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Jack hadn’t meant to listen in. Really, he hadn’t.
Unfortunately, nobody ever taught the nephilim that eavesdropping went against all social protocols. He was curious, although he wasn’t sure what to make of the strange sounds coming from the bathroom.
The shower was on, the water running, the door slightly ajar, but Jack didn’t dare look inside.
At first, he assumed it was just Dean showering. His voice bounced off the bathroom walls, the familiar husk sounding out along with fresh steam. He figured Dean must’ve been singing, given how his usually guttural voice went higher in pitch during certain parts of a song he didn’t recognize. A lot of instrumental, Jack noted, until Dean finally spoke the first few words of the tune.
“Fuck, Sammy…”
Well , that hadn’t been what he was expecting.
Most songs, he’d found, spoke of love and romance. They told tales of heartbreak, they carried with them a story the artist couldn’t put into simple words. Perhaps Dean had simply made this one up? Maybe it would convey their unfathomable bond, the profound hardships they’d been forced through since birth.
“God, baby, so good.” Huh. Alright, now he’s talking about Chuck? Jack was beginning to get confused at this point, but he felt as though he could somewhat understand; Chuck, after all, had been a big part of their story.
At least, Jack thought he’d begun to understand it, until he heard Sam’s voice coming from inside as well. “Yeah? Just like that?”
“ Just like that. Don’t stop.”
So, they were singing a duet? Why in the shower…? Was this a play? Or it could be something similar to when people share their beds; a slumber party. A shower party. He’d have to remember to ask Google later on..
“Holy shit, yes, I’m almost there. Almost there, keep going. Give it to me, give it to me, yes!”
At this point, Jack had tried Shazamming the melody to this unfamiliar song- it didn’t even rhyme, and he was pretty sure it was supposed to rhyme- but to no avail. He was only given the link to a strange website that looked like it’d fall under Sam’s “ Do not watch, this is not age-appropriate, it will scar you for life ” list. Last time he disregarded that rule was when Dean told him of a video on the internet about a cup and two women…Jack hasn’t been sleeping well since then.
Oh, well, he doesn’t usually sleep, anyway. Hm, maybe he should ask Cas; Cas would probably know what Sam and Dean were doing, and why Dean was screaming— wait, screaming? Is he hurt? Maybe he’s hurt! If that’s the case, Jack should probably get out of his own head and go help…but Sam’s in there, too, so surely he could help Dean.
Jack knows you’re not just supposed to see anyone naked, even if you live with them. Privacy, of course, is important to people; especially Dean. Jack could respect that, he understands.
Jack doesn’t understand why there’s thumping against the tiled walls now, or why there’s so much off-pitch humming. The nephilim would never have the heart to tell the brothers how tone deaf they were- after all, they almost made up for it with what passionate performers they were.
“Oh my god, little brother, fuck , Sammy, I’m gonna-“
Speaking of, where even is Castiel? He was here this morning, and it’s only noon. How odd.
So caught up in his own thoughts, Jack could’ve almost missed the very loud sound of several things crashing to the ground, and the yell that ensued directly afterward.
“Did you just fuckin’ drop me?!”
“Why’d you lean ALL your weight on me?? Dean, do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain that position while standing and trying not to slip on all the stuff you knock over while you’re moving around??”
“I’ve done it plenty of times! Never slipped before, Sammy!”
“Those times were with women! You’ve never had to lift a 6-foot, 180-pound man!”
“You just broke the entire left side of my body, ya dick, don’t you blame this one on me!”
“Damn it, Dean…”
Shuffling was all Jack heard before the bathroom door was shoved all the way open for the first time since he started listening in, clouds of steam pouring out like water trapped behind a dam. And Sam. Blinked. Slow and tentative, mouth parted in an ‘o’, with nothing conserving skin from sight besides a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Jack…how long have you been out here?”
The young nephilim smiled, well aware of what he assumed was embarrassment from having been caught singing- very badly, if Jack could add on.
“18 minutes and 42 seconds, so almost 19 minutes.”
Now Jack felt bad, because Sam looked horrified. He’d only seen that look on the older hunter’s face a handful of times, and he had no idea it meant this much to him.
Perhaps Sam and Dean were still practicing, not ready for an audience just yet. Or maybe it was supposed to be a secret hobby between the two.
Either way, Sam looked faint.
“Is Dean okay? I heard a fall, I think.”
Sam turned craned his neck back, more in Dean’s direction from where he stayed in the bathroom, but his eyes never left Jack’s.
“Dean, you’re okay, right?”
“No, I’m not okay! We’re never fucking in the shower again! I’m done, that’s it!”
If Jack thought Sam seemed upset before, now he was downright mortified.
“DEEAANNN!”
For crying out loud, where the hell is Cas?