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"You ever miss her so much you can't—you can't bear it?"

He knew it was different for Jasper, given that he hadn't really known Liv the way that Jimmy had known Claire. But Jasper was the only one that Jimmy could kind of relate to in that way. There was Chas, too, of course, but he at least got to see his daughter sometimes. He got weekends with her. Time to play normal, to raise his daughter.

Jasper and Jimmy—they spent all their time away from their respective daughters. To keep them safe.

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ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

They’ve been arguing for minutes when Jasper suddenly cuts John off with a firm kiss and Jasper never bloody kisses John first and that’s enough to catch John completely off guard. 

It’s been all manner of back and forth lately. Whole lot of tension and arguing and bitterness. Jasper’s bloody nuts, ‘course - he always is - but what they’re up against is entirely likely to rip his insides from his body if he even comes close. 

That’s the catch, though; John’s not likely to fare a whole lot better, but he’s the one who doesn’t have a lot to live for and the one who’s able to talk himself out of most anything he comes across.

Jasper’s not that guy. Jasper’s more traditional magic. Spells, weapons. But the odds aren’t looking great against this kind of demon even with Jasper’s admittedly impressive arsenal.

Jasper’s still kissing him, a little insistently, now, and John slowly opens up to it and kisses him back, unsure of what he wants to say with this. Then Jasper’s pulling him in by the back of the neck and guiding the kiss more - deepens it, softens it.

John feels something shift in his chest when the tenderness starts to come through. 

His bloody plan - Jasper’s plan - is to be bait. To have John do a summoning with a bind to force a new entity to open a portal to push the other one back through, while Jasper throws shrouds at the demon to keep him from knowing and loads them with triggers to let John pull him through. 

It might work. 

But Jasper’s entirely likely to die once the jig is up. 

On the other hand, so will John, if the whole thing goes to hell. 

And maybe that’s what Jasper’s getting at in the kiss. 

He’s stroking his fingers through the hair at the base of John’s neck. Kisses him with a myriad of unspoken words.

John feels absolutely pathetic for feeling a little weak in the face of that. But Jasper’s always found a way to command attention, hasn’t he?

When Jasper draws back, he looks John in the eyes, and John looks back with that feeling behind his ribs replaced by something hollow.

Jasper says, “we’re doing this, John. There’s no other way.”

   “think of it this way; i’m tired of simply ripping apart humans up here.” it was fun - very fun, but got boring ( more so repetitive ) after a while. a reason to why he was going to ‘change’ his usual target’s, but in reality, it was just one target. one, that had managed to send him to hell before, but now? oh, now, he was ready. now he knew what he was facing. “so, it’s time for a rematch. one... that i do believe will turn out better than last time.”

“Woah, easy there, mate”, John says, hands held up in the classic no-shoot gesture, but he still moves into the house like he owns the place, with just a glance Jasper’s way as he sidesteps him. 

He’s pretty sure he won’t hurt him. They did fine work of that elemental half a year back, after all. No point cursing your coworkers, even they do drop by unannounced and has a way into the house they shouldn’t have.

John’s a bastard like that, and he knows it.

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Oh, there’s a sly little grin at this, alright, and he glances over at where Jasper’s looking through some notes and being actually useful, while John’s decidedly being the opposite. 

It’s been a rough kind of day. A dozen cigarettes and four beers kind of day. This should brighten it up. 

Not like he hasn’t done it before, either - kiss Jasper, that is - but there’s a quiet kind of agreement to it: they don’t talk about it. 

So John doesn’t talk about it this time, either. 

He gets up and goes over to that end of the house and wordlessly gets a hand beneath Jasper’s shirt and slides it up his spine by way of greeting, as if a greeting’s necessary when he’s been crashing the place for the past four days. 

Jasper looks over at him and John takes advantage of the way he turns his head to kiss him, and slides his hand back down to his hip, then bites at his lip before he backs up with a mischievous grin.