J̶e̶s̶s̶i̶e̶ ̶K̶l̶i̶n̶e̶ Jack Winchester

Home Alone

Jack woke up a few minutes after eleven the next morning. It was nice being able to sleep in. He rolled over to check his phone.

'Hey kiddo, text me when you get up.' - 7:30 a.m.

'Do you want me to bring you something to eat when I'm on lunch?' - 10:48 a.m.

Jack quickly responded back, feeling bad he had slept through his messages. He didn't think Dean would text him.

"Sorry. I just woke up."

"It's okay. I'm on break in about twenty minutes if you want me to bring you something. All we really have that you wouldn't have to cook is cereal."

"Okay."

"What do you want?"

"Anything is fine."

"Alright, be there in about forty minutes."

"Okay."

"Sam will be home around one by the way, if you want to come back with me. He'll probably just stay in his room though."

"It's fine. I'll just stay up here."

"Okay." Jack put his phone back on the nightstand and got his clothes together to shower. He looked in the mirror after pulling off the binder. There were dark purple bruises over his ribs. I should probably tell Dean.. 'but I've been wearing it more than he told me to, he might be mad...' he stepped into the hot shower, happy to have less hair to deal with. He took his time, enjoying the heat since he didn't have anything to do that day. After about twenty minutes he got out, he quickly dried off and got dressed, deciding to forgo the binder for today and opting to go steal a hoodie from Dean since it would be baggy on him. He found an old dark green one that was really soft. Soon enough, he heard the door open.

"Jack! I'm here!" Jack made his way down the stairs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hi."

"What's with the outfit choice?"

"Oh.. I- uh I got cold and I wanted something baggy, sorry."

"I don't care, borrow whatever you want from my closet, they're just clothes. You're just drowning in it."

"Yea, I like it though."

"Are you sure you're okay here alone? You're being kinda quiet."

"Yea, I just - I don't feel great."

"You think you're getting sick?"

"I don't know."

"What's wrong?" Jack looked away. "Jack? You can tell me whatever's going on, you know that." He didn't say anything, he just lifted the hoodie to reveal the bruises. Dean sat the bag of food on the counter before stepping forward. He slowly and softly ran his thumb over the bruises, checking for swelling. Jack winced and backed away, looking to the floor. "How long have you been wearing it?" No response. "Jack, I need you to tell me. I'm not gonna get mad or yell I promise, I just need to make sure you're being safe."

"Basically unless I'm taking a shower." He whispered.

"Jack... That's not safe. You don't need to sleep in it, or bind for more than eight hours a day. I know it sucks sometimes, but you could get hurt."

"I know."

"Please, don't bind today. You know you don't need to around me right? I already know, and I'm not gonna judge you for anything. Why don't we look for some sports bras online when I get home. I'll help you pick some out to wear when you're not binding. I used to wear them all the time. You could wear those around the house, especially when it's just us. Cas is oblivious to everything, he won't notice."