Requested by Romeo_is_Dead

Imagine comforting Jack after Dean is mean to him.

Word Count: 442

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"Face it, you're barely fifty pounds soaking wet. You'd be a liability, Jack," Dean says realistically, looking at the powerless Nephilim as he packs his bag.

Teeth clenched, you glare at Dean, your gaze ablaze with icy fire. He doesn't realize how sensitive Jack is at the moment, or maybe he doesn't care. He never liked the half-angel boy in the first place.

Jack doesn't respond, he simply turns around and walk away.

As soon as he disappears around the corner, you round on Dean, fuming with rage.

"Dean, you're a real jerk," you simply tell him before going to follow Jack.

You faintly hear him say, "What? I'm right and you know it."

"Dean, you could've been nicer about it. He's in a rough place right now," Sam chastises.

You can't hear the rest of the discussion because you're too far away. Slinking around the corner, you find Jack in his room.

Knocking once, you ask, "May I come in?"

He doesn't answer, but he does incline his head. Tentatively, you sit next to him on the bed and rest your hand on his leg.

"Dean doesn't know what he's talking about. You're not a liability, Jack. We're so lucky to have you."

"No, he's right. I can't do anything helpful without my powers. I'm useless." He sighs in defeat.

You shake your head, "No, Jack. We all have moments of weakness, and in those moments we need something more than supernatural powers. We need our family, Jack, and you're our family no matter what happens. Up or down, high or low: we'll always have each other. And that's what matters."

During your little speech, he raised his head and smiled slightly. "Thank you, Y/n. I needed that."

"I know you did. I needed it too."

He wraps an arm around you and draws you close to him. You snuggle closer to him, on instinct, inhaling his welcoming scent of chocolate and clean clothes.

Your arms make their way to comfortably embrace him.

"I love you, powers or no," you tell him pressing your head into his chest.

He smiles against your hair, "I love you too."

~

Sam walks through the bunker's hall, looking for Jack. He wants to comfort him before he leaves on the hunt with Dean.

As he comes to a stop in front of Jack's room, he smirks. It appears that someone has beaten him to it.

He observes you and Jack cuddling on his bed, Jack running his hand over your shoulder in loving circles. Your thumb methodically rubs his chest, a smile on your lips.

Sam grins to himself before walking away quietly.