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It was another weekend hunt. Dean had found it Thursday night, and Jack had begged to tag along - as he was starting to go stir crazy in the bunker. It was a reluctant allowance, but Cas had tipped the scales in favor of Jack - reminding Sam and Dean of Jack’s power - which was still weak from the long starvation period.
Jack hated the long trips, and the stops for food that came with it. He either tried to just awkwardly sit in the car, or Dean would drag him into whatever diner they’d stop at. It was a constant fight.
It was interesting to Jack, how they still couldn’t figure it out. Blatantly obvious now - he couldn’t do anything to avoid looking sick. It was just a game of what will happen first - would he end up telling someone? Or will his health decline to a point of crisis?
A waiting game that seemed almost painful - that would only get worse with time.
“So, Jack. It’s your first vamp nest.” Sam pointed out. Jack found himself looking up from his clasped fingers.
“Yes. It is, and I’m excited.” Jack said. He noticed the extremely prominent red marks on his knuckles - which were contrasted to the extreme with his extremely pale skin.
His dwindling body wasn’t dead yet - and wouldn’t for a long time, but it didn’t feel good. Not anymore. Starving didn’t leave him with the same high feeling, no, it just caused other pain to arise. Headaches, chest pains, stomach issues.
Food didn’t do much either - it was just other pains - with more stomach issues.
He felt far too human for comfort.
The car stopped, and Jack looked out the window of the Impala. They had made it to the motel in Wisconsin.
“We’ll drop our stuff off, get food, and figure out where to go from there.” Dean stated, and Jack slowly opened the side door. He felt the absolute frigid air sting his cheeks.
Sam handed Jack the small duffel with his clothes, and they all wandered into the lobby while Dean got the key. Jack found himself shivering even in the heated lobby - his bag heavy on his shoulder.
“Room 113.” Dean stated, and then headed back out the door. Jack was bracing himself for the outside air.
The room wasn’t the most roomy. Two beds and a couch, as per usual.
Jack basically collapsed on the bed, his legs absolutely exhausted.
Sam was the last one to walk into the room. He placed his bag down beside Jack.
“You’re already tired, huh.” Sam pointed out. Jack just exhaled loudly, and curled up a bit for body heat. He felt a hand hit his shoe.
“Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re still getting food.” Dean said, and Jack slowly pushed himself off of the bed. Standing up almost had him on the floor again, as his knees buckled. He caught his balance, only after catching Sam’s jacket.
Sam placed Jack back on his feet.
“You good there?” Sam asked. Jack just nodded.
“Fine.” Jack said, and quickly took a few steps backwards, as a chill ran through his body.
Dean was already out the door, and Cas followed. Jack followed Sam with shaking hands and far too much anxiety.
The diner was awkward. It was a bit nicer than some of the previous diners, but still had the same smell, and the same crappy menu.
Jack made sure to not sit across from Dean - another awkward interaction would give him away.
Looking through the numbers listed on the side of the menu listings was all Jack would do - trying to find anything he could eat. The numbers just scared him - everything was far higher than what he was comfortable with. He couldn’t do it, and just put the menu down. He didn’t care if anyone noticed anymore. It was almost welcome, as he was so tired of feeling like absolute crap.
Dean cleared his throat, and Jack just picked the menu back up, ordered some fries, and kept staring at the window, plotting to either eat just a few, or all of them, and try and get them back up.
It was a bit of a whim decision.
“After this, let’s split off again. Sam, you and Jack, go ask around, research potential nests. Cas and I, we’ll go prepare for the raid later.” Dean suggested.
“Yeah, sure, just don’t go running off super far, or get distracted. I’d like this done as early as possible.” Sam stated, as the food arrived.
Jack was quiet, and with it he stared down the fries. He wanted to eat them, really, but it felt as if he couldn’t. Something was stopping him.
“Jack.” Dean said, and it was all Jack needed to turn red. He looked down at the plate, picked up a fry, and started to tear it into pieces, consuming just a few of them, but many of them didn’t make it anywhere but the plate. It wasn’t until Cas noticed the mess, and just quietly shook his head.
Jack quietly put fries into napkins, slipped them into his pockets, and excused himself to the bathroom, hands in his pockets, hiding the mass of ripped up potato.
He chucked the napkins into the trash, and stared his reflection down for a few minutes. The awful way his eyes just gave everything away. There was too much heart in his eyes, especially with how dead his body seemed to appear.
Back at the motel, Jack pulled another layer over him. The cold air never seemed to heat, even with blankets, and anything else he’d try.
“Hey, Jack, let’s go find this damn nest.” Sam stated, and Jack walked to the door, with another hoodie under his jacket.
He followed Sam to the Impala, with tiny bouts of dizziness on his way.
It was almost as if he wasn’t there - just sort of watching his body exist.
Silence was the main sound on the way through the city, and while Sam questioned bars and other forms of nightlife - Jack just sat in the car, trying not to fall asleep.
Sam opened the car door, while on his phone.
“There’s an old warehouse on the outskirts of the town. The only one, which is really the only place they could be.” Sam stated, as the car started again. Jack ended up falling asleep on the way back for a few minutes.
It was some time before they left again. Jack on his phone, Dean getting more food. It was the usual sight.
Jack ended up eating a sandwich before six, just to keep everyone off of his back.
So time rolled around, and they pulled into the torn up parking lot.
“I’ll bait them out, and then you three, go wild with the heads.” Dean explained, and walked in, alone, while Jack waited outside with Sam and Cas.
“Will he be ok?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, he’s fine, not the first time we’ve done this.” Sam reassured Jack, and they continued to wait.
Dean came running out, leading the vamps straight into the other three.
Cas was smiting, Sam just got some heads, and Jack found himself with the final three.
They cornered him, and his legs, while shaking with each step back, seemed to buckle.
He didn’t exactly have the energy to continue, so with what he had, he just used his powers to rid of them, leaving himself exhausted.
So with the exhaustion, he found himself unable to continue to stand - so with it, he passed out.
He heard voices saying his name, but he just ended up losing consciousness.