#nonbinary!jack

"These babies are destined for the hot cocoa tub." Dean had said as he put the bag of mini marshmallows in the cart. Cas rolled his eyes, but he was smiling just the same. The cartoon image on the bag showed the marshmallows with little faces and arms, smiling as they rode sleds and eyes closed as they contentedly floated down a lazy river of hot cocoa.

Now, as Dean walked into the kitchen, he saw Jack quickly shutting the pantry door, cheeks puffed out as they attempted to chew quickly.

Jack looked at Dean guiltily. The stare down only lasted a couple of seconds. That's how long Dean was able to hold back his laughter.

The familiar crinkle around Dean's eyes made Jack relax into a smile.

"Are there any marshmallows left for the hot cocoa?"

Jack took a moment to swallow his mouthful of marshmallows. "Plenty."

"Perfect." Dean put one hand on Jack's shoulder and ruffled their hair with the other.

Jack smiled and shut his eyes a bit at the touch.

Dean pulled the milk out of the fridge and slid the cocoa packets out of the cabinet. Mini marshmallow for Jack and Cas, Dark chocolate for Sam, and Peppermint Chocolate for Dean and Eileen.

As Dean poured the milk into the saucepan, Cas walked in and lined their mugs up on the island, emptying a cocoa packet into each one. Dean preferred to do it this way rather than microwaving them individually.

Once it was hot enough, Dean slowly poured the milk into each mug. Cas was right behind him dropping a spoon into each cup and stirring it up. The tiny freeze-dried marshmallows from the cocoa packets rose to the top of his and Jack's mugs and made a layer of froth on top as they dissolved.

"It smells so good in here." Eileen walked in and grabbed her mug. Leaning up against the island, she held it in both hands and took a long, contented whiff of peppermint chocolate bliss. Sam was right behind her. He opened the cabinet, found the marshmallows, and shook some into his and Eileen's mugs. He placed the bag on the island for everyone.

Jack and Cas added fresh mini marshmallows to their mugs, which dwarfed the ones from the packet and made their cocoas extra sweet. Dean finished rinsing the pan and set it on the drying rack. He put a generous handful of marshmallows in his mug too, and joined the others, sliding in beside Cas and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Cas smiled and took a big sip of his cocoa, the melted marshmallows leaving a foamy mustache on his upper lip.

Dean set his mug down after gingerly taking a sip, and turned towards Cas, pulling him closer.

Despite being an ancient cosmic force, as he held his mug in both hands and looked up at Dean, Cas looked so soft and sweet. The marshmallow mustache looked especially sweet. Dean leaned down and pulled Cas into a kiss, which devolved into Dean licking the melted marshmallow off of his mouth.

"Now, how is that fair?" Cas smiled.

Dean picked his mug up and took an exaggerated sip. Now he had a marshmallow mustache of his own.

Cas smiled wider as he pulled Dean down and returned the favor.

"There, now we're even." Dean winked at Cas.

"No one's keeping score. Not anymore."

Cas wrapped his arm around Dean's waist, and held his cocoa in his other hand. Dean did the same.

When Jack nodded Sam guided him over to a computer to look up where in this library Gender Studies books would be housed. “Alright there are a few text books here that could give you an overview.” Making a mental note of their location Sam finds the section and plucks a text book that looks like last years version off the shelf and hands it to Jack. “Maybe you can read up a little bit as I look through the old records?” A beaming smile leaves the kids face as Sam heads back to where he was before, Jack floating behind him lost in the book takes a seat and pulls out a little notebook and pen from his pocket to jot down something.

With that conversation slightly averted, Sam goes back to looking into some of the odd deaths in the town and how far back they go. An hour in and he gets a message from Dean with an address in town where they are all staying and a second or two later from Cas: We are going to get food Sam. Dean asks if you need ‘Rabbit Food’? Sam huffs out a quiet laugh and responds to Cas with a no before switching to old school files. A quick glance up shows that Jack is sitting there in his seat reading away with a scrunched expression on his face and jotting down little notes in that notepad of his.

Another few hours goes by and its about time for the library to close for the evening so Sam cleans up his bits of mess and thanks the librarian for putting up with him and his inquiries. Jack it seems has gotten through a vast majority of the book and he has leaned back in his heat with his arms crossed. “I am guessing you learned a lot?” Sam asks quietly as he approaches the kid in question.

“Yeah. You could say that.... I have a lot to think about I think...” These words were gifted with a softer shy smile as the book got closed and set down on the table. “Plenty of questions...” Pulling out his cellphone he begins texting away to someone, probably Cas or Claire, so Sam drops the book off at the returns desk and shows Jack out and down to the sidewalk where Dean stood next to the Impala talking on the phone. With a wave and a hello, Jack slid into the back seat of the Impala and left Sam and Dean to talk a little about the case.

