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Jack had said that as God he was going to be hands off. While at the time it was a thoughtful gesture, especially after everything Chuck had done, it wasn’t thought out clearly. Jack, even though he doesn’t look it, is still a child. Though he is older than he was when he took on the role of God, he is still young. Being hands off has never been easy. Thankfully he has his fathers, Dean and Castiel, to make sure he doesn’t cause too much trouble. For the most part he doesn’t get in trouble, and does stay hands off. That is, unless a dog is involved.
Several states away in Pennsylvania, Dean, Cas and Jack were sitting on the beach enjoying their day at Lake Erie. They were on a well deserved family vacation, just two dads and their son. Dean and Cas sat on lawn chairs, enjoying the view as Jack sat down in the sand.
Suddenly, a cry for help was heard coming from the water. Dean immediately stood up in search for the source of the screaming. A woman was crying out for help, her dog had swam out too far and was struggling to stay afloat.
“Dad! Can I help?” Jack asked, frantically.
“No, hands off, remember? I’m gonna go help, you stay here,” Dean replied before running down the beach to help out.
Before he could get to the water the dog suddenly raised in the air. It yelped, alarmed by it’s sudden ability to levitate. It moved over to the beach and gently landed on the ground. The woman stood there, jaw dropped in awe.
Dean sighed, turning away from the water to face Jack, meeting his eyes. “Really?”
Jack shrugged and smiled.
Dean made his way back up to where they were sitting. Cas was rubbing his face with his hands, somehow tired even without a need or ability to sleep.
The people around them on the beach all flocked to the dog. They didn’t know that it was Jack that had performed the miracle. Yet they knew that it was an act of God. The Winchesters packed their belonging, not wanting to be a part of what was going to happen and quickly got back to the car.
Several days later, back home in the bunker Dean and Cas were sitting in the library when Sam walked in. Sam set his laptop down in front of Dean, opening it to show a news article from the town they were just in. The headline read: Dog rescued from drowning declared an act of God, now worshipped.
“Explain this.” Sam stated firmly.
“Wait,” said Dean, reading over the article. “Those people are worshipping that dog?!”
“Yeah, Dean. What happened?”
Dean smirked, shrugging his shoulders. “I have no clue, man.”
“Dean, stop.” Cas said, rolling his eyes at his husband. He turned to Sam. “Jack saved a dog from drowning. Don’t worry, we gave him a talking to.”
“He started a new religion, Cas,” replied Sam, tired of his brother and brother-n-laws madness.
“It wouldn’t be the first time one of us did that. There’s still those people worshipping Cas from when he went and played God,” Dean reminded his brother.
Sam picked up his laptop, rolling his eyes. “I don’t have time for this. Try not to start any more religions. Especially dog based ones.”
“No promises,” said Dean as Sam walked away.