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— chapter three!
(the following morning)
Lizzy woke up a few hours later, not sure when she'd been tucked into her bed.
She rolled into her back and sighed, running her hands up and down her face, rubbing her eyes from the sleep and her head from the dull ache of Sam and Dean arguing.
Sam and Dean were back
She lept put of bed and sprinted out of her room and towards the library to seem as if she'd been there all night, knowing that Sam and Dean would either be in their rooms or the kitchen at this hour.
But unfortunately she ran into Jack and the two flew backwards from the impact, Jack able to steady himself a bit easier than Lizzy who flopped onto her rear.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Jack tilted his head to the side in wonder.
"Aren't Sam and Dean back?" She asked groaning.
"No they are not. I was simply on a phone call with them." The boy smiled at her.
"Oh." She mumbled, looking down for a moment , hating how desperate she was for their approval.
"But I made you breakfast!" He smiled cheerfully, walking to the kitchen as a signal for her to follow.
"Jack it's like two in the morning." She smiled, almost letting out a laugh. It'd been so long since someone had done something nice for her.
Jack on the other hand, still couldn't understand why his heart was pounding like crazy when she called him by his name. And smiled. Her smile made him feel like a balloon. He felt so light and happy and he thought he could float away in that moment. the feeling was so raw, so pure and so intoxicating. It was a high that he never wanted to get down, the drug that he would take and take and take until it killed him.
Lizzy was lead to the kitchen where upon entering, the immediate smell of burning toast and raw eggs met her nostrils. she scrunched up her nose as the foul scent metaphorically slapped her hard.
"You seemed sad last time we talked so I wanted to cheer you up!" The boy smiled. His grin was so contagious that soon enough Lizzy could feel herself begining to smile.
"Thank you, Jack."
She sat down and hesitantly brought some of the food to her mouth, but never letting her smile waver once, even if the food tasted like deep fried dolphin sperm.
"Wow. This- This is–" she blinked in surprise, the flavour hitting her in waves.
"Is it bad?" Jack immediately began to worry, a grown set upon his face.
"No! No it's- it isn't!" Elizabeth exclaimed, wanting nothing more than to him to be happy in return.
After a brief moment of silence, Jack cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze, and spoke.
"um, Sam and Dean said they wouldn't be back until tommorow. They just called, saying that."
"Oh." She looked at the ground. Of course.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have–"
"No it's fine really. Im fine." She gave him a tight lipped smiled that they both knew she didn't mean. She looked down at her plate once again.
"Have you ever played monopoly?" Elizabeth asked him.
"No. Have you?"
"No. Wanna play?"
"Of course!"
Lizzy smiled, getting up and leading the way to where Sam and Dean kept their toys or whatever they had to entertain themselves. She'd never been included in board games when they were younger nor now so she might as well learn while there's someone her age here.
Jack tuned out the meaning of Lizzy's words, opting to just listen to the sound of her voice. He did that a lot actually. He lived listening to her voice for some reason. Maybe it was because she was the only one that didn't speak like a damn cowboy and used grammar correctly. Her words were fluid and she never stuttered. She always sounded so sure if herself.
Jack wasn't stupid. He knew why that was. He knew that if she questioned herself while giving information to her brothers she would get an earful.
It often made Jack frustrated when they were all sat together and Sam and Dean didn't let her speak. She always sounded so weak and small around them. And he understood Lizzy. She wasn't afraid of her brothers, she simply didn't feel safe. She knew that if it came down to it, her brothers would choose each other over her. And that made her sad. It made Jack sad.
the nephilim hoped that he could be the one to make her feel happy, and safe and included and give her a sense of belonging. He wanted to be there for her in what he knew was romantic but didn't know the word.
He wanted to care for her as she would if she feels the same.
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