Apple Pie Life | Supernatural AU

Research

Sam and Jack go through the British Men of Letters files to determine which city is the best place to be for killing Monsters. The Liverpool docks seam to have the highest rate of illegal and imported Vampires, Werewolves, Skin Walkers and all kinds of sonsofbitches. the pair were busy fishing through travel magazines and google searching everything they needed to know about the city before they convinced Castiel and Dean to tag along.

Sam knew it would be difficult getting Dean on board with the move, despite knowing how tired he was; Dean was always about the family business, saving people and hunting things. He was worried that killing a small fraction of monsters, low key in a country he wasn't familiar with wasn't good enough for him. But after Micheal and the alternative universe and almost losing Jack, Sam felt it was only right to get out of the life. Hadn't they sacrificed enough? 

"Hey, Sam. When we get to England, are we going to live out of motels like you used to or will we find a house?" Jack asked quietly, looking up from his computer screen frowning.

"I'm not sure, Buddy. I mean everything is going to have to be under the grid, me and Dean have been dead twice and in police custody... more times than I can count, so I don't think we can do this by the book. Unless..." I get up from the table and look through the British men of letters papers. "Yeah, here it is." I show Jack the file on British Men of Letters list of bunkers. Like the American men of letters they have safe houses and under ground bunkers and secret places to lay low. The nearest one to Liverpool docks was on the outskirts of Manchester, only 40 minutes drive. 

"Do you think anyone will be there?" Jack wonders as he frantically googles Manchester.

"Well from what I knew from Mick and Ketch, the British Men of Letters was a small community mostly in London and it says here Manchester is at least 4 hours maybe more. We can always scope the place out before hand, stay in motels until we know its safe?" 

"What are you going to say to Dean?" I rub my face in exhaustion, I am running on caffeine and two hours of sleep. I have no idea how to answer Jack's question right now. 

"Gee, I can't even think right now. I'm going to hit the hay and we can think about this in the morning. Don't stay up too late." Jack looks up from his laptop again, looking confused.

"I don't sleep much." 

"Okay well try not to eat too much candy. Its not good for your teeth. I'll see you in the morning, Night." 

"Good Night Sam." 

I walk towards my bed room feeling the weight on my shoulders. Tired from the day and tired from life. I walk passed Deans room and listen in through the door. He's really been scaring me lately, the excessive killing, drinking and ear piercing screaming most nights. Tonight though Dean seams sound asleep and Sam wonders how long he will get before the screaming starts. He knows Castiel is in there making sure he is alright, much to Deans protests. But Sam still can't help running towards the screaming. 

Sam just about makes it to his bed before collapsing onto the memory foam mattress. He didn't even bother changing from his clothes. He needed sleep and he needed it now, he could think about things in 4 hours. 

While everyone slept, Jack researched all about Liverpool, Manchester and the UK as a whole. He decided to help Sam out and make a pro's and con's list about moving and taking over the British Men of Letters post. All he wanted to do was impress Sam and more importantly, Dean. So he often went out of his way to please them. Sam was always the first to compliment and thank Jack, he liked Sam and respected him and hoped that one day he could be as good as him when it came to hunting, or even at being human. Jack was learning more and more everyday about what it meant to be human; Family, friendship, loyalty that sort of thing. But also emotions and how to read a situation, that was the hardest part about humans. Jack noticed that the majority of people hide there true emotion, but slowly he was being able to read body language and decipher when someone was lying, especially Dean. Being a Nephilim was confusing, he didn't belong or fit in with the humans and was seen as an abomination to the Angels. Except Castiel of course, one of his surrogate Fathers. Jack really did look up to Castiel as he felt they had the same approach to humans, wanting to understand and live among them. 

Jack worked tirelessly for hours, only stopping for pie. Before he knew it, it was 7am and Dean was in his deadmans robe looking for coffee.

"What - did you, did you go to sleep?" Dean scratches his head in confusion as he shuffles sleepily through the living space.

"Erm.... No." Despite Jack not needing sleep he felt guilty for staying up late.

"Don't sweat it kid, but come on." Dean closed the Laptop and ushered Jack to the kitchen "How 'bout I make you a short stack, with bacon and maple syrup with coffee? Huh whattdya say." 

"But Sam said-" 

"Oh screw Sam, you're half angel I'm sure you can handle a little sugar. Besides we can clean up after ourselves... Sammy doesn't need to know alright. Now get that coffee machine on and ill get flippin'." 

Jack and Dean worked silently in the kitchen, cooking and setting up the table. The silence wasn't awkward but Jack already had a burning desire to tell Dean, Sam's plan. Instead he sipped his coffee, with his mouth watering at the smell of the delicious pancakes, one of his favourite Dean meals.