[lasthymn]

>>above the planet on a wing and a prayer, my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.<< wake up, wake up! you're running out of time and your clock's barely started! the fight's waiting for you! dive in. head first. wings last! you're gonna fall, fall, fall before you learn to fly. >>across the clouds I see my shadow fly. out of the corner of my watering eye.<< you're here to prove that your birthright isn't your destiny. not your blood. not your faith. you. you. you are. family's all that matters. in the end. you'll give it all for them. but that's okay. heaven's gonna rejoice and the last hymn will be sung in your name. JACK KLINE! from supernatural. horror inspired. private & FRIENDS ONLY. TRIGGERING THEMES! 21+ ONLY. >>can't keep my mind from the circling skies. tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i.<<

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[14x06]

spn parallels -> jack mirroring cas in 15x15

15x15 + 5x03 | 4x01 | 14x08

[lasthymn]

@qapsiel -- father and son.

[salamanderiel]

obviously you don’t get autism because your mom took tylenol while she was pregnant with you. you get autism because your mom had sex with the president but the president was being possessed by lucifer by so oops! satan baby. then your mom befriends an angel and they go on the run together and she decides he’s going to be your father and that guy happens to have autism so you sort of absorb it through osmosis.

[qapsiel]

                         A TEAR THREATENS TO FALL. Castiel wipes it away quickly and then directs his watery smile to his lap. It squeezes his heart in the best of ways to hear Jack's words, to know that he still considers Castiel his father even though he's God now, and needs neither protection nor guidance anymore. Dean told him what happened after Castiel was taken by the Empty, and he'd thought he'd never see Jack again — or maybe once he was dead and (hopefully) in Heaven. His desperate prayer had been a Hail Mary; begging an absent God to help hadn't worked when the apocalypse had threatened to wipe out half the planet, so Castiel hadn't thought something as personal as a single human life would make a difference, especially after Jack's promise to not interfere. So whatever Jack says: Castiel does owe him.

                                You said you didn't want to interfere, not like Chuck. You wanted to keep your distance. It might not have been fair, but we decided to work this case, Castiel points out. Nobody forced us. We got the chance to live a normal life, but we didn't take it. It wouldn't have been on you, Jack, and I'd have never blamed you for sticking to your decision. But I'm grateful that you didn't. That he's still here. With me.

His gaze drops to the warm golden shine that wraps itself around Dean like a second skin. His cheeks become rosy. His body temperature rises a little. What he bled on the dirty barn floor is now replaced again. Castiel will make sure Dean sends a prayer of gratitude Jack's way when he wakes up. 

                                I will keep them safe. I promise. I'll use this grace for the better of humanity, not for observing them like boring bugs from a distance. And if I may — if you want me to… I'll visit you. In Heaven.

[lasthymn]

taking a spot upon the floor at castiel's feet, jack sits cross-cross applesauce and holds onto each ankle by wrapping long fingers around them. the side of his head rests upon the outside of the angel's knee and he squints into the nothingness of the room around them. thoughtful. questioning. heavy heart aches in his chest when he listens to castiel reasoning why he would've forgiven him had he not shown up and welcomed dean into his arms in heaven instead.

would it have been so bad? to retrieve his father and wait for the next to join them? no. though he would suspect it would hurt dean very deeply to have to wait for all those he loves and he might become very unbearable to deal with on his own. the idea makes him smile. and the pain in his chest lifts. offer made? the young god nods causing the fabric of castiel's pants to bunch up a little under his skin then smooth out.

i would like you to visit me. you are always welcome where i am, castiel. you always will be. 

seriousness overtakes his features as he rests his head back against the side of the mattress and turns his attention fully upon castiel's once he catches them.

my rule of hands off could never apply to you when you are so desperate and broken. if i had turned my back upon my family in their greatest moment of need? i would have been no better than chuck and the god that betrayed you all. what chuck did to you? to others? to them? hand lifts and gestures over his shoulder indicating dean, sam and all the others that circle around their little formation of souls that burn brighter than any constellation in the sky.

i would never. but helping you? there is no rule i would make to prevent that. because i love you very much. his arm snakes around castiel's calf and he hugs it gently.

do you need rest? or would you like to talk more? there is so much i want to know about you. what's happened to us both. rest is important, though. you taught me that. should you need it? i understand.

[pbeeanjay]

real and true fact is that angels hug with their wings

[qapsiel]

@lasthymn 🫂

[lasthymn]

@qapsiel -- excuse me. brb. i'm gonna get emotional.

[becauseofthebowties]

I’m dedicating every day to you Domestic life was never quite my style When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart And I thought I was so smart

— Dear Theodosia (Hamilton)

• broadwaynatural 7/? •

- for DADSTIELWEEK - Day 4: words

[lasthymn]

@qapsiel -- oh my god. look!

[lasthymn]

“you had a sensitive nervous system. you had an enhanced reaction to reality. you were very affectionate. you appreciated things. you appreciated them more than other people. you practically went into trances of rapture. you wanted the world to be better than it was.” -- margaret atwood

[lasthymn]

ima ask here, too lmaol. what's Jack love language? is a little mix of everything or simply just one? //

@malumxsubest || inbox headcanon question! || always accepting!

