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Thirty and flirty and thriving... Actually, not quite. I think I'm more 🪩 THIRTY AND NERDY AND STRIVING 🪩
I genuinely can't believe I'm saying that. My twenties have been like a freaking rollercoaster, with highs, lows, milestones, challenges, wins, losses and a whole lot of LOVE.
Some highlights include:
🎓 Gaining both a Bachelors AND a Masters degree from the University of Hull
🏳️🌈 I came out as bisexual when I was 25
👑 I discovered my inner drag queen, Nora Divergent, and got to spread love and light
♾️ I learnt how to advocate for myself as an autistic person, and I'm now more confident in speaking up when I need support
🎶 I played some fun characters onstage and in the recording booth - from Ace McShane to Bloody Mary, Princess Elizabeth to Denny Blood... Each role taught me something new about myself
🌌 I met FOUR of the surviving Classic Doctors, a number of companions, expressed my love for Doctor Who and blossomed as a cosplayer
😈 I fell in LOVE with Supernatural even MORE, applying SPN to uni drama assessments and finding community again
🧠 I battled mental health struggles, some still walk alongside me but they don't dominate me. But in the words of Jared Padalecki, I'll Always Keep Fighting 💜
👄 I met some incredible drag queens, even doing a duet with Tia Kofi at Scarborough Pride, getting a MASSIVE cuddle from Victoria and doing my first jump split in front of Lawrence Chaney... And discovering my birthday twinnie queen in the incredible @thedannybeard
🔒 I survived the COVID lockdowns and got opportunities for paid acting projects, doing virtual conventions and reuniting with friends over Zoom
🩰 Rediscovered a love for dancing
Thankful for my twenties. Here's to the next decade, and to the hope that my thirties are BRILLIANT 🎂
Summary: you're recovering from an ankle injury, and Dean has declared hunting off-limits for you. He and Sam go off on a hunt, but you're not alone. You've got Jack, the sweet-hearted Nephilim, to keep you company. When you find a recipe book on the shelves, you and Jack cook up a plan to make Sam and Dean smile when they come back... but something else is bubbling over between you and Jack...
Cast: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline
Genre: fluffy and fuzzy AF
Word count: 3000 (Yep, right on the nose! Pretty proud of that tbh :3)
notes / warnings: Jack being an utter CUTIE PIE, silly antics in the kitchen, it's a massive pile of FLUFF
(this is also my first time writing Jack, so it might not be perfect, but I LOVED writing him oh my god what a sweetie pie)
“You two are staying right here. You’re not to leave this bunker. Understand?”
That was Dean Winchester’s ultimatum for myself and Jack, the Nephilim who’d become family to the Winchesters. He was recovering from using his powers, needing to recharge.
Meanwhile, I’d been injured on a hunt, leaving me with a sprained ankle from escaping a vampire nest. I was better, but Sam and Dean didn’t want to take chances.
“I could still help,” Jack said, his doe-eyed stare twinkling under the lights.
Sam shook his head. “I’m sure you could, Jack, but you need to take care of yourself. And hey, at least you won’t be alone,” he added, turning to me and smiling.
Jack also turned to me, his eyes kind. “That’s true, Sam.”
“Alright, we’re heading out. We’ll be back,” Dean spoke like we were his kids. “No spell-casting, summoning or Ouija-board nonsense while we’re gone.”
“Okay, Dean,” I answered, sounding like a petulant child. “What should we do then?”
Sam slid a book across. “You could hit the books, watch some TV or something…”
I rested my arms across the book, bowing my head against it. “Fair enough.”
“Right, see you later, you two,” Dean said as he and Sam made their way to the door. “Remember – no spells and no summoning.”
After they left, I turned to Jack, who sighed. I wandered to the bookshelves, a slight limp affecting my ankle.
“You’re still hurt,” he observed.
“It’s not as bad as it was, Jack.”
As I scanned the book spines, Jack came and rested his fingertips on my forehead, his eyes lighting up gold.
“Jack, what’re you doing? You’re still recovering, you…”
Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my ankle, as though he was injecting magic into my veins. When he took his fingertips away, my ankle felt normal again. I picked up my foot and circled my ankle, my range of motion back to normal. I turned to Jack, who was smiling.
“Thanks, Jack. You didn’t have to do that, especially when you should be recovering…”
Jack shrugged. “I’m feeling better, I promise.”
I turned back to the books, trying to find something to pass the time while Sam and Dean were out.
“What’re you looking for?” Jack wondered.
“The will to live,” I joked.
