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#jack kline fanfiction
mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year
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Oh yay, I love your writing btw!! Could I request Jack Kline discovering that he absolutely LOVES it when reader gives him hickeys?? And after the first time he just keeps asking for them bc he always wants a few on him at all times to remind him of you. Thank you!!!!
Okay first of all anon thank you for the kind words :) so glad you love my writing. And Jack plus hickies hmm.....let's see what we can come up with for this little HC.
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Okay so Jack and hickies, let us begin!
At first, and obviously being new to this whole human intimacy, Jack never really understood why he would see some bite marks on people's necks.
Bless him at first he thought they had been attacked by vampires but managed to escape before they took the first bite.
But after going to you, his partner, you explain to him that those are not bites from a monster, but bite marks from their spouses called hickies.
"So hickies are.......a sign of affection?" he questions.
"They can be. Sometimes people like to mark their partners as theirs."
"Like a possession? But I thought humans weren't things?"
"No, well that really depends on the whole kinky thing depending on the relationship. To be honest babe, it gets complicated if I try to explain it. The point is, hickies are just really deep kisses and soft bites people do to their partners as a sign of affection."
"Will you give me one?" he asks after a moment of silence.
"You--you want a hickey?" you ask.
"I'd like to know what they feel like. We love each other, right?"
"Yes, absolutely. Only if you're sure."
"I am. So what do we do first?"
He was ready to get straight to business. It was both funny and kinda cute, especially when he gave you that adorable smile of his.
So you begin with a simple make out session. Cupping his face in your hands before finally separating your lips from his.
You then tilt his neck to the side.
"Now just relax, and enjoy it. But if I'm too rough or it hurts too much, just let me know okay?" you say to him. he nods.
It first begins with you kissing his cheek before slowly going down towards his neck.
You hear him let out a gasp as your lips began their path down his neck before stopping midway down his neck.
His body slightly tenses up so you stop and ask him.
"Should I stop?"
"No!" he says urgently. "No don't stop it--it felt......good."
So you continue. With a few kisses just around the spot before giving him a small bite to his neck.
Suddenly a lightbulb explodes from one of the lamps at Jack's bedside which startles you.
You turn to see Jack's eyes glowing gold.
"Sorry." he apologizes. His eyes turn back to normal and you say.
"It's fine. Just didn't expect that. Should we go on or is it too much?"
"I'm enjoying it. Maybe a bit too much. I'll try to not use my powers, I promise." he says as he brings you back chest to chest.
You resume your position and give him another love bite before lightly sucking on the skin of his neck.
He breathless gasps and soft moans are music to your ears as he even tightens his grip on your waist.
After finishing off with a couple of licks of your tongue to ease the stinging sensation, you separate.
"When do the marks show up? How long do they take to form?" he asks.
"Well that depends. I didn't want to go too extreme but I know there's definitely a bitemark there." you then watch as he goes over to his bathroom mirror and observe his new mark.
And he waits, and waits, and waits.
That boy does not move a muscle from his bathroom. Soon enough you got tired and fell right to sleep on his bed.
"Baby! Baby! Sweetheart wake up! Wake up! It came!" you open your eyes to see Jack turning his neck to you and there you saw it.
A light purple bruise from where you had made his first hickey.
"Yep, there it is babe." you say tiredly.
"I love it. Do you think you can give me another one?" he asks excitedly.
You turn to see it's around 2:45 in the morning.
"I'll give you one when the sun's up, now can I go back to sleep?"
"Right sorry. Sleep my love. And thank you for my new prize." you didn't really hear much after he told you to go to sleep.
After that, Jack proudly shows off his hickeys to everyone and all.
In fact there are times he demands more hickeys even when one side of his neck is completely covered with them.
He gets a bit hickey crazy until you tell him that there needs to be a time for healing before any mote hickies can be given.
Of course he pouts because he just loves showing the world your love for one another.
But he allows his current hickies to heal and will just take the normal make out sessions you guys will do every now and then.
There is one time when he tries to return the favor by giving you a hickey.
But he didn't quite understand how the love bite works and accidentally bit you too hard.
Bless the boy he felt so bad, he first healed you of the bite mark and vowed he'd never do it again while frantically apologizing for his mistake.
You calmed him down and said all was good and that you didn't blame him.
In conclusion, Jack Kline loves receiving hickies from his beloved and will wear them like badges of honor. And he doesn't care who stares or Dean's comments of him being 'whipped'.
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samdeancass · 11 months
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First Time
Requested by: @gabrielasilva1510
Prompts: #13, #14 and #16 from my Prompt List; “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you”, “I think I might be falling in love with you” and “Is that my shirt?”
Pairing: Jack Kline x fem!reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Characters: Jack, Y/N
Description: Jack and Y/N have their first time together.
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You and Jack were particularly nervous when it came to the sexual aspect of your relationship, especially because you were both virgins and you had only been together for a few months.  However that didn’t change the way you felt about Jack and you hoped that he felt the same way, which you would soon find out. 
You opened your bedroom door and made your way towards the kitchen, running a towel through your hair. You heard a small gasp as you entered the room and turned towards the sound, finding Jack staring at you with a small smile forming on his face which caused a blush to form on yours.
