Graceful Jack (Supernatural)

Chapter Five

The store smelt like weed and burnt popcorn. The carpet was dark with crazy and multicolored zigzags and circles, jumping out of the 1980s. The movies were stacked up against each other, and when they came inside, the clerk barely looked alive. His mouth hung open, and his eyes looked half asleep. Even after Fee said hello, the clerk had no response. Music from the mid 90s played, and neither of the younglings could've named the song. Jack said there was too much of the oo-ah, and Fee said, "Synthesizers, yeah. I like to hear the instruments too."

Looking through the shelves, half of the movies were still in VHS, and Jack held it up when Fee wasn't looking, plunking it against his head to test it. He had seen DVDs, but he didn't understand what these VHSs were. Granted, most of the movies he watched were already on the computer.

"Ah-ha. Here it is!"

Jack looked down the aisle and didn't see her, so he poked his head into the next aisle. He found her bending down on her knees, looking on the bottom shelf. Walking over, he stood next to her. "Do you need help?"

"No, I'll be right up." Fee flicked her fingers across the titles, not finding exactly what she wanted. She grabbed the closest thing. Going straight onto her knees, she almost ran straight into Jack. His pants were a bit close.

"Sorry." Jack stepped back. "Let me help you up." Holding out his hand, he thought Fee might've completely ignored him, but no, she took it. Getting to her feet, they were very close. Jack had forgotten how tall she was, and she was an inch or two taller than her. She didn't care.

"Thanks. Let's go." Flipping her hair, Fee started down the aisle.

At the checkout counter, Fee put down the pack of DVDs. The counter was sticky, and she wiped her hands off on her pants. The clerk took the pack of DVDs, looking them over.

"You don't happen to have the Keira Knightley version, do you? You know, the movie?" she wondered.

The clerk blinked at her. "No, we only have the Colin Firth series."

Fee shrugged.

Jack blinked. "Who's Colin Firth?"

Fee whipped around and stared at Jack. "You don't know who Colin Firth is?"

"No."

Fee was shocked. "You've never seen Bridget Jones's Diary, Mamma Mia, Love Actually or the Kingsman?"

Jack had never seen any of those.

"Oh," Fee shook her head, "we need to watch some movies. Who raised you this way? You missed so much in your childhood."

Jack knew that he missed much in his lack of childhood, and he didn't need her to rub it in his face. Reminding himself that she didn't know, Jack sighed. There was no way that Fee knew he didn't have a childhood, and his whole backstory to her was probably simple. Then again, he didn't know her backstory. He had been wondering what Fee stood for.

Taking the movie from the clerk, Jack and Fee stepped out into the cold weather. Well, Jack found it cold as he wore his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets. On the other hand, Fee seemed quite natural in the cold with a light jacket on and the pack of DVDs in her hands.

Sam and Syd were almost back to the motel by now, and their hand movements had gotten more animated. Fee highly doubted they were on succubuses anymore. Perhaps they had moved onto something that was more interesting. As for Jack and her, they had their own plans for the afternoon.

Settling down in Syd and Fee's motel room, the series was cued up. The series was a bit more than an hour and half, but the succubus wasn't going to attack until nighttime. Plus, Cas and Dean had their own way of attack when it came to speaking with the sheriff, and Syd and Sam had gone off to do more research.

As the elderly English music started on the screen, Fee climbed onto the bed since it sat opposite of the TV. When it came to Jack's motel room, there were more things, like a kitchen table or chairs. Fee's room, with only two people traveling, had one bed and a table with a chair attached. Jack sat at the table and faced the TV.

Fee scoffed from across the room. "Do I smell?"

Jack turned to face her. "No." Fee smelt like roses.

"Then come sit on the bed. It's a better view."

Slowly-- and carefully-- Jack wandered over to the bed. The old springs groaned as he climbed. Dean always said beds were made for two things. Funnily enough, Jack had seen Dean eating in bed too.

In the dark, the TV was the only light. Jack was very focused on the screen because he didn't want to focus on how close he was to her. While they had been closer today than now, Jack was still on the edge of the bed. He was able to teeter off at any moment. His eyes glanced at her direction, only seeing her long and sprawled out legs, crossing at the ankle. She had taken off her shoes and wore mismatched socks. Cursing himself, Jack turned to the screen. He hadn't even asked her out, so really, this was his fault.

That was what he had to do, as he tried to build up confidence. All he had to do, according to Sam, was just ask her out. If she said no, that was it-- that was the end. But if she said yes-- he hoped she said yes-- then there was a date. That thought made him nervous as well.

Jack cleared his throat. "Fee?"

She didn't respond.

"Fee?" he asked a little louder.

Once again, there was no response.

Carefully, he turned and saw that Fee's head was slumped forward and her eyes were closed. She did say that Pride and Prejudice put her to sleep. Accepting this, he grabbed her jacket on the table and draped it around her shoulders. Turning back to the TV, Jack got very interested in Pride and Prejudice and Colin Firth.