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━ chapter one!
LIZZY WOULD OFTEN MIND herself, not really socializing with the rowdy testosterone-fuelled brothers of hers. The youngest winchester had always been much more quiet, much more lenient to the natural balance. She'd often stay behind on hunts, complying with orders given to her by whoever. Lizzy had never been much of a rebel.
It was maybe her lack of participation in the social factor that came along with their routinely missions of saving the world that caused her to never really notice the young nephilim.
Hell she didn't know he was a nephilim until Castiel had told her about a week later.
Elizabeth would spend her days researching what her brother's told her or trying to be a normal teenager. She'd taken a liking to watching cartoons curled up by herself in the most isolated part of the bunker she could find. No one payed much attention to her, no one ever really bothered with her.
At least that's what she'd thought...
Given that jack was new to... everything, he'd still been trying to process emotions. But the desperate need to understand himself was growing stronger in waves as each day would pass. He'd never thought that Elizabeth Winchester would be the reason.
Talking to Sam, Castiel and even dean was easy, yet for some reason he could not talk to the girl without stumbling over himself. His mind would demand for attention from specifically Lizzy yet his body would not comply. It was aggravating.
He would spend long hours simply observing the girl, taking in every detail of her. Whether it was how she would pick at the table with her worn out nails when nervous, pull the knots out of her tangled hair with an unladylike grunt (that still somehow manage to captivate him) or how she would occasionally smile at him when he suggested something helpful and pertinent to a case.
"Hey Lizzy? Could you check up on what we know about...talking dogs?" Dean asked Lizzy through the phone, causing jack to snap out of his daydream.
"Wha- never mind. Yeah sure I'll call you back when I find something." She then quickly hit the bright red button on her screen, hanging up the call.
"You wanna grab the books in that section while I take the ones over there?" Lizzy asked.
"Yes of course." Jack complied curtly, heading over to the section, proud of gaining her attention, even for a few moments.
He pulled out the first book he saw, and walked over to where Lizzy was sitting. The brunette cocked an eebrow at the boy when he sat down a bit too close to her.
"It will be easier for us to research, right?" He smiled brightly at the girl, her not having the cruelty to tell him it was completely inefficient.
Sam and Dean had left this morning, telling the two that there had been a small hunt about three hours away. The brothers seemed perfectly fine with leaving jack and their little sister alone for some odd reason. Maybe it was because they knew that she was too closed off to do anything with him, and he too shy to say anything.
It took only a few more yellow paged turns of their books for jack to realize that siting so close to this mesmerizing winchester was a mistake.
He could barely bring himself to read when the raspberry and smoke poppy scent of her hair engulfed his nose in the most welcoming way, and his eyes started to drift off from the same sentence he'd been staring at for too long and towards her concentrated figure.
As always, Elizabeth remained oblivious to the boy that was unknowingly falling head over heels for her.