// does taking your angel-turned-human-dad and turning him into first-and-only-angel-made-by-you in order to save other dad who got himself impaled on a rusty ass rebar count as a love language? cause it SHOULD!

honestly though? i think jack and the being that he is and becomes would be able to sense and know what the person who he is giving those signs of affections needs most and would tailor his approach and what he gives to them for their needs. he is extremely empathic and insightful and strives to his core to make those he loves happy and content with him. he panics if he feels like he is fails or is in danger of failing.

his favorite to receive would be touch and quality time. he doesn't need people to do things for him. even if they scramble to do so. what he craves most is the physical signs of affection. touch starved? oh man. you bet he is. cupping his face? stroking his hair? giving his shoulders a squeeze? he craves that to his bones. and with the chaotic lives that surround him and those he loves.. when they get the chance to spend time together? precious doesn't touch what that is to him. give him time with you if he loves you. that's all he asks for.

[cainevesson]

"hello, cain. do you have time for a visit? it's a morning for it. don't you think?" behind the door where he stands is an endless pasture full of a morning fog that makes the thick sweater hanging upon jack's frame feel perfectly warm and comfortable. safe. as the scent radiating off it resembles that of an angel very familiar to the former knight of hell.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts around the demon who opens the door to his humble sanctuary. Damp coolness swallows the air of coziness by that same threshold his unannounced guest stands at. Giving his signature greeting, which some would say looks staged. " Hello, Jack ", Cain greets the boy still with his coffee mug in one hand. Somewhat tousled hair indicates that he slept last night. It's nothing he gets to do regularly, with one foot ever in Hell and duty calling in ignorance toward man-made time constructs.

" You're lucky you are pleasant company to be had. " A dry quip delivered in combination with a barely-there wink still holds truth. Mornings leave no room for nerve challenging visitors. Cain sidesteps to let Jack move inside, assuming he chooses to walk instead of using angelic maneuvers. And shuts the door. Then seamlessly proceeds to amble back into the kitchen, put his cup down and fix a glass of milk for Jack. " What brings you to me at this hour? "

RANDOM IC // @lasthymn

[lasthymn]

hands clasp behind his back once his obligatory wave of greeting's been complete. golden eyes rest upon cain with the mirth that he greeted him slowly bleeding out as he takes the invitation and enters. by the time he reaches the table, taking note of cain's mussed up hair along the way and deciding that he likes this--it's bed head. that's the word for it and it suits cain because that means he's rested. he will need it for the news that he's come here to deliver. why? heart heavy with concerns and worries that he can't express to his family. because they have to deal with them.

"before i tell you what happened..," often so jovial and, in the same hand, innocent features no longer exist. there's the weight of eons witnessed in real time through the eyes of heaven and hell and a being once known as god now dead and gone. part of him. nothing more than an afterthought trailing stardust that settled inside of jack's soul. ages of maturity betray his youthful appearance now gazing up at the former knight of hell as he takes his seat. "i need you to know that they are fine. alive and safe. or i wouldn't have left them. all of them. dean. sam. castiel."

that said and a poignant pause to gauge cain grasping that simple statement because there's nothing simple about the implications of what he is about to say. "dean.. died last night. a hunt. something he thought was small. a," he searches for the words, "vampire nest! that's what they call it. dean figured they would handle it. the fight was practically over when.. it happened. impaled. he was impaled. castiel and sam saw it. castiel begged for help.. i heard him, cain. turning my back on my father? never. my promise to stay away? the agony in his voice. knowing what was lost. when it only just began? shattered my vow in an instant." he hesitates.. draws in a breath. "there is more but let's pause...are you alright? do you have questions? as i said. everyone is alive and i need you to understand that before we continue."

[qapsiel]

                               THE TERRIFYING HOURS HAVE FINALLY TAKEN THEIR TOLL: The moment Dean's head hits the pillow, arm tightly wrapped around Castiel's hip, he drifts off into a dreamless sleep. It will remain so. Now that he's an angel again, Castiel takes advantage of more than healing Dean's ailments and injuries; he will shelter his sleep from nightmares as well. The lamps in the bedroom are turned off, but the door is ajar, and light from the hallway and kitchen spills into the room, illuminating Dean's soft face. He's still very pale; Castiel didn't go to find some blood for him yet because neither of them wanted to leave the other alone, even after Jack brought Sam over so he could see with his own eyes that his big brother was alive and breathing. Maybe Castiel will find a blood donation center tomorrow, or maybe Dean will have to deal with the dizziness and exhaustion until his body has created enough new blood cells. It could be a little reminder that dying is easy. That he should be more careful and not treat his life like he'll always get a second, a third, a twentieth chance at living it.

                                A shadow falls across the light rectangle on the floor; Castiel looks up to see Jack carefully entering the bedroom to stand next to the bed. His hand is warm on Castiel's shoulder. He looks up at him, a watery smile on his face as he covers Jack's hand with his own, unspoken gratitude radiating off him. It's only because of Jack that he can sit here, back pressed to the wall, with one hand in Dean's hair and Dean's arm slung across his lap. If Jack hadn't decided to intervene… Castiel would be alone now.

