𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
lexi winchester had experienced hell and back. she had hunted every monster, killed demons, slain vampires. it was in her blood to kill. but when a nephilim came to be, she made a different choice.
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There was a heavy feeling in the air of Jack's room as everyone gathered inside, the sick boy laying pale and weak on his bed. Castiel stood by the door, Sam beside him and Dean on the other side of the room. They could barely look at him, it was too painful. Meanwhile, Lexi couldn't pull her eyes away from him as she sat beside his bed, afraid that he would slip away as soon as she did.
Jack tried to sit up, groaning as he did so. His skin was pale, and dark circles hung under his eyes. He looked like he was already dead.
"Hey, hey, hey," Lexi gently put her hand on his chest, "Take it easy. It's alright." Her voice was strained. She gave him a forced smile as he looked at her. But Jack saw right through it.
"Please don't be sad." He said, "Maybe-- Maybe this is how things are supposed to be."
Dean scoffed, "Don't give me that 'meant to be' crap. This isn't part of some damn plan."
Cas sighed, "Dean..."
Jack let out a cough, soon turning into desperate gasps for breath. He grabbed the oxygen mask they had provided for him, placing it over his mouth and breathing in. Lexi didn't know how much longer she could hold it together. Seeing him like that was too much. But she couldn't leave. Unlike Dean, who quickly got up from his seat and stormed out, Cas followed after him.
"Can you..." Jack spoke, "Can you tell him... it's okay?"
"Tell him yourself." Said Sam from the doorway, "He'll be back in a minute."
Jack slowly nodded, looking down then moving to reach into his pocket, sighing from exhaustion as he did so. "Lexi..." He whispered. She leant forward eagerly, ready to comply to whatever he needs. "Give me your hand." He said.
The girl frowned, slowly lifting her hand and holding it out with her palm facing up. Jack held something in his hand that she could not see. His hand shook as he placed it into her hand, curling her fingers to clasp around it. It was cold in her palm, it felt small and metal. And as she opened her hand, she immediately recognised the small object.
The bullet keychain she had given him. She had almost forgotten about it since she never Jack with it. She didn't know he had kept it in his pocket every day.
"You were right, it kept me strong." Jack whispered, "But I don't need it anymore."