Jack tilted his head, the same way Castiel did when human behaviour baffled him.
“I don’t think there’s a book about that on those shelves…”
“It’s a joke, Jack. I’m looking for something to do while Sam and Dean are out…”
“We’re not allowed to summon or cast spells, but that’s it.”
Then I came across a recipe book. I took it down, brought it to the table and flicked through the pages.
“What’ve you found?”
“A recipe book. Looks to be some good stuff in here…” A lightbulb switched on in my head as an idea came to me.
“I’ve got it – we could cook something up for the boys!”
Jack furrowed his brow. “But Dean said we weren’t allowed…” He was reading over my shoulder as I scanned a chocolate chip cookie recipe. The words ‘ingredients’ and ‘recipe’ were shouting out at him. “Isn’t this like spell-casting?”
I turned to Jack. “I mean, it is… but we’re not summoning entities or granting powers – we’re making food. Dean didn’t say anything about that.”
Jack pursed his lips as he thought about it. “You’ve got a point.”
After flicking through, I folded a few corners of recipes that looked appealing, and stood up.
“Come on, Jack, let’s get cooking!”
The pair of us left the library and made our way to the kitchen, ready to get our aprons on and make something delicious.
*~*~*
In the kitchen, Jack found a pair of aprons. One of them was Dean’s, a Christmas present from Sam, the words ‘meat man’ emblazoned on the front. The other was dark green with an anti-possession symbol embroidered on it - essentially a Starbucks barista’s apron with a demon-hunting twist. I took the apron from him and put it on, letting off a snicker of laughter at Jack wearing Dean’s apron.
“Suits you,” I smiled as I set the recipe book down. After flicking through, a recipe caught Jack’s eye.
“What about that one?” It was for cherry pie. Of course, we know the love affair between Dean and pie was a more profound bond than the one between him and Castiel.
“That’s a great idea!” I enthused.
Jack went to the pantry and found some cherries, taking one and popping it into his mouth. At first, he seemed to enjoy it, but his face contorted in confusion as he spat out the stone… maybe I should‘ve warned him about that.
After leafing through the recipe book, we narrowed our options down. Along with cherry pie, we picked out a tasty-looking creamy chicken pasta dish (with some bacon for Dean; Sam didn’t eat red meat), and then Jack had another idea.
“What about those cookies? They look nice,” he asked.
“Sounds great to me!”
The first thing to tackle was the pie. I got to work at the stove with the cherry mixture, while Jack wanted to try making pastry.
“It says to sift the dry ingredients…”
I went into a cupboard and pulled out a sieve. “Here, place this over the bowl, put the flour into it and gently tap the side.”
Jack followed my instructions, his eyes lighting up as he sifted the flour. It created little dust clouds that rose up, danced through the air… and up Jack’s nose. Out of the blue, it began to twitch, his breathing got a bit harder and… he sneezed. Violently.
As he sneezed, Jack dropped the sieve and a massive plume of flour flew up and hit him in the face, white dust sticking to his skin. I couldn’t help but laugh, and as Jack lightly coughed against the clouds, he laughed, too.
“Gesundheit!” I laughed.
He turned to me with furrowed brow.
“Oh, it’s what you say when someone sneezes,” I clarified. “Like saying ‘bless you’.”
“Sneezing warrants a blessing… got it,” he smiled.
As he dusted flour from off the apron, the clouds picked me as their target. I felt an all-too-familiar sensation… and started sneezing. Now it was Jack’s turn to laugh.
“Bless you,” he chuckled, placing a hand on my forehead like a priest.
I felt my skin flushing. “Thank you, Jack.”
We returned to cooking, and after constructing the pie with a cute lattice-top, our attention turned to the other elements. I started to cut up some shallots, garlic and bell peppers for the pasta while Jack tried his hand at prepping the chicken, coating it in a marinade, paying close attention to the recipe.
“(Y/N)? Can you help me with something?”
I turned to look… and my face collided with his hand. While I thought he’d been prepping the chicken, he’d snuck a fluffy pile of flour into his palm and caught me with it. He let off a childish giggle as I gasped in mock-horror.
“You tricked me!”
“Well, Uncle Gabriel was The Trickster… guess I learnt from him…”
“Two can play that game, Jack.”
I picked up a handful of flour, made to blow him a kiss, but blew the flour into his face. It left more white marks on his skin… and made him sneeze again. The pair of us laughed ourselves silly at our childish pranks, but then Jack remembered something.
“Hey, you forgot to say ‘bless you’,” he pouted.