                                       Dean is fine, he says, exhausted and mentally still reeling, but it will be alright. It has to be. They still have to have The Talk, but… Castiel is optimistic. Thank you, Jack. I owe you everything. His hand squeezes Jack's briefly. This… grace. It feels different than the one I had before.

[lasthymn]

his father is still so full of worry for dean as he sleeps in a deep, restful slumber. in this room? he is the safest person in the entire world. no harm could come within a ten mile radius of dean winchester while in the care of two beings so innately powerful that they could raze worlds and rebuild them together with barely a thought. yes, dean can sleep until his body no longer needs it. no nightmares to touch his mind. no threats. no ghosts to rattle chains with each link formed by every horrible thing that's ever happened to him in the hallways of his soul. down the hall? his brother sleeps that same slumber. protected and warm and calm knowing that dean will be taken care of without question.

castiel doesn't allow the same reprieve from the night's events for himself. not that sleep is required but it is nice. though letting the mind and soul find calm would be the sole purpose of that. dean's color, his clinging to cas even in sleep? those would keep the angel up for hours alone. jack understands the heaviness in castiel's soul. there's far more to it than that. he knows. without a word, jack takes it upon himself to ease at least one of those worries. fingers trail over castiel's shoulders that have held so much weight without question for years upon years. long before world where the winchesters even existed.

they return the squeeze then drop to his hip as rounds to dean's side of the bed. then reach for the hunter's brow and smooth a delicate touch that only earns the slightest flinch before a quiet hum relaxes dean's face. you owe me nothing, castiel. you are my family. what happened tonight was no fair. not when you've only just begun your life. what son would i be if i denied you the single thing you've fought millennia to have? if i turned my back on my father? my family? on your prayer. i love you too much. i'll always love you. and him. gold warmth radiates from downcast eyes illuminating his gaze as he smiles. dean's skin grows warm. vibrant. the hue of a man renewed and full rather than drifting along half-empty. that glowing hue fades when he meets castiel's once more. it is different. it's mine. chuck? he is only a part of what i became. dean and sam could tell you more. but i changed it even after them. love, i think. it's love. for every soul i've met. how it should be. you taught me that. and now it's yours. i will never ask you to be what you once were to him. only that you are happy. and, please, keep YOU and our family safe.

[captainchilly]

"Where is he?" ↳ 13.01 - LOST AND FOUND

[lasthymn]

@qapsiel -- my father is castiel. (brb while i melt and scream) (scrmelt)

[alivedean]

spn crack → 3/?

[lasthymn]

@qapsiel -- this is how it would happen. fight club narrator voice, i'm jack's final straw.

[cainevesson]

Cain has 4 horses. He never gave them any names, neither his goats, sheep, chickens or bees. Only the white steed received a name from Jack [ @lasthymn ], which is Daisy.

[griefacquainted-deactivated2025]

YOU ARE THE SALT OF THE EARTH.

@mosttrusted / @cainevesson / @bulletsnblood / @therebetterbepie / @safetypinned / @qapsiel / @lasthymn / @trickheaven / @holyhitter / @hartlines

[lasthymn]

@qapsiel || you have no idea what i'm about to do to you. || :D

jack spends time with sam first. assuring the younger winchester that his brother is safe and protected by the very angel that they've loved and trusted all of jack's life and years beyond. they hug and hold one another. walk and take warmth and comfort in the roadhouse that is nowhere near done. just like dean winchester's life. only just finding its new beginning. sam was, rightfully, terrified of losing his brother. the person he loves with a love so deep they would bring worlds crashing down to keep one another safe was nearly ripped from him. again. permanently. and that same love, amplified by the love that bottomless love that castiel has for the hunter and the devotion that jack has for them all, is what brought him to shatter his own sacred rule.

only after sam, who would only rest once eileen understood what was happening and that he wanted to spend the night there and would be home in the morning, drifted off in the guest room closest to the hall where dean and castiel were did jack venture out in search of his father. who he finds with dean. together. dean is sleeping and doesn't budge when jack quietly enters their bedroom. speaks volumes for how safe he feels. all things considered. exhaustion surely won that battle. they can heal the physical but the mind? that can do so many things to the body.

jack doesn't hesitate at the door like they might've expected him to. instead, he approaches castiel and comes to a stop beside him. a hand rests upon his father's shoulder and not wanting to wake dean--he speaks to the part of castiel that can hear him without voice. no sound needed in their exchange. he won't ask him to leave the hunter's side. i think there's a lot for us to talk about. not all of it tonight, of course. you've been through enough. but.. first? are you okay? is dean?

[shanehollanderjpg]

JACK KLINE | 13×14 Good Intentions

– happy birthday, jack! ✧˚•₊*

[lasthymn]

// happy birthday to this lovely bean! i freaking adore you. and i'll be back to catch you up a lil bit. promise.