𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ❂ j. kline

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

DEAR JACK,
Beneath my happy words,
Underneath my hidden meanings,
Reminds me of a time before you.
Now it makes me feel like I'm dreaming.

𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚—
𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩

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MISSOURI MOSELY HAD BEEN IN NEED OF THE HELP OF THE WINCHESTER BROTHERS.  Sam had thought that it was only best to stay behind and help Jack find how far his abilities could stretch. Of course Dean had hated this idea and decided that since Sam had put Jody on the case, he would head out and help her.

This had left the bunker Dean Winchester free. It was the perfect chance for Sam to work with Jack without listening to the complaints that his brother would bring.

As of now, Jack had been unaware of what was planned for the next few days and with him had been Rose. It had only been a short time knowing one another, but spending time in the bunker only with each other had allowed them to grow closer as friends. However, the bunker wasn't always the most exciting place to be spending time in without a case to work on.

Today, both had been in Jack's room, attempting to bring some life to it. Placing the books that Rose had given him to borrow beside his bed, Jack smiled to himself for a brief moment. Turning to hopefully see Rose smiling in just as much approval, he was surprised to see her not paying much attention at all. "What are you doing?"

Glancing up from painting her nails, she had been startled after all the silence. Holding out the nail polish, a frown came to her lips. "Sorry, did you wanna join in?"

Heading her way, he was curious about what she had been doing. "I'm not sure what it is." Without a word, she waved her hand in hopes of getting his in return. Though hesitant, he had placed his hand in hers, watching as she began to paint his nails. The smell of the nail polish hadn't bothered him in the slightest when he was having what he had believed was a moment with Rose.

Lifting his hand towards her mouth, she said nothing as she blew lightly on his nails. Unable to contain it, Jack had felt his stomach twist into knots, unsure what he had been feeling— all he had known was that he had liked it. "Can I ask you something?" His question fell from his mouth before he could stop himself. Now that she had dropped his hand down and looked to him in question, he knew there was no going back. "Was Kevin... was he more than a friend to you?"

Laughing nervously, Rose shifted in her spot. "Like a boyfriend?"

"Sure," he shrugged.

"Yeah, he was. Why?"

Grabbing his laptop from the foot of his bed, he placed it in his lap, taking a seat. "Sam gave this to me." Rose was instantly fearful of what history Dean had left on it for Jack to come across. The last thing she had wanted was to give him the talk when it sounded more like a job for Sam Winchester. "Uh, what'd you find on there?"