#protectjack2k19

They haven’t found a solution for Michael!Dean yet and Deans teenage daughter JUST found out about the coffin plan. She strolls out of her room and this encounter happens. It’s a real rough scene but it just feels like something you’ll like 😂

“What the fuck is that?” Dad asked, looking up from his beer. His eyes landed on the purring lump in my arms. His eyes are wide and his eyebrows raised. He kept blinking as if he expected her to disappear at a moments notice.

“Her name is Clementine.” I said flatly, holding the hairless kitten in my arms.

“I said what is that. Not who.”

“She is a Spynx, Dad.”

“Who let you... why do you...?”

Jack walked into the room lazily, probably to get a glass of chocolate milk, or to make sure the ice cube trays are full. He’s always very concerned about that. “Dean! I see you have met Clementine.”

“Are you a part of this?” Dad asked Jack, standing up from his seated position.

Jack smiled widely, looking insanely proud of himself. “We cannot have a cat because you are allergic, but I read that you won’t be affected by Clementine, and Ellie has been so sad lately. I thought she could use a friend.”

Dads expression softened a bit, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “So you got her a hairless cat.”

“Yup.” I said blankly, scratching under her chin. Clem grabbed my hand in her paw and licked my palm. “But you won’t be around much longer, so what do you care?”

Castiel came from his room, bursting into the kitchen with a large, toothy grin. “Good news.”

“Found a lead?” Dad asked desperately, clasping his hands together.

“No, but I did learn how to knit a sweater for Clementine.” He said, holding up the roughly knitted purple sweater. There weren’t enough holes for all her limbs, but it was the thought that counts.

“Aww, Cas! Thanks. Do you love it, Clem?” I asked her, as Castiel brought over the sweater for her to sniff.

“It looks like a raw chicken. Why does it need a sweater?” Dad complained. “Am I being punked? Is Sammy in on it too?”

“Who do you think picked the name?” I countered, eyeing him.

@gabrielsbackbitches this is what I came up with!

Jack sat on the bench as he waited for Dean and Sam to finish their investigation at the crime scene across the street. There was something about the pigeons and squirrels that made Jack feel a sense of peace that he didn’t feel inside of the bunker.

He closed his eyes and took in the smells and the calm that came from the park. The chittering of the squirrels and the chirping of the birds.

He opened an eye, glancing down at the soft, fuzzy head that was pushing itself against his arm.

“Well, hello there.” He said to the sandy, squished faced cat, that seemed uncomfortably familiar. “Would you like to be friends?”

The cat glanced up at him, almost annoyed.

Jack put his hands together to think. How could he inspire kinship with this cat? He grinned widely and dug in his pocket for the peanut he was saving for a rainy day. “Here you go.” He said, resting the peanut in his palm, holding it out for the cat. “You can have it. I’ve been saving it, but I think you’d like it.”

The cat eyed the peanut, and even though he would NEVER eat such a thing, he couldn’t deny the innocence in young Jacks eyes as he offered up the snack.

The cat looked around before taking it in his mouth, wincing at the salt on the peanut.

“Do you love it, fuzzy one?” Jack asked concerned.

The cat internally sighed and rubbed against him, not daring to upset Jack.

Jack smiled and nodded, taking the cat in his lap. “I think we can be friends, sir.” He said, scratching the cats head.

Literally all he wants is to make his dads proud BREAK MY HEART