I really want for Jack to have healing powers that are revealed when Sam gets seriously hurt. Like they need this in the show so badly!!! (Also I adore your writing!!)
Like. Just imagine.
Sam instinctively steps in front of an attack meant for Jack and gets hit full in the chest and falls, and he’s just—already halfway gone. Dean is all the way panicking and remembering every other time he’s lost Sam and been able to do nothing, and all of the sudden his hands are fluttering over wounds he could never possibly staunch and he’s muttering breathy reassurances that are more for himself than anything, because Sam for sure can’t really hear him anymore.
And Jack is just dumbstruck, horrified at how frail humans are, confused because he could have taken that hit and healed from it effortlessly, and he just sort of stumbles forward and ends up on his knees, and Dean is suddenly and irrationally pissed because how dare anyone intrude on this right now, and Jack just reaches out, whispering sorry and I’ll make this okay, and the wounds fade before their eyes and maybe Dean stops treating Jack like a thing, because if you love Sam like that, you’re good people. :D
just because you might ‘fall behind’ your peers due to what’s going on in your life right now doesn’t mean you’re worthless or incompetent - if anything, it proves that your drive to catch up and pick yourself up from the hardships makes you resilient; you can do this, it’s okay to work at your own pace, you’re doing great
Andrew wakes up one morning, forgetting for a split second where he is. There’s soft breathing beside him–never snoring, the boy beside him doesn’t snore. He could smell the familiar fruit shampoo that the boy beside him liked to use on the cats. The bed feels lighter, somehow, with two bodies on it instead of one. To Andrew, it is much too early to think of such an anomaly, but he stores it somewhere in the back of his mind to think about later. Right now, Andrew allows himself to stare at the boy facing him–though, he is never going to admit that.
If anyone were to walk in and see Andrew with his eyes softening at the edges, a sigh leaving his parted lips, they would remark about how Andrew was getting softer.
But, he isn’t getting softer. He’s alive and he’s curious about this new life that he never would have thought possible. And, suddenly, he realized that his survival had depended on a boy who had given him the truth on the ledge of a roof, in the middle of an airport, and any chance he got.
Thank you, the words rang in Andrew’s mind, You were amazing.