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“Has anyone seen Jack?” Sam asked a little worriedly as he entered the war room where Dean and Cas sat around a map.
“No,” Dean answered but didn’t look up from where he was marking the map.
Cas however looked up at Sam, frowning. “I have not seen Jack since eight a.m..” He informed Sam.
“It’s just- he didn’t say anything and nobody has seen him for hours now.” Sam continued. “I’m getting worried.”
Dean scoffed under his breath. “He’s a nephilim, Sam. He can take care of himself.”
Sam was just about to reply when Castiel spoke up again. “We should wait a few more hours, we can look for him before you go to bed.”
The younger WInchester agreed reluctantly and wandered into the kitchen first. He picked up a banana and poured himself a new cup of coffee before venturing back into the archives.
Sam lost himself in sorting through books and boxes in the room he was currently tackling. The Men of Letters had left so much stuff behind, barely anything labeled and Sam was sure he could spend years trying to sort everything out, let alone go through it properly.
And while Dean hated doing it, Sam was intrigued by all the new information and he honestly liked organizing things to his own specific wants and needs. It earned him more than a few mocking words and looks from his brother but Sam swept them to the side, used to his brother’s antics by now.
Sam was currently examining a strange piece of wood when a knock on the open door startled him. He turned towards it, surprised to see Dean standing in the doorway, dressed in his pajamas.
“You wanna head to bed at any point?” He asked, peering into the room.
“Uhh-” Sam turned back, placing the wood down into the box he had found it in before closing it carefully and pulling the gloves of his hands. “It’s a bit early isn-”
Dean interrupted him immediately. “It’s two a.m, Sam.”
“Shit,” Sam said and pushed his shirt sleeve up, checking his watch. “Fuck I didn’t realize.”
“That’s why I’m here.” Dean said but Sam wasn’t quite if it was with a grin or a grimace.
Sam nodded and grabbed his phone and empty mug, moving towards Dean and the doorway.
“Did Jack come back again?” Sam asked as he passed his brother.
Dean shook his head and wasn’t surprised when Sam stopped again.
“Sam, go to sleep. I mean it. I’ll even help you look for him in the morning. Just-” Dean shoved lightly against his back. “Get some sleep.”
Sam looked like he wanted to argue but sighed deeply and nodded. “You promise, right?”
“Yeah, I promise.” Dean replied, rolling his eyes and holding out a mocking pinky finger.
..
Sam got up by seven thirty, determined to find Jack as soon as possible. He set the coffee maker up to brew while he took a quick shower, banging into Dean’s room with two cups of coffee ten minutes later.
“Up and at ‘em,” Sam greeted him, chuckling when Dean’s head appeared from the sheets, hair sticking up in all directions.
“Shut up.” Dean grumbled, voice raspy from sleep but he shot a hand out, gesturing for the cup of coffee.
Sam handed it over but kept standing impatiently in the doorway.
..
“Okay, so the bunker first. I take the left side, you the right. Just look for everything that could be of use.” Sam said, gesturing down the hallway.
“Sam, I know what I’m doing, we’ve done this our whole life.” Dean scoffed but opened the first door, ducking into the dark room.
Sam took the other side, surveying the store room and not seeing anything at first but he walked in deeper nonetheless.
Sam had just finished looking through the third room when Dean yelled for him. He dropped the book he was holding and went to find his brother.
“Found the Christmas decorations?” Sam asked when he saw the baubles and other decorations on the table in the middle of the room.
“Also found this,” Dean said and held out a snow globe, shaking it lightly.
Sam grabbed it and held it closer, looking at the scenery inside. It was a typical snow globe scene with trees and a reindeer and a snowman and… and a miniature Jack.
“Is that?” Sam asked, holding the globe even closer to his face.
“Jack?” Dean asked with a grin. “Yeah I think buddy boy got himself trapped in a sixty year old cursed Christmas decoration.”
Sam closed his eyes for a second, sighing. “Why am I even surprised?”
”You think we should just break it?” Dean asked, leaning against the table.
Sam hummed, carefully turning the snow globe to all sides until he flipped it around and studied the bottom. There were some words etched into the material, they were a little difficult to read but Sam was pretty sure he knew what they meant.
“Yeah we need to break it, says here that you can trap something by having them shake it three times but it only works once because you have to break the globe to release them.” Sam held the bottom out for Dean to read but his brother dismissed him.
“Go ahead then, the quicker he gets out of there, the quicker I can go back to doing my own thing.”
Sam rolled his eyes at that but agreed silently, glad that they had found Jack and would be able to get him back soon.
There wasn’t much else to do so Sam held the snow globe out as far as he could, glass part towards the floor and let it drop.
The six feet it fell was enough of an impact to break the glass and both brother’s jumped back to avoid the splinters.
In the middle of the broken glass and puddle now sat Jack, slightly damp and with tiny pieces of fake snow stuck in his hair.
He shook his head and looked up sheepishly. “Thanks,” he mumbled out.
“You’re cleaning this up, kid.” Dean said but patted Jack’s shoulder before striding out of the room.
“Sorry, Sam. I know you said not to touch anything here.” Jack was blushing hard and looked embarrassed when he got to his feet.
“I’m just glad we found you, you worried me.” Sam said, pulling Jack in for a quick hug.
Jack hugged him back carefully. “I promise I’ll be more careful.”
“I sure hope so.”
..
And if Sam caught Jack excitedly telling Castiel about how pretty the snow globe was from the inside and how badly he hoped it would snow in Kansas this winter, well, Sam just smiled fondly and moved on.