Inktober Day 11

Inktober Day 11

Chloe Price has such a hardcore reputation for such a dork and I love her so much for it T^T

Status: Crying over The Amazing Digital Circus episode

Inktober Day 10

Fictober Day 10

prompt: "Is this normal?"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Rating: General

Summary:

Jack’s POV: Jack is experiencing weird human things (a common cold) for the first time and he goes to Sam for help

Sam was sitting in the library reading a large ancient book on demons. Jack nervously walked into the room to talk to him but changed his mind and walked back to his room.

A few minutes later he returned to the library before chickening out again and retreating to his room.

The third time he walked into the library Sam finally said something before he could walk away. “Do you need something, kid?” he asks.

Jack hesitated. “I think I'm having a problem…” he said cryptically.

“What kind of problem?”

“A human one… I think.”

“Come sit,” Sam instructed. “What's going on?” 

“I’m experiencing… pain,” he said as if it were a question and not a statement. “In my head… and all over– but mostly in my head. And it's not my thoughts its like my brain itself is hurting.”

“Huh,” Sam said as he put the pieces together that Jack was probably just experiencing his first headache. 

“There is also a discomfort on the inside of my esophagus and inside of my nose. Is this normal? Am I dying?” 

Sam chuckles slightly at the questions. “No, you're gonna be fine. Sounds like you just have a cold or something. Don’t worry it’s normal for humans to get colds, they go away with time and rest.” 

“Rest?” 

“Yeah. Why don't you go back to your room and lie down? I'll come take your temperature and bring you some medicine in a bit.”

“And I’ll be okay?”

“Of course,” Sam reassured him. “I’ll take good care of you.” 

Jack went back to his room glad he was able to ask Sam about his ailments but still troubled by them. He was still so new to life that all of it was just as stressful as it would be for any newborn baby but Jack was actually old enough to be worried. 

Cas had a very limited knowledge of what was normal for humans since his experience as a human only lasted for a few months and Jack found it hard to ask Dean anything. Sam was the only one he could go to for things like this. 

When Sam came back to Jack’s room he had Cas in tow. 

“Sam told me you might have the flu,” Cas said as he sat on the edge of Jack’s bed. “May I?” he asks as he holds his hand up to Jack’s head.

Jack nods and Cas places his fingers on his forehead to check the state of his immune system on a molecular level. 

“Just as Sam suspected it’s an upper respiratory tract infection,” Cas said.

“Which is a clinical way of saying common cold,” Sam added as he poured 20 ml of Tylenol into a tiny cup. He had run up the street to pick it up because he didn’t want to have to try to teach Jack how to swallow a pill while he was already stressed. “Here drink this and then some water,” he said handing him the medicine and a water bottle. 

Jack did as instructed and then set the water on his nightstand. “So is that going to make this feeling go away?”

“Not immediately,” Sam said. “It'll take a bit to kick in and even after it does your symptoms overall might get worse before they get better but it'll all be over in a few days.”

“Ok,” Jack said finally calming down a bit.

“I brought you a box of tissues in case your nose starts running, cold drops if your throat is still bothering you, and a trash can in case you get nauseous.”

“And I can stay to watch over you,” Cas added.

“Now get some sleep and we'll all be right here if you need us.”

Fictober Day 6

prompt: "I'm not giving up"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Dean Winchester, Ben Braeden

Rating: General

Summary:

Dean's POV: Dean tries his best to bond with Ben as he steps into the stepfather role (between seasons 5 and 6), but Ben isn't immediately receptive to his attempts now that he's older. Despite this Dean had his ways of making sure Ben warms up to him.

Being a stepfather didn’t come easy to Dean. It was an uphill battle, remembering how to be as caring and protective as he was for Sam when they were growing up, but now for a kid much younger than him, and who had only ever known a life with a single mom. Ben wasn’t as traditionally masculine as Dean had expected, but that didn’t matter to him as much as Ben seemed to think it did. Dean knew firsthand that strength had little to do with fitting into some mold and he had nothing but respect for the way Lisa raised Ben by herself. 

Dean was determined to make sure he could step up where he could. He definitely still saw bits of himself in Ben even though he had grown out of that leather jacket/80s rock/girl-crazy phase he was in when he was 8 years old the first time they met.

