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COME LIVE WITH ME AND A BUNCH OF LUNATICS IN A PYRAMID
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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD, TELL YOUR FRIENDS:
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FILLED: Across the Airwaves (Dean/Cas, implied) 3/4
When Dean does call again, Jacob picks right up where they left off.
"Dean!" he greets. Dean can hear the smirk in Jacob's tone and he can't hold back his own sharp smile. He steers the Impala with one hand and watches the road ahead in the glow of the headlights.
"Hey Doc," he replies, and he's genuinely surprised to find that he doesn't have to fake the warmth in his tone. "I hear people have been giving you a hard time about the EMP waves you've been picking up in Maine?"
That sets Jacob off and he goes off on a tangent that makes Dean want to laugh deep in his belly. It's good to listen to this stuff again. It's a bit like listening to one of Sam's convictions or like listening to Castiel speak about God when he first met Dean - the utter faith Jacob has in his theories echoes the utter faith he used to hear in Cas' tone. It reminds him of the faith that Cas used to have in him.
"Wasn't enough," Dean mutters. Wasn't enough to make Cas stay with him. Wasn't enough for Cas to even say a proper goodbye.
He curses, when Jacob suddenly cuts his tirade short and asks, "What'd you say?"
Suddenly, Dean is angry, just fucking furious, and the floodgates open. And strangely, Jacob just lets him talk, lets him rant about stupid angelic dickheads and duty and responsibility and what the fuck did I ever get from it, huh? Not even a goodbye, that's what.
Dean talks until he's sick of it, until he feels physically exhausted; scoured inside out, purged. He pulls off to the side of the road and jerks the Impala to a halt. He lets her idle in the gravel and rests his head on the steering wheel, the leather cool against the heat of his skin.
He almost forgets Jacob is there until he hears from the radio: "Wow...if I believed in angels, even I'd say they're dicks." Somehow, right then, Jacob sounds just like Cas did when he was confronting Lucifer, that Dean almost expects him to scream, 'Assbutt!' for no reason.
And then Dean's laughing, a deep, belly laugh that sure, sounds a little hysterical even to him. But mostly it just feels fucking good to let go. At some point he realizes that Jacob has moved on to other topics and hangs up the phone, but he only tosses it on the seat next to him and lets his laughter turn into sobs that wrack his whole body.
When Dean calls again a few nights later, Jacob asks him about angels and something called Ancient Astronaut Theory that Dean thinks is total bullshit. Dean ends up talking a little bit about his past and a lot about Cas, and then a whole helluva lot about Sam.
He listens to Jacobs theories on natural energy grids and his beloved EMP's, and also about why the Mayans disappeared so suddenly. (See, it wasn't disease, nope, they reached such a high state of nirvana, began to vibrate at such a high frequency, that they transcended this physical plane.) When Dean asked where they went Jacob only said that maybe they should launch an investigation to find out.
It didn't sound like a bad idea at all.
He even buys a telescope so he can sit on the Impala's hood and look at the full moon, trying to see this stupid robot head that Jacob swears is there. He tells him it's not there and grins to himself when Jacob gets all huffy and irate on air. He can imagine him pointing at charts and drawing lines between things on a chalkboard - you know, whatever crazy scientists did in their basements at two in the morning. He asks him that too, and Dean gets the reply that crazy scientists conducted experiments on how to cross into multiverse.
Dean tells him you can see into an alternate reality when your in that place between sleeping and waking and Jacob tells him that's a load of bull. Dean smiles and says that was always Sammy's theory. Jacob grudgingly admits that there might be merit to it then, because it sounds like Sam was smarter than Dean about fringe theory.
The comment hurts, but not as much as it should. Eventually, Dean might be able to laugh at it.