[Open] Call Me Little Sunshine

[notoftheblood]

Who: Jack & various
What: catch-all log
Where: The Free cities, other locations will be added to headers.
When: Late November and December
Warnings: n/a, will update as needed!

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[notoftheblood]

He really never did. Between the Winchester Stupid, and the devil's blood. He was doomed from the start. Kelly's DNA had its work cut out for it.

Jack made a noise of acknowledgement as he looked back to the passing plants and tried to enjoy the bumpy ride. This was important, and he needed to give Dean time to process, so just focusing on the world around him helped. "Mmm?" He looked back to Dean and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess? If you're from 2018. You are definitely older in my time. Not that it's a bad thing, mind you."

Jack can't help but smile, the way that lights up his face when Dean comes to that realization. "Of course, you are." Though, he did think of Cas' words of dying and coming back being a rite of passage. He's snapped from his thoughts as Dean rolls up his sleeve. He sees the mark and his smile fades, a look of confusion. "That looks really bad." He spoke, a touch of worry.

Lifting his hand to place an inch or two over it. Looking very focused like he was trying to do something. But his powers were cut off, and even if they weren't even at home, Jack couldn't have healed the Mark of Cain. "No." He finally said, dropping his hand. "I've never seen that before."

At least Dean got some good news.

[righteously]

Of course you are.

He exhales slowly. It isn't quite... relief that he feels, but it's something. It's space in his chest, where previously things had been tensed so tight he couldn't even breathe. It seems like these days, the best he can hope for is to just buy himself another temporary inch of breathing room until that gets strangled out all over again.

He'll take what he can get.

"Okay. It's alright, that's- fine. It doesn't matter." Not to this kid, and not right now. His eyes open again, new resolve steeling them, something decisive settling into his posture. "Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna get you back to the inn, we're gonna get you set up with the dungeons and dragons starter pack. Get you a room. Get me a drink. Then we'll sit down and go over the details. Sound good?"

[notoftheblood]

Rolling with the punches and taking the tiny victories, these were the ideologies he had been raised on. The little victories and the lives saved were worth everything, even when the world felt like it was crushing down on him.

Which, despite him trying to act fine, he certainly did feel like the world was crushing down on him.

He looks back to Dean once again when he speaks. Rapt attention on his every word. "The Dungeons and Dragons starter pack?" Had he ever had time to play? Probably not, but he'd learn it soon enough. "A drink sounds good, yes." He nodded after a second. "But we are heading the wrong way, aren't we?" He really had no idea where he was or where he was heading. He had caught the first wagon he saw going by just to explore.