J̶e̶s̶s̶i̶e̶ ̶K̶l̶i̶n̶e̶ Jack Winchester

Sam

 That night, he felt panic ensue. He hadn't had to be around Sam for a whole three weeks. He had still only talked to him a few times. He didn't want to be home with just him, but he knew that he shouldn't go to work with Dean. Soon enough, Dean was knocking on his door, coming to say goodnight. Jack didn't respond, lost in his own thoughts. He slowly walked in to find him just sitting on the edge of his bed, staring.

"You alright?"

"Huh?... Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"You worried about Sam?"

"Kinda."

"If you want me to come get you tomorrow, just call and I'll be here. It'll be fine though. He'll get home at twelve tomorrow, he only has one class and the coffee shop is closed for a while for renovation."

"Okay..."

"Try and get some sleep okay."

"Okay." Jack fell asleep surprisingly quickly. He woke up at a quarter to noon, he quickly responded to Dean's texts and went downstairs. He grabbed anything he thought he might need. He was looking through the fridge for something he could have for lunch when he heard the door open. 'Shit'. He froze, looking for somewhere to hide when Sam walked in.

"Oh, hey."

"Hi..." Jack responded looking to the ground.

"I was going to make some pasta for lunch if you want some..." He said, trying to sound as not intimidating as possible.

"Okay..."

"You don't have to stay down here with me if you don't want to, I could just bring it to you when it's done."

"I - uh - okay..." Jack began walking towards the exit of the kitchen.

"Wait... Can I ask you something?" Jack stopped, turning towards Sam a little. "Why are you so nervous around me? You seemed okay when you called me that day, I know you haven't seen me since we went to go get food, but did I do something?"

"I did that for Dean." He said quietly.

"I know, but I don't understand why I still make you so nervous... You're even comfortable hanging out with Cas."

"He makes Dean happy."

"I know, and I know me and him get into arguments a lot... but we've done that since we were kids. Do you really think he would leave you here with me if he thought I was a danger to you?"

"No..."

"Then what is it? I just want to know what I can do to make you more comfortable."

"You uh-you..." Jack didn't even realize he had started crying. Not until Sam took a few steps back and spoke again, much softer this time.

"I'm sorry.. You can go upstairs now if you want to. I shouldn't have pushed you." Jack didn't move...He was lost in his own thoughts. He wanted Dean. He should have told Dean. "Jack?" He snapped out of it slightly, just enough to make it outside the kitchen. He slowly slid down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. Soon enough, his breathing picked up, he didn't know what to do. He also didn't know Sam had already sent Dean an SOS telling him to get home. Sam watched the best he could without the boy's knowledge. Moments later, the door flung open and he looked up to see Dean walking towards him. He held out his arms and Dean knelt down.

"Hey kiddo..." He pulled the boy up, letting him wrap around his torso, and carried him into his own room, closing and locking the door. He sat on the bed, allowing him to get comfortable in his lap. Jack was already through the worst of it, mainly just crying now. "You wanna tell me what's goin on?" Jack shook his head. "Can I text Sammy and ask him?" He nodded, Dean pulled out his phone and texted Sam, who gave him a run down. "Can you tell me what it is about Sam that freaks you out?"