I walked over to him, taking his hand and pressing a light kiss against his cheek.
“Consider that your blessing.”
Jack’s eyes sparkling with certain fervour. He picked up a little flour and blew it in my face… yep, I sneezed again.
But then Jack surprised me.
He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine. We broke away and I felt the heat rising in my face. Jack had a bright smile on his face.
“Bless you,” he whispered.
I smiled, the pair of us locked into each other’s gaze… until we were disturbed by a loud beeping.
“THE PIE!” Jack called.
He raced to the oven and pulled it out. It was golden brown, with hints of red shining through the lattice. The scent of baked cherries was swirling around the kitchen, making my mouth water.
“It’s perfect,” Jack smiled.
“Now we gotta let it cool so we don’t burn our tastebuds,” I told him, pulling out a wire rack and placing it on the counter. Jack rested the pie on the rack and turned back to me.
“What should we do now?”
“Well, we could either make the cookie dough, or start putting the pasta sauce together.”
“Hmm… I vote the cookies first; the pasta and its sauce will probably taste better when it’s cooked fresh.”
“You got a good point, Jack.”
After putting our prepared sauce ingredients aside and covering them, we prepared the cookie dough. Jack and I had so much fun, measuring ingredients, mixing them together and creating foodie magic.
Jack sprinkled the chocolate chips in and I caught him sneaking one or two into his mouth. He looked at me with wide eyes.
“Don’t tell Sam.”
I smiled, holding out my hand. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
With a cheeky grin, he sprinkled a few chocolate chips into my own hand and I dropped them into my mouth, melting on my tongue effortlessly.
“When d’you reckon Sam and Dean are coming back?” I asked.
Jack shrugged. “I’ll give them a call, it’s been a while.”
As he left to contact the boys, I formed the dough into balls with an ice-cream scoop, placed them on a baking tray and got them into the oven before starting to warm up the sauce ingredients in a pan, slowly stirring them over a low heat, adding a few herbs and allowing them to infuse the kitchen with a mouth-watering scent.
Jack raced back, breathing heavily as he caught up to me.
“Sam said they’re fifteen minutes away...” He noticed I’d started to cook up the sauce. “That’s a good idea, do you need any help?”
“I’d love that.”
The pair of us busied ourselves around the kitchen, Jack watching a pot of salted water boil for the pasta, and me finishing off the sauce.
Just as we’d got the cookies out of the oven and left the pasta and sauce to warm, there was a clanging sound. It was Sam and Dean, returned from their escapade. Jack and I ripped off our aprons, dropped them on the floor and hurried out when we heard them. Then came the call.
“Guys? Where are you?” Sam asked.
“If you’re casting spells or summoning ghosts, you’re gonna be in big—“
“Hello,” Jack greeted, waving his hand in that super-cute way.
They spotted us lurking in the doorway. Clearly, their hunt had been tiring; both had dried blood on their faces and remnants of whatever creature they’d hunted on their clothes.
“Hey, you two… you okay?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” I replied casually. “How was it?”
“Tough, but successful.”
Dean sniffed the air, the scents of pasta, cherry pie and chocolate chip cookies mixing into a delightful concoction. He looked at us with raised eyebrows.
“Jack? (Y/N)? What’ve you been up to? What’s that smell?”
Jack and I looked at each other and smiled before looking back at the boys.
“We wanted to surprise you,” Jack explained. “We figured you’d be tired from hunting… we wanted to do something to make you smile.” He looked at me with glowing eyes. “Actually, it was (Y/N)'s idea… but I helped.”
Dean’s gaze softened and a warm smile appeared on Sam’s face.
“Hope you’re hungry,” I quipped.
“Lead the way,” Dean grinned.
Jack took my hand and the pair of us led Sam and Dean into the kitchen. The pots of pasta and sauce were keeping warm on the stove, the cherry pie cooling nicely on the side, the cookies resting on a cooling rack.
As Sam and Dean saw this array in front of them, their eyes lit up.
“Oh, wow!” Sam enthused. “You’ve been busy!”
Dean’s eyes immediately went to the pie. “Oh, hello, beautiful,” he grinned. As he got closer, inhaling the scent, it looked as though he was going to rip his clothes off and make sweet love to it.
“You want some alone time with that?” Sam questioned, raising his brow.
“Why don’t you go and sit down, we’ll plate up,” Jack suggested.
