almost. | warnings: death, depression, crying, swearing | 1,379 words | angst, then fluff kinda | castiel/dean winchester | rated: pg-13 | a spn 13x01 coda
a/n: sup guys guess which boy decided to write a spn 13x01 coda the day when the next episode airs…….yep, it’s this dude! i am nothing if not hardcore and an overachiever. dedicated to the fam + squad as always
summary: sam says that dean and jack need to sort out some shit. he may be onto something. feat. sad dean, half comforting jack, talks about cas, and a Very Done sam.
“You know,” says Sam, tapping at his laptop, apprehensive, “you should take Jack out somewhere sometime. For fun. Bonding time.”
Dean looks up from where he’s cleaning his guns. He’s done it six times over today already. “What?” he asks.
“You need to talk to him, Dean,” says Sam, sighing and shutting his laptop closed. “You can’t just pretend he’s not there while reading every single book we have on nephilim and how to, theoretically, kill them.”
Dean places the gun he’s cleaning down on the table and sighs. “I’m a grown man, Sam. I can do whatever I want to.”
“But you won’t,” says Sam, and they both know it’s not about the kid, now. Dean clears his throat and picks his gun up again, furiously rubbing at the surface.