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Dean sat across from Ben at the kitchen table, tapping his fingers absently while looking at the math worksheet in front of them. Ben had been staring at the same problem for a while now. He had to ask Dean for help since his mom had left the two of them together while she went to the grocery store. 

“Look,” Dean said, “when I was your age, school wasn’t really my strong suit, so believe me, I get it.” He paused, unsure of how to be helpful with only the bare minimum math skills to pass the GED test.

Ben looked up at him, confused. “So… you’re saying you don’t know how to help me?”

Dean chuckled. “No, I’m saying we’ll figure it out together. You and me, one problem at a time. How about that?” 

Ben lets out a sigh knowing that this worksheet is probably gonna take them all night.

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Dean held a baseball in his hand, testing its weight before tossing it toward Ben. He was able to catch it, though not as smoothly as Dean would’ve liked.

“Good catch Bud!” Dean called. “Now, let’s see if you can throw it like a pro.”

Ben threw it back, but it was wide, and Dean had to jog to catch it.

“Not bad, but you gotta aim with your wrist, not your elbow,” Dean said as he returned to his spot. He tossed the ball underhanded, giving Ben another shot.

“Can’t we just call it a day?” Ben said 

“Alright fine,” Dean caves. “Let's head back in. But I am still planning on teaching you how to fix a car engine tomorrow. 

Ben turns around and rolls his eyes as he walks back into the house.

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“Hold the flashlight steady,” Dean told Ben as he worked on the Impala's engine. 

Ben sighed and adjusted the light awkwardly. 

“Now hold it down and to the right…” Dean instructed, narrowing his eyes at the engine. “No, that's the left.” 

Ben’s frustration built with each correction. He shifted the light again, but it was clear he wasn’t into it. Dean, sensing the growing tension, tried to stay patient, but it was getting tricky. 

“Alright, you know what... just hand me the flashlight,” Dean said with a sigh, still trying to keep things calm. “Why don't you go into my toolbox and see if you can find me a torque wrench?” 

“I don’t know what that is!” Ben snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. 

“That's okay–” 

“No, it’s not! I don’t know how this stuff works!” Ben threw the flashlight down, his face red as he stormed out of the garage before Dean could say anything else.

Dean wiped his hands on the oily towel, frowning at himself before heading inside to find Lisa. 

In the kitchen, Lisa was stirring something on the stove. “Did Ben come this way?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah, he went to his room,” she answered. “Why, what happened? Do I need to go talk to him?” 

Dean shook his head. “No, I got it… I think I need to apologize to him.”

Dean knocked softly on Ben’s door. “Hey, can I come in?” he asked gently. 

There was silence for a moment before Ben’s voice answered, quiet and uncertain. “Yeah, I guess.” 

Dean opened the door, stepping into the room. Ben was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed. Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping his tone soft. 

“Look, I know I can be hard on you sometimes, but I need you to understand something,” Dean started, trying to find the right words. “I grew up with a dad who didn’t exactly give me much room to screw up. It was all about survival and learning things the hard way. And I guess I’ve brought some of that with me, even though I don’t mean to. I’m still figuring out this whole… dad thing.”

Ben looked down at his hands. “I’m not like you, Dean. You can fix cars or throw a baseball… I don’t know how to do any of that stuff.”

Dean sighed. “I know. And that’s okay. Your mom did an amazing job letting you grow into your own person, and I’m not here to change that one bit. I’m here to help you become you. The best version of you. Doesn’t matter if that means knowing how to work on cars or not.”

Ben glanced up, his voice soft. “But you… you’re so good at this stuff.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get there overnight. You should’ve seen me when I started, it was a disaster,” Dean said with a smile. “You’ve got time, Ben. And hey, you don’t have to be into all the same stuff I am. That’s not what makes you strong, okay?”

Ben nodded, still quiet, but Dean could sense he had said the right things this time.

“Hey, buddy, I’m not giving up on you yet,” Dean said calmly as he ruffled Ben’s hair.

Ben smiled a little.

“Why don’t we head back to the garage and finish that engine? I promise I’ll be more patient this time.”

Ben hesitated, then nodded. “Okay… but I still don’t know what a torque wrench is.”

Dean laughed. “That’s alright. I’ll show you.”