Juliet Winchester II -Jack Kline

Chapter 15

I gave Cas a look as he adverted my glaze.
"I know what you're thinking -- it's been awhile, and I still look pretty good." I rolled my eyes.
"No, that's -- that's not what we were thinking." Sam said.
"Where the hell have you been?" I asked. "Well, you know, it's a funny story. It reminds me of a song." He lifted up a guitar and started playing notes until Dean grabbed it smashing it on the floor.
"Answer the damn question!" Dean yelled at him.
"Don't!" Chuck pointed his finger like a mother scowling her child.
He than looked over at me
"It's a little cramped in here, don't you think?" He snapped his fingers as we appeared in the bunker.
"There. That's better." I rolled my eyes.
"So how's things?" I rolled my eyes once more.
"Okay, look. I get it. All right, I'm from the deus from the machina, and you have questions. So, great. Go." Chuck told us.
"Yeah, like Dean said, where have you been?" Sam asked.
"It's hard to explain. Um everywhere and nowhere, to the edge of the universe and beyond. And I saw Springsteen on Broadway. Man's a genius." Chuck said.
"What about Amara?"
"She's been with me. Yeah, it's been nice reconnecting after the whole "trying to murder me and end all existence" thing." Chuck explained.
"Where is she now?" I asked.
"Reno. Turns out she loves kino." He chuckled.
"And you're here because."
"Because of Jack." Cas said.
"Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off." He waved his hands.
"I built the sandbox -- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay." Dean and I shared a look.
"But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in." I sat back.
"So You're saying Jack is Apocalyptic?" Sam asked.
"The kid said, "Stop lying," and I don't know if you noticed, but the world kinda went insane."
Chuck started playing with the stereo, going to different channels.
"And it's been confirmed -- the Queen of England is, in fact, a lizard."
"I fucking knew it!" I yelled out.
"See?"
"Can you fix it?" Sam asked as Chuck sighed.
"Fine." He snapped his fingers.
"Fixed." Chuck said.
"Really?" Sam stutteres.
"I'm God, Sam. Yeah, really." He rolled his eyes.
"Go ahead. Try it out." Chuck said.
"Celine Dion rocks." Dean said as I laughed.
"Yeah. Yeah, we can lie again." Said Dean.
"And the rioting?" Cas asked.
"Like it never happened." Chuck replied as we all stared at him.

"You're welcome." He said clearing his throat.
"Look, the point is the kid did all that with two words. What's next? He sneezes and -- whoops -- there goes India?"
"He doesn't know where India is."
"I don't know. Maybe. But this is bad -- like Me Level Bad." Chuck said.
"Can you stop him?" Sam asked.
"Not exactly. But you can. With that." Chuck pointed.
On the table was a gun, one we've never seen before.
"What is that?" I asked.
"I'm thinking of calling it the Equalizer!" We stared at him not saying anything.
"Or the Hammurabi." We still didn't say anything.
"No? All right, cool. That's cool. Cool."
"Wait, y-you're saying that this thing could kill Jack?"
"That? That'll kill anything." Chuck replied.
"So you've had this the whole time and -- and we're just now getting it?" Dean asked.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I haven't?"
"Y--." I groaned.
"I just made that sucker. Hasn't been fired yet." Chuck said.
"So you don't even know if it works." I said.
"If I say it'll work, it'll work." Chuck said.
"There's no bullets." Dean said.
"Right, it doesn't exactly use bullets." I hit my head on the table.
"See, existence is all about balance, right? Dark and light, good and evil, chocolate and peanut butter."
"Ugh, yeah, okay, Chuck. - The point, please?" Sam snapped.
"Right. So, this doesn't so much fire bullets as it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever's shooting it and whoever they're shooting at." I was so confused.
"What?" Cas asked as Chuck sighed.
"Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. So you kill him."
"You die." Dean replied.
"Right. Yeah." Dean tapped the gun.
"Look, I know it's not perfect, and I'd do it myself, but, you know, if I bite it, then existence also kind of bites it, so one of you." I glared at him.
"Sorry." He shrugged.

"I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack." Cas said.
"Y-You can fix him. You can -- You can restore his soul. That's why I called you. Yeah, not so much. You're God." Cas snapped.
"Well, souls are complicated -- even for me. Besides, even if I could, would you really want -- I mean, after what he did?" Chuck asked.
"Then we bind him. We throw him in the Cage until."
"Stop, Cass." Dean cut him off.
"You heard him. This is the only way." Dean said.
"And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box." Cas said.
"Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death -- she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong." Chuck scoffed.
"There has to be another way." Cas said.
"Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care." I rolled my eyes.
"'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board, or walk away." I laughed.
"Fuck you Dean!" I stood up.
"What?"
"I said, fuck you! Your mom is fucking dead, boohoo, at least you got to see her one more time, while most of us can't. And you know what Cas has more of a heart than you do. And I'd be fucking damned if my daughter grows up without a father." I yelled at lights flickered.
"Do what you want, but I will not forgive you." I sat back down.