It’s a Long Way Down

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“I-I’m not over it, Dean. Of course not,” Sam whispered in an attempt to calm Dean’s increasingly rising voice. That didn’t help the threat of Dean’s throat closing in tears, however.

“No, no, of course, you’re not over it,” He deflected. “You’re throwing it into this kid and projecting yourself onto him because you’re zeroed in on getting Mom’s body back! Meanwhile, I’m––” Dean stopped, a motion in the background catching his attention. 

It was a pencil, one of Sam’s that he uses to write in the books because they don’t destroy the letters so much. It simply floated in the air, no supports or strings holding it up.

“I’m…” Dean trailed off as the pencil began to move towards the opening that led to the hallway. Sam and he alike turned in tandem to the pencil until it turned the corner and stopped in plain sight, Jack emerging just ahead of the pencil, his eyes glowing.

“Shit,” Sam cursed. “You heard Dean.”

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