The truth will set you free...or something like that

[lopeholt]

Despite having been on several dates, Allison isn't entirely sure where she and Jack stand. She's also not sure it matters where they stand because she enjoys his company and the dates are fun. They've watched movies and taken cooking classes together, which has prompted this particular date. They're making dinner together at Allison's apartment: french style potatoes and chicken. Jack is taking care of the chicken and Allison is slicing up the potatoes. The conversation between them is easy and comfortable. Allison is laughing at something Jack said when she slices deep into her thumb. "Ow," she hisses as the blood immediately blooms, dripping on the cutting board. She grabs a dishtowel and wraps it around her thumb.

"Uhm...I think I might have ruined the potatoes..."

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[nougatlover2017]

The dates they've been on thus far are often the very thing he looks forward to or smiles about all week. While Jack isn't sure Allison feels the same way yet -- a wise Winchester once said people fall in love on their own schedule -- he is fairly sure that he feels strongly about keeping her as a friend. Dinner had been his idea. Food as he had come to understand it was the best way to come together with someone special. And cooking with that special person only made him feel warmer. Jack handles the chicken like Lucy taught him with it in fine slices to make certain it would cook evenly then placing them in the pan. His back is only turned for a moment when Allison's hiss draws his attention back to her. "Allison?" Her laughter is like music to his ears but his smile at having made her laugh drops the minute his eyes fall on the deep cut on her thumb. He urges her to let him see how bad it is with his hands drawing hers into his so she won't hide the cut. A soft glow of gold begins to fill the space between his hands and hers-- the blood that had started to spill begins to disappear with the injury.

"You didn't ruin anything." He fills the silence about a minute later because he wasn't sure how she would react after outing himself before the right time came. So far he can only take how she hasn't freaked out as a good sign.

[lopeholt]

She feels the same way. It's why she keeps saying yes to those dates and why she wonders about the status of their relationship. A very wise Winchester. Allison feels equally as strong about keeping Jack as a friend. At least they're agreed upon that without further discussion. He's not wrong about food or cooking it with someone. Allison has never gotten the chance to be much of a cook, but she certainly has fun cooking with Jack. While he's urging her to let him look at the cut, she's stumbling over her words, saying something about going to the hospital. At first, she doesn't register what's happening or that Jack is the one causing it. There is only light and warmth. She watches the wound close, gaze flickering up to Jack, her expression a mixture of confusion and awe. She looks back to her hand, flexing it within the cage of Jack's hands before looking back up to him.

"How? Wha--" she stops herself from asking what are you because that's rude and she likes Jack; she doesn't want to offend him, particularly since he appears to have just healed her wound without any pain. "How?" she repeats, still not pulling away from him. She's not scared at all, but she is very curious and very confused.

[nougatlover2017]

Each and every time Allison has said yes, it has only made his day. Jack only hopes their friendship gets stronger that eventually he can figure out how to ask her the big question. Yes, the one where he asks if he can be her boyfriend. Jack is no expert either but he has slowly learned it's not about perfection but about the time spent doing it together. The fun seems like it could go on forever. Until the moment seems to stop. His heart beats so loud that he can hear it in his ears. He can see her move her lips and even half process that she is telling him that they need to get to the hospital, but he urges her to let him keep hold of her hand without excessive force. Only when the wound closes and the blood fades away does his hand fall away. Suffice to say it's the first time he's healed someone to help and the first time the look he's received was only confusion and awe. He doesn't know what to do in this situation either.

Yes, it would be rude to ask what he is. Though for a little while he's been contemplating telling her. 'How' as she puts it is a good question for the two of them. He struggles to answer but eventually goes with the most honest (short) answer up front. "It's, well. The short story: I was born half angel. One of the things I learned I can do is heal." He tries to look over her hand while she tests it. "Are you still hurting anywhere?"

[lopeholt]

That will certainly clear up the question about what his intentions are and where he wants their friendship to go. It is definitely not about perfection and cooking is a lot of fun even if it's not perfect. Even if it's ruined. Allison doesn't try to pull away from Jack, but she's a little worried about getting blood on him. That becomes a moot worry once he heals the wound, even making the blood disappear. She gapes at her hand, turning it one way and another, trying to find any sign of damage. There's absolutely no fear in her expression. She's not sure why he would be afraid since Jack hasn't done anything to hurt her or scare her. She's seen Scott take away someone's pain; she's seen him heal himself so it's not entirely foreign to her.

It's one thing for him to tell her what he is and another for her to ask him what he is. She's breathless with confusion and awe and 'not knowing'. The honest, short answer is good. They can get into details once she processes the broader answer. "You're a half angel." It's half statement and half question. "Like...wings and--aren't angels..." she presses her lips together trying to decide how best to say it "genderless? Or made out of pure light or...wings? I'm sorry. I don't--angels aren't something I ever really believed existed. Not that I don't believe you," she rushes to clarify. "I do. I just didn't know--wow..." she breathes out. "no. I'm not...I'm not hurting at all." The confused look is back. "But if I were..like a headache or a sore throat, could you fix that too?"

[nougatlover2017]

Perfection, as Jack is still learning, is the eye of the beholder. Even if they ruined dinner, the date would still be perfect. Somehow they can figure out how to salvage the food once things calm down. Right now her blood staining his fingertips is the least of his worries. There's many reasons he can think of why she would be afraid of him. Normal is one of the last things he thinks of himself sometimes. The longer Allison stays in place, the more he gets that she isn't afraid of him. It still leaves him unsure of how to handle the situation.

Guess he did volunteer what he is instead of how he did it. The how is something Jack can't really explain even now. Some of his abilities were easy like walking, while others were like learning to ride a bike. Jack nervously rings his hands before he pockets them to stop himself from fidgeting. "Yes." It sounded more like a question on her part so he confirmed it firmly. "Wings and pure light," he also confirms. A pressure from his shoulders seems to lift once Allison rattles off a few more questions. Something about her asking them in the first place makes him feel good about where things are going. "You mean how I was born?" He pauses to figure out how to explain without bringing up Lucifer's deceit into it. "People can yes to hosting an angel on Earth. My mom... was human. So I'm not genderless." He switched what he was going to say at the end there. "What do you believe exists?" He blurts out, trying to hide the hurt. He knows she has the right to believe angels don't exist though. "It shouldn't." His smile picks up again a little. No pain on Allison's part means she let him heal it all underneath the skin. "I don't know. Never really tried it on headaches or cuts. This was my first time."

[lopeholt]

That's something that takes some people a lot longer to learn. She agrees though; even if something isn't exactly perfect, it can still be perfection. She's definitely not afraid, but she is curious and a little in awe.

His answer prompts another confused, but somewhat amused look from her. "But you're clearly not pure light. Is that the half-human part?" She takes a breath and holds it a second as she tries to decide what she believes. "A lot of things, but from a spiritual point...I don't know. My parents weren't religious so I wasn't ever really taught to believe anything. I believe in souls and I guess...ghosts from...exposure." She didn't mean to hurt his feelings. His last comment about this being his first time brings that look of awe back. "And you used it on me?"