After the 13x02 sneak peek. Inspired by one of the amazing 13x01 codas I read, but I can’t remember which one!
“Okay. Alright. Would you stop?!”
Jack is, once again, confused. Big fucking surprise.
“I… don’t understand,” he says, squinting. Dean almost can’t look at him when he does that. Swallowing thickly, he takes a huge bite of his burger, ignoring Sam’s quiet noise of disgust as he does. Seriously, fuck him. Fuck everything.
“My father—Castiel, my real, true father, he said you were a good man. He spoke to my mother of you often.”
Dean feels like all the air has left the room.
“Jack…” he hears Sam say, softly. Carefully. What’s left of Dean’s heart throbs with that dull, aching pain that never seems to quit in response. He doesn’t want pity.
“I ain’t a good role model, okay?” Dean says gruffly. He takes a swig of beer. Jack is still.
“Castiel thought you were.”
Dean laughs so he doesn’t cry. It’s an empty, ugly sound, and it seems only to confuse Jack further. Scooting closer on the couch, the nephilim leans in like a better view of Dean’s breaking heart will afford him a complete understanding of the situation.
“Castiel loved you greatly,” he says, like he’s trying to figure it all out. “He would have followed you anywhere. And, in fact, he did. I was inside him. I know you went to purgatory together. I know he loved you, but… in a different way than he loved my mother. What he felt for her was superficial—nothing at all, compared to what he felt for you.”
Dean buries his face in his hands. He feels like a circus side show. He feels like throwing his beer bottle across the room.
“I don’t understand,” Jack says again. “My mother said Castiel would take care of me. That he would teach me. But he’s not here… and he learned everything from you. If my mother loved me with a certain depth that resembles what Castiel felt for you, does that not make you the perfect model of humanity?”
And that’s it. Dean can’t stay here anymore. Not when this kid is supposed to be the enemy. Not when he keeps talking about Cas. Not when Sam is looking at him like all he can see what’s happening and is sorry for it. Dean stands, spilling food onto the floor, and carelessly bumping his leg on the coffee table as he rushes out the door.