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🎶: 'In The Name Of Love' by Martin Garrix & Bebe Rexha

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"We have to do something Dean, he's... look at him," Sam and his brother glanced at the young guy in the room, sitting at the foot of the stairs in the corner of the centre room in the Bunker.

"But what do we do? I mean, we've tried talking to him but he doesn't seem to want to talk back," Dean whispers, taking a sip from his beer, "He just seems to be... detached and lonely even though-"

"I can hear you both, you're right across the room and your whispering skills are not that good," Jack pointed out flatly, bringing his knees closer to his chest.

Sam and Dean sighed simultaneously then walked over to the young Jack. "Look Jack, we want to help you. Staying in this... emotional shell isn't good for you," Sam expressed with sincere concern.

"Please guys just..." Jack got up and frowned, "Leave me alone." He walked off, down the hallway and to his bedroom. He slammed the door shut, the thunderous sound echoeing through out the Bunker.

He collapsed into the bed, curling into a ball and sulking. He coudln't think straight, all thoughts pointed towards ending his life. He didn't have any hope...

Jack was all alone now, and nothing could replace the existence of his best friend.

Elizabeth.

You were more than just a sidekick in crime-fighting for the Winchesters. You were family, you were always there for them and they were always there for you.

But Jack... He was special.

Jack, the initial bringer-of-destruction, was more than just someone you could count on. He was your go-to guy when you wanted to talk to someone about something happy or sad. Even though he wasn't entirely experienced or human, He understood you. You both oddly enough shared the same understanding of life.

And you loved that... And he loved that too.

You were killed by Michael, the archangel, when Team Free Will 2.0 were out battling. Jack was informed later on, the guys know how much he likes your company and how close he is to you that they wanted to delay the news for as long as possible but in the end... they had to tell him.

The Nephilim went into a void of sadness and sorrow, unable to do anything really. He didn't have a will anymore nor the dedication to help people of and save lives.

All Jack wanted to do was stay inside, thinking about how his life was worth it before you slipped away.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Dean got up from his seat at the table and walked over to the Bunker's door, opening it up slowly.

He widened his eyes when he saw who was at the door. "HOLY-"

He took out his knife and stuck it out to your throat, glaring at you with worry and dread.

"Who the hell are you? SHIFTER, DEMON, GHOST?!" He questioned with rage and you swallowed hard.

"D-Dean no wait, it's really me okay?! I wasn't killed, I'm not dead!" You yelled at him with fear, "Please Dean, it's me!"

He had doubts, He wasn't ready to believe you. You rolled your eyes and took a breath, "Look I know you like wearing booty shorts cause it makes your ass-"

"OKAY! You can... stop," Dean bit his lip then shook his head, "Is it... is it really you? I mean... h-how and-but you were-"

"Can I come in?" You requested, "It's kind of chilly out here."

*****

You told them everything, how you survived and about how you escaped from Michael's clutches. You lived underground and quiet, not using credit cards, carving and painting sigils everywhere you went so that you wouldn't be found.

Eventually, once you felt confident that the everything was clear you came out into the world and survived for a while till you approached the Winchesters at the Bunker once again.

You looked around the library and outside.

"It feels like we're forgetting something-"

"Where's Jack?" You asked and Dean snapped his fingers. "That's what we forgot, that old sulk-soul," Dean smirked and you rolled your eyes.

You walked down the hallway you knew so well before, reaching your bedroom then Jack's right next to it.

The door was shut. Locked.

You took a deep breath then knocked on the door.

What if he doesn't care about me anymore? Maybe he's become closer to the Winchesters... not that it's a bad thing but, You thought, Maybe he forgot about-

"Dean I don't want your pie any-"

He froze when he looked out of the room after opening the door. "No... You-"

Jack slammed the door shut and you jumped a bit at the sudden noise. You started banging on the door, shouting his name.

You juggled the knob, turning it a certain way after pushing it a certain point. His bedroom door, no one knows but it has a faulty lock.

The door swung open and you searched inside, eyes darting around for Jack. You saw him standing at the opposite wall, eyes glowing and an arm stretched out.

"DON'T come any closer," He warned sternly and you swallowed hard. You stuck your hands out, in indication to mean no harm, and stepped forward.

"Jack... It's me okay? It's your friend Elizabeth, don't you remember me?" You said and he squinted. "I know who you are! But you died, you can't be here right now!" He yelled, his voice starting to crack.

"Jack I didn't die. Michael spared me, Sam and Dean thought I died but I didn't," You explained, moving closer to him.

"NO! For months I prayed that you'd come back, they swore that you died!" Jack exclaimed, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I missed you so much, you can't... This is... I-I."

"Jack, please it's really me!" You said and walked over to him after his eyes stopped glowing. He turned away, crying and burying his face in his hands.

"Jackie... come on, I'm back and this is how you greet me?" You held his arm, rubbing it softly then turning him around.

"You died, y-you were out of my l-life," He sobbed, "How am I s-supposed to accept that you're... back?!"

You held his face with your hands and looked him straight in the eye, "Hey come on, at least hear what I have to say then you can beat me up and scold me for making you feel so much sadness. I'm back and I can spend all my time with you now."

He sniffed and you wiped his tears with your thumb. " But I loved you and... it broke my heart when I thought you died-"

"Wait what?"

Jack clenched his jaw, "I-I love you E-Elizabeth, like not a friendly admiration but more of a hugging and kissing-"

"I know what 'I love you' means dumbass," You smiled slightly then held his hands, "You really... love me?"

He nodded slowly and you glanced at his lips before planting yours on his. You expected him to just stand there completely unable to react but he surprisingly kissed you back.

You pulled away when you both needed a breath, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

He smiled slightly then hugged you tight, "I never realised it till you left me Elizabeth, and I don't ever want it to happen again."