CHAPTER One- Saving Dean
Jack was only trying to help… he wanted to help save Dean. And he was searching as hard as he could. Castiel and Sam were jumping from the Laptop, to the books and back again. Over and over they went. The Witch Rowena, and Charlie stopped by every so often to check in on them. Much to their dismay, Rowena didn’t know a powerful enough tracking spell to reach the archangel, even with the gleaming bronze tribal necklace Sam had clutched to his chest. After that discovery, Sam let out an angry noise and threw the amulet onto the first table.
Mary and Bobby were making all the supply runs and stocking up on coffee for the boys (Sam mostly) until finally they forced the frantic Sam and Castiel out to nap. Even as Castiel loudly reminded them he did not sleep, the humans forced the emotionally drained angel out of the library, “to go fly around in circles”. Jack felt his heart warm as the group passed him. (He was standing at the door to the hall, munching on a peanut butter jelly sandwich Bobby had brought him) Castiel gave him a subdued nod, and Sam gave him a pained smile, squeezing his hand as Sam sluggishly passed. Bobby patted his shoulder rather hard then Mary smiled at him. Heavy bags hung under her eyes and her face was pale due to sleepless nights.
“Finish your sandwich then off to bed with you.” Mary whispered in his ear as she pulled him into a quick hug. He gave her a small smile his peanut butter and jelly stained lips stretching.
“Yes, Mary.” He said around a mouth full of sticky peanut butter.
“And don’t talk with your mouth full. Just nod.” Mary shook her head in amusement. Jack nodded more eagerly than what was necessary. With soft laughter, she exited the room, following her family.
Jack went to the table, chewing up his sandwich, a dollop of purple grape jelly landing on his Star Wars pajamas. He wiped it off with a finger and licked his hand clean of the jelly, though parts of his hands were still stained purple. He looked around, and his eyes landed on the bronze Amulet. He tilted his head curiously and reached a purple spotted hand out to poke the small piece of jewelry that Sam said belonged to Dean. It’s cord had somehow, ended up encircling Sam and Dean’s initials carved into the table. He pulled back when the Amulet began to emit a soft glow. Jack hesitantly reached out to grab the Amulet. The glowing intensified, the bronze growing hot in his palm before it became blinding. He threw out his wings as he felt a tug. Then it died down to nothing. But Jack wasn’t in the Bunker anymore. He was facing a door, an iron chain and a great deal of scattered salt covered the floor. The semi-bright light emitting from the Amulet created a shadow that stretched menacingly along the floor behind him. As he turned he heard a sharp intake of breath as his tucked wings’ shadow was cast along the walls.
“Who the hell are you?” a voice like smoke asked.