Alate (Trans Jack Kline AU)

Kalon

Part Four

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"Look at that beard!" Dean cooed through video chat as Jack showed off just what he looked like two and a half months on Testosterone. Jack already had some growth on his jawline, but it was mostly noticeable on his upper lip in a lighter shade than his hair. It wasn't often that trans men got facial hair that early, but Jack was one of those people. He wasn't sure if he was happy with it.

"It looks ridiculous." Jack huffed. "I don't know if I'm gonna be the guy that likes facial hair." Jack admitted as he ran a hand over it. His Uncle Sam got into view then, his smile just as warm as it was when Jack was back home.

"It's up to you, Jack. You look good right now, but you also look great barefaced." Sam advised but Dean rolled his eyes as he carded his fingers through his own thick beard.

"I'm always gonna be team beard. But yeah, do what feels right, bud." Dean conceded through a sigh. His green eyes lit up though once the front door opened to reveal his husband.

"Did I miss it? Is he still on video chat?" Uncle Cass said through a heavy breath as he finally came into view. "Jack!" Castiel said as he finally got to see his nephew's face.

Jack felt warmth fill his chest as he looked at his three favorite people. He wished it was in person and not through a phone screen, but that was enough for the moment.

"I miss you guys." Jack said through a long sigh.

"We miss you, too. It's just not the same here without you." Castiel said, his eyes showing the sadness his face was so desperately trying to hide.

"Maybe you guys can visit soon...?" Jack tried as his fingers toyed with the end of his sleeve. His uncles gave him a fond smile and said they'd figure something out. Jack could at least tell they wanted to.

It wasn't long before they all decided to get off the phone so they could rest for work the next day. Jack fell against his bed with a loud groan.

Clark was out with his friends, and had been gone for hours. Jack had been invited seeing as he'd been going with Clark for weeks, but that was the first time in a while that his uncles were able to FaceTime with him all at once.

Well, the call was over, and all Jack was then was bored and lonely. He rubbed a hand over his stubble absentmindedly, and out of nowhere, he had a vivid memory of his father's face. It was when Nick was at his worse, right after Jack's mother died.

Jack couldn't help but feel that he looked just like him.

And it was that thought that brought him to the bathroom connected to his room. He looked himself over in the mirror, a tight feeling in the pit of his stomach at how much he really did look like him like this.

And it wasn't that Jack hated that. For whatever messed up reason, Jack still loved his father. But it was just too much. Jack wanted to leave all that behind and be comfortable in his own skin. And with that he rationalized, that for the moment, he'd be okay without a beard.

The problem was that he had no idea what he was doing. He had bought his own razor for this exact reason, and even watched some YouTube tutorials on how to do it. Of course, he'd forgotten shaving cream, so Jack just used warm water as he made the first move.

And maybe he would have been fine, if it wasn't for the knock on the bedroom door that startled him.

"Shit!" Jack cursed as a small speck of blood pooled just below his cheek. The knocking continued, forcing a newly annoyed Jack to walk out and open the door.

His annoyance fell slightly though once he realized it was Clark.

"Sorry, dude. I left my room key here." Clark said as he walked passed him, just to turn back around and gawk at Jack's small wound.