Once Dean hung up the phone he asked Sam how the research had gone. “So far all signs point to a simple salt and burn, but there seems to be multiples. I think there are more than one spirit around causing the mess.” Sam slid into the passenger seat and waited for Dean to start the car and pull away before speaking again. “Get anything from the locals?” Dean goes on for a little about what the few townsfolk he got to speak to had told them, but there wasn’t too much. 

Dean pulled them up to what looked like a small house and Sam raised an eyebrow. “Look, Claire told me about this app where people rent out their houses or apartments if there is no one in them for pretty cheap week rates. Its better than a crummy motel, and they don’t look too hard at the credit side of things. Plus its a real bed and working kitchen. Cas has been helping prep stuff for dinner since I left. Come on.” Dean got out and let them into the house. It was a quaint little thing, and sure enough Castiel stood in the kitchen peeling potatoes with a navy blue apron on.

“Where is everyone sleeping?” Sam asked the obvious question, of course and Dean showed Sam to a guest room upstairs where his duffel and computer already sat on the end. A quick tour was given to show Sam the bathroom upstairs where he could get a shower and Dean left Sam to be alone. The there were two other doors in the hall, one of which was the Master Bedroom where Dean’s stuff sat and Cas’ small bag was on the floor. The angel still didn’t sleep, but would more than likely spend time with Jack late at night. The only other room was another small guest room with Jack’s bag on the edge.

A quick shower before dinner was in order, so Sam took care of that as he heard his brother and Cas argue with each other downstairs. Jack found his way upstairs and into the room that would be his and pulled out an empty composition book that he had picked up in the last town’s Walmart. There were a million thoughts running through his head and he needed to get some of them on paper before he forgot. Before he headed back downstairs he removed his shoes and slipped out of his jacket and switched into something much more comfortable. A pair of flannel blue plaid pj pants and a loose grey t shirt was the outfit of comfort today.

Downstairs Castiel and Dean were outside sitting on the patio furniture as dinner cooked in the oven so Jack stepped out onto the back patio to sit with them. Cas slid a glass of lemonade over to Jack as he sat down with his notebooks and pen. “Did research go well Jack?”

“Oh, I did not do much research on the case at the library. I ran into an other field of study kind of on accident and wanted to look into it. Sam said it was okay, and he found me a book that gave me lots more questions than answers.” Jack shrugged a little and flipped through a few of the first pages of his smaller notebook where he wrote questions and rather cramped answers. “I should take a larger notebook to the library next time. This was not sufficient in taking all the notes I wanted.”

“What was it you were looking into Jack?” Castiel of course asked as Dean’s timer went off to put on the potatoes. Dean grumbled as he stood and stretched his back on his way into the kitchen and Jack blurted out that he was looking into gender and the rough rundown Sam had given him earlier. “Why was that something that caught your attention Jack?”

“Well... I know that you are indifferent to sexual orientation as an angel, but its rather important to humans... and I am half of both. It was just curiosity at first, but the more I was reading the more questions I had about them. There are so many.” Jack shook his head and slid the small notebook over to Cas who flipped through it with a tilted head and a critical eye, noting that some pages were filled front and back with questions. “I knew I was different because of being both, but I think its more than that.” Castiel’s eyes searched Jacks face for a moment, seeing the worry and nervousness there. “What do you mean Jack?” As an Angel of the Lord, Cas was very familiar with keeping his cool in the face of the unknown. Normally, but this was Jack and right now more than anything he wanted to hug the boy.

“I think I am non-binary.” The words were so soft and mumbled so low the Angel almost missed it, but his superior hearing saved him. Jack squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as Cas struggled through his knowledge to note exactly what Jack was saying. The term he was familiar with but he wasn’t quite sure what that meant for Jack exactly.

The question must have been on his face because he heard Dean ask the question out loud. “That’s okay Jack, what does that mean for us?” Dean had come back out onto the porch and heard what was said, and he put a reassuring hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Would you still like us to call you Jack? Or switch it up?”

Dean squeezed the kid’s shoulder and it was enough to get jack to crack one of those sunny smiles. “I think I want to keep Jack. It was the name my mother gave me, and I think it still fits. But... I think that I would like he/they pronouns... please? If that’s not too much trouble.” A flood of relief slammed into Jack as he looked up at Dean and the older man looked back at him with an expression that he couldn’t quite place.

“Of course kid, shouldn’t be too much of a problem. You just let us know if we need to change that at any time okay?” Dean let go of Jack’s shoulder and gave him an affectionate slap on the shoulder as Sam came outside fresh in lounge pants and a green shirt. “Who is ready for some roast? Potatoes should be done shortly.” Dean stepped back and headed into the kitchen only to call out, “If there is half angel who wants to help smash these potatoes, they better get their buts in here before the fun is over.” An impish sort of grin crossed Jack’s face as he rushed into the kitchen and began to make a quiet racket in the kitchen with Dean, leaving a confused Sam looking around at the patio furniture.