back of your mind, so you broke the silence.

"What were you boys hoping to get out of this?"

No one spoke up for a minute. Finally Sam, who was resting his head against the passenger window, sighed. "What do you mean, Y/N?"

"What were you thinking?!" You had been wanting to say this for a while now and after he said that, you snapped. "I was fine. This wasn't the plan. Now Michael knows that I'm working with you and you guys could have gotten seriously hurt-"

"We need that blood, Y/N. As soon as possible. We thought that if you had him trapped to do the spell we might as well try."

You scoffed. "And how'd that work out for you?"

"Pretty well," he responded.

You were shocked by the answer, but even more shocked when Jack held a vial up in front of your face.

It was a small vial, filled with red liquid so concentrated it was almost black. You reached out to touch the bottom of it and found it was still surprising warm.

"How-?"

"While Cas was getting you out, we had a lovely conversation with Michael. Jack ended up get some good hits on him. Then, Jack used his powers to hold him in place and I collected as much blood as possible. Do you think it's enough?"

You took in a deep breath. Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem.

"It's more than enough."

You woke up in your bed the next morning, kind of surprisingly, since you didn't remember getting out of the car. The right side of your body was stiff from the stab wound and it was painful to sit up, but one look at your side told you that the wound was healing fine and it would probably be nothing more than a scar in a day or two.

You dragged yourself groggily to the kitchen. You were surprised to find only Sam there. Cas occasionally disappeared in the mornings, but Jack was always there, making his hot chocolate when you woke up.

"Good morning Y/N," Sam said as you walked in.

"Hey Sam," you responded, with hesitation.

He noticed this. "Sorry, Jack ran out on an errand. He'll be back shortly."

"No worries."

You walked over to the fridge and looked for something to eat. There was a lot of fruit and salad fixings, which was understandable, since Sam was a pretty healthy eater, but you pushed past it all. You finally settled on some kind of flavored water and closed the fridge.

When you turned back to the table, you noticed Sam was still staring at you, looking like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure about what.

You walked over to the table and sat down across from him, figuring that if he was going to tell, he'd tell, but you weren't going to ask.

"You know you really had him scared yesterday," he finally said.

"Jack?" you asked. "Why? Because I snapped at him?"

"Well, yeah. Jack really cares about you. He was devastated to think that you were mad at him."

You sighed. "Tell him I'm not worth worrying about."

You took a sip of your drink and assumed that would be the end of the conversation, but Sam started chuckling across from you. The reaction startled you and you put your drink down once again. "What's so funny?"

He shrugged. "This just reminds me of a conversation I had with Jack back when he had just been born."

"What was that conversation about?"

"He wanted to know why Dean was angry with him. I told him Dean was worried he'd be a threat to the safety of people Dean felt like he had to protect. And he said, 'maybe I'm not worth all this'... Do you think he's worth saving?"

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to compare you to Jack, because Jack was a good person who thought he might be bad. But you knew that you weren't like Jack.

"... Of course I do."

There was a hesitation, before Sam continued on. "He's a good kid, Y/N."

"I know," you said firmly. You were trying to prove to Sam that his little game wouldn't work.

"Then why do you treat him like he's not?"

"Because I'm not."

"Not a good kid?" he asked you.

"No. I've never been a 'Jack Kline' and I'll never be a 'Jack Kline'."

"Maybe not," he agreed. "But I don't think you'll be the next, 'Asmodeus' either. And you've done a lot of good for us so far-"

"Why'd you put your faith in a demon?" you interrupted.

He shrugged. "Because Jack has faith in you. And I do too. You'll do amazing things, Y/N."

You were unprepared for the answer and your response was quiet. "Sam, I-"

"Y/N?"

The voice floated from the hallway and you turned to the door. "Jack?"

His head popped around the corner and he smiled when he saw you. He walked in slowly and approached you. You stood up to meet him in the middle of the room.

He looked down nervously once you were standing face to face and handed you a rose. "Uh, I found this for you. I'm sorry that I made you mad yesterday."

You reached out and when your hands met you could feel all the compassion and love he felt as he gave you your gift. You bit your lip. "Jack you didn't-"

"It's okay. I don't mind. I probably deserved it." He sheepishly let go of the rose and you wondered again if he could read your emotions too. Your conflict, your fear, but your love, as well. "And I like picking flowers."

You giggled, thinking about what you would do with the rose. Where you would put it. "Thank you, Jack."

How quickly five months can fly by, you thought to yourself as you mindlessly walked through the library, looking for something to read.

It had been over five months since you met Jack. Five months since you'd made friends with the son of Lucifer and somehow ended up living better than you ever thought you would.

You pulled something interesting off one of the shelves and walked to the table. You wondered what the young nephilim was up to right now. Usually you'd assume helping Sam collect the ingredients to the separation spell, but you only needed one more item and Cas was out getting it.

One more ingredient. This fight was far from over, but you still couldn't believe that you only needed one more ingredient. Then you could get Dean back. And everything would be…

Or not, you reminded yourself. Getting Dean back was still almost impossible. And if you did get Dean back? What then?

The thought had been sitting in the back of your mind for weeks now. What did Sam and Cas need you for once they got Dean back? Would they ask you to leave?

And on top of all that, you were still connected to Jesse somehow. You had only gotten two more visions of him, but they still worried you. Why was this happening to you?

"Y/N?" A voice floated down the hall.

"Cas?" You stood up and walked to the door when Cas appeared.