“Sure thing, we could probably freshen up…” Sam grabbed hold of Dean by his arm and slowly dragged him away, “Come on, Dean, you can have your fun with that later… when you don’t have remains of vampire on you…”
Jack and I plated up the pasta, ladling on the creamy sauce and adding the bacon onto Dean’s plate. I added a little bacon to mine, too, as well as a sprinkle of cheese and a garnish of parsley. As we finished plating up, Jack turned to me, his eyes glimmering.
“This has been so much fun,” Jack smiled. “Even more so because I got to spend time with you.” A slight pink blush was rising in his cheeks. He took my hand into his and gently squeezed it. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
I smiled, gently wrapping my arms around Jack’s waist. He responded by hugging me, holding me close against his chest. As we broke away, he pressed a tender kiss to my lips. I looked up at him and responded with a second kiss, his lips tender and sweet against mine. He cradled my face in his hands, thumbs gently caressing my cheeks.
“Has anyone ever told you how wonderful you are?” Jack asked with a grin. “Because you’re amazing, (Y/N).”
Jack’s expression of love was pure, innocent, beautiful… just like him. My blush burned brighter as Jack took my hand and squeezed it tenderly.
“Should we taste-test this before we take it out?”
Jack smiled at my idea. He went over to my plate, twirled some pasta on the fork and held it up to me. I mimicked him with his plate, holding another fork up to his lips.
We giggled as we fed each other the pasta… and oh, it was heavenly. It was creamy, bursting with flavour, a treat for the tastebuds. I sighed in delight, with Jack doing the same.
“That’s delicious,” I grinned.
“Compliments to the chef,” he smiled.
“And to her assistant chef, too…”
The pair of us smiled, which turned into a chuckle. We took the plates through to the Winchesters, placing them down just as they appeared at the library door, looking squeaky-clean in cosier clothes, all remnants of vampire vanished.
Sam looked at his plate with wide eyes, and Dean was clearly eyeing up the bacon added to his dish.
“This looks so good,” Dean grinned, close to salivating.
“I agree,” Sam added.
We all sat down and got our forks at the ready.
“Dig in, you guys!” I smiled.
Sam and Dean didn’t need telling twice. As soon as Dean put the first forkful into his mouth, he moaned in utter ecstasy.
“Oh, my God, that’s awesome…”
“You gonna cheat on the pie with that?” I laughed.
“Who says I can’t have a bit of savoury with a bit of sweet?” Dean chuckled. “But honestly, this is incredible, you’re a really good cook.”
I turned to Jack. “I had plenty of help,” I smiled.
Sam took his first bite and his eyes widened as the flavours danced around his mouth. He sighed in delight.
“That’s delicious,” he approved of the dish. He turned to me. “How d’you do this?”
“Jack and I were looking through the bookshelves and came across a recipe book. We figured it’d pass the time and we could also do something nice for you two.”
“I know you said not to do any spells, Dean,” Jack said, “But (Y/N) said this was okay because we weren’t messing with magic.”
Dean was thoroughly enjoying his pasta, sauce around his mouth. He licked it up, his tongue refusing to let any of that tasty dish be wasted.
“Well I don’t know how you two did it, but this is magical…”
I blushed. “It’s just a simple pasta dish,” I said coyly.
“After a lifetime of gas-station food, this is a delicacy,” Sam admitted.
“Maybe I should twist my ankle on hunts more often so I have an excuse to cook more,” I laughed.
The four of us chatted and shared in laughter over the meal, telling each other silly stories… but with Jack and I keeping our lips sealed about kissing in the kitchen. After we finished eating, I could tell Dean was getting rather excited about the pie.
“Alright, Dean, I know you’re excited… it’s time for dessert.”
Dean leapt to his feet. “I’m coming for you, baby!”
He fully raced to the kitchen, taking his plate with him, ready to cut a slice and satisfy his pie-hole... and his heart.
“We also made chocolate chip cookies,” Jack told Sam, who was laughing at Dean’s pie excitement.
Sam smiled. “Sounds great,” he acknowledged. “I’ll go make sure Dean hasn’t tripped over his feet to get to the pie…”
He headed to the door, taking his plate with him and smiling. “Thank you for this, you two, it’s exactly what we needed.” And with that, he made his way to the kitchen.
Jack and I turned to each other and grinned. That bright spark was lighting Jack’s irises again. He pressed a tender kiss against my lips, cradling my face in his hands, gently breaking away and letting a warm glow light him up.
“I think I love you, (Y/N).”
Those words were even sweeter than the cherry pie Dean was craving. Who knew all it takes is a little sugar, butter and flour to make something as beautiful as this.