He smiled and handed you a grey pouch, which you happily took. It was heavy. You opened it up and inside sat three, polished white rocks.

"Blessed stones?"

"The only ones I could find."

You couldn't help but grin at him. "They're perfect."

You began to walk back to where you were sitting previously. "So that's it then?" he asked. "We have everything?"

You nodded. "Everything except Dean."

"Any luck on that?"

You pulled out your phone and showed him your website. "Nothing. I don't know if Michael caught on, or if he's saving his energy, but if he's not using his power, I can't find him. My best guess is he's somewhere in Oregon, but I have no idea where."

Cas put a comforting hand on your shoulder, "It's okay. Just let us know when you find him."

Jack put his hand over yours when he saw you nervously fiddling. You wondered when he got so good at noticing when you were anxious, but you weren't going to ask. What you really needed right now was silence, and Jack's comforting touch.

Two days ago you had done it. Michael had popped up on your radar in Olympia, Washington and Sam gathered all the supplies, you, Jack, and Cas into the Impala and you guys were off.

"Okay, where is he?" Sam asked.

Cas nodded towards his left. "He's over there. I can feel him."

You could feel him too. There was a raw energy that emanated from Michael and it was slowly getting stronger every minute you sat in the car.

Sam pulled up outside a large business building. You knew he was inside. Everyone did, although for many different reasons. You could sense the presence of three angels in total. Oddly low, but at the same time, you weren't shocked. There weren't that many left, and Michael probably hadn't recruited them all yet.

"Y/N, Jack, wait here," Sam said leaning around his seat to face you in the back. "We don't want him to sense you yet. Cas and I will scout the place out. When we come back, Jack, you're going to come with me, and Y/N, you'll follow Cas."

You nodded along, although you already knew the plan. Cas was going to bring you around the back. Somewhere where you could see Michael, but he couldn't get to you (or at least had a harder time getting to you). Hopefully, he wouldn't feel your presence, but you did have a pretty heightened power and now he knew what you felt like. Jack and Sam would come in from the front, and distract him while you performed the spell.

"Okay," you said and Jack did the same. Both the men grabbed their blades and left, walking in opposite directions.

You sighed and leaned back in your seat. Jack had at some point let go of your hands, though you wish he hadn't, because your anxiety was seeping back in.

"Are you nervous?" Jack asked.

You looked over and saw that Jack was trying to put on his brave face again. Jack was obviously a very scary person when he wanted to be, but you knew he was only like that when he felt like his friends were in danger. Jack was one of the most loyal people you knew. So, right now, what you saw was a boy, trying to be brave for your sake, but he was only a boy. And he didn't need to be scary. Not yet.

"Aren't you?"

"Yes," he breathed out, "but being nervous does me no good, so I try not to be."

"I wish I could think like that…" You had been trying the whole car ride to make sure not to let your magic get away from you in any way. "At least I don't have to face Michael again. Not like you anyway."

He nodded in agreement. "Yes, but you have just as important of a job."

You chuckled, but there was no humor behind it. "Don't I know it."

He reached over and put his hand over yours once again. You hadn't even noticed that you were fiddling. "Everything will be fine."

You shook your head, not able to hide your concern anymore. "Will it? What will we do if this goes wrong? I'm not perfect Jack. What will you guys do-?"

He squeezed your hand comfortingly. "Like I said Y/N. Everything will be fine. And if something goes wrong, we try again. Or we try another solution."

You shrugged, pulling your hands back into yourself. He looked unsure about what to do next.

"Y/N, I have something I wanna-"

"I don't want to hear it," you interrupted.

He looked shocked by your sharp response. "Y/N-," he tried again.

"Jack! Please… you sound like you're saying goodbye."

"I'm not saying goodbye," he reassured you. "I just… you keep avoiding me. I've been trying to talk to you and you keep leaving and I'm worried you won't let me say what I need to say before you're done and leave."

That was true. As soon as Cas came back with those stones, you realized that it was time for you to move on. Your duties were almost done, so you started researching an apartment, and pushing yourself away from the other boys.

"Jack I-"

"Are you going to leave, Y/N?"

You bit your lip and suddenly felt the urge to look anywhere but at Jack. "I don't know yet. You're back to full power, and we're going to get Dean back… I'm not needed anymore. So yeah, maybe I will leave."

"Yes you are."

"What?"

When you glanced back at Jack he had a hard look in his eyes. You wanted to reach out and touch him. To call out to the sweet boy who held your hand when you were anxious, but Jack was angry. And you were the one who made him angry, so you would deal with the consequences.

"You said you weren't needed anymore, but you are. I need you."

"No, Jack. You don't."

He his head whipped up and you almost jumped back. "Yes, I do! Why can't you-"

"Y/N!"

It was Cas. It was time to go. You nodded to him then turned back to Jack, but you barely had time to look at him, before his lips hit yours.

It felt like your heart stopped and you were frozen as Jack slowly pulled back. His eyes were sincere and he looked surprised as well, as if it wasn't what he meant to do, but he didn't look like he regretted it.

He turned to look at Sam, who was approaching from the other direction. When he looked back you, he didn't hold your gaze. "Good luck."

He got out of the car and started to approach Sam, ready for battle.

Cas opened the door behind you swiftly and grabbed your arm, pulling you from the car. You were so numb, you couldn't protest, just simply follow him as you watched Jack and Sam's retreating forms.

"... You too," you mumbled.