“Is that my shirt?” Jack cocked his head to the side curiously as the blush grew deeper on your cheeks. You nodded and looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed. You hadn’t expected anyone to be in the kitchen at this time, which is why you decided to wander around in just the shirt. You suddenly felt self-conscious and wrapped your arms around your body, discarding the towel on the floor. 
Jack’s smile grew wider as he got up from the table and walked slowly over to you, putting a finger under your chin to tilt your head to look at him. “You look so beautiful, Y/N. In fact...” He leaned in, so close that your lips were virtually touching. “I think I might be falling in love with you.” That was it, that was the confirmation you needed, Jack loved you, just like you loved him.
You closed the small gap that separated you and kissed Jack, soft and loving. You hung your arms loosely around his neck as his hands found your waist and pulled you flush to his chest. The kisses became more passionate as your hands traveled each others bodies. You broke the kiss apart, much to Jack’s dismay. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”
The smile appeared once again on Jack’s face as he picked you up and headed towards your room, you wrapping your legs around his waist and pecking his face with kisses. He placed you down gently inside your room and closed the door, making sure to lock it.
When he turned back around, you took his hand and guided him towards the bed. As you lay down Jack leaned over you with the softest smile on his face. “You are so perfect, how did I get so lucky?” You smiled back at the compliment, softly grabbing his neck and pulling him down to you. 
At first the kisses were soft and gentle, the both of you becoming accustomed to each other. However, the kisses became more passionate as your tongues began to battle for dominance. Jack won as his hands went underneath your body and began to trace feather light touches on your skin which left goosebumps in their wake. 
Your hands travelled down his chest, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He smiled into the kiss, breaking away to remove the clothing. “Well, if mine has to come off, so does yours.” Once again, his hands went underneath your body and slowly took off the shirt. Jack stared down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.
Another blush crept onto your face as he stared at you. He slowly leaned down and kissed your body, starting at your lips and stopping at the top of your underwear. You could tell that you were turned on by the wetness that you felt in your knickers. Jack looked at you and gave a questioning expression. “Are you sure, baby?” You locked eyes with him and nodded. “100%”. Nodding, he slowly pulled your knickers down your legs and widened his eyes at how beautiful you looked at this moment. 
Jack unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear, before climbing back on top of you. “We can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable, ok? Please don’t be afraid to tell me.” You nodded your head before he lined himself up and slowly entered. You hissed at how much he stretched you, tears pricking the edges of your eyes. Jack kissed your cheeks as you adjusted to his size and waited until you were ready to carry on. 
“You can move now, Jack. I think I’m ok.” Jack moved back before thrusting back in slowly, kissing you through the action to try and relieve some of the pain. He continued going slowly until you gave the go ahead to move faster. The pain soon melted away and was replaced with pure lust and passion as his actions became faster. 
Your fingernails raked down his back as he thrusted hard into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly. This was exactly how you dreamed it would be. It was as if you and Jack were made for each other with the way your bodies molded together perfectly. 
You felt a tightness build up in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were getting close. “I’m close, baby. So close.” Jack leaned down and kissed you, his fringe hanging loosely over his eyes. “So am I.” With one last hard thrust the both of you came together, the most wonderful sounds exited Jack’s mouth. He looked so beautiful in that moment, so care-free and unburdened of the supernatural world. You wanted it to be that way forever for him. 
He slowly pulled out before laying next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you. “I love you, Jack. So much.” He brought you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. “I love you to, princess.” The both of you fell asleep entwined together, listening to the sound of each others heart beats. 
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Your eyes fluttered open and were met with Jack’s blue one’s staring down at you. “Good morning, handsome.” Jack smiled and pecked your lips. “Good morning, beautiful. I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you”. 
Seeing this, you rolled over to the other side and released his arm. “Sorry about that. You should have woke me!” Jack shook his head, smiling. “No, you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to ruin that.” 
“Well then, how about I make us breakfast then? Your favourite?” His eyes lit up at that. “You are so perfect. That would be amazing.” You both got out of bed, got dressed and headed into the kitchen where you made breakfast together, full of love and happiness.
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ya9amicide · 7 months
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♡ supernatural masterlist ♡
pov: your camera roll if you were dating jack kline.
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pinchofhoney · 7 months
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Can I get a Jack request where reader is like castiel level protective over him? Like it could he during the time he was burning away his soul, or Dean just attacking him and reader getting super protective? Thanks <3
Also thank you sm for being my mutual <333
like real people do
jack kline x reader
word count: 1.6k
warning: the events were made up by me, but in time they probably take place in thirteenth season, platonic relationship
summary: Ever had one of those days when life just can't get any worse?
a/n: thank you so much for your request!! once i read the first four words and found out it was about jack i was so happy! this character makes me feel like hiding him in my jacket pocket and protecting him from the whole world, including my favourite white boy; dean. i hope you will enjoy it!!<33 it's so funny that we clicked so quickly because of ketch hahah
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What does it mean to have a bad day? For some, it might involve a pointless hunt for a missing sock in the early hours. Others might deem it a disastrous day if they find themselves in a nerve-wracking business meeting, their professional future hanging by a thread, only to be unexpectedly showered in scalding coffee. But let me tell you, what went down in South Dakota, well, that was beyond any bad day anyone's ever had.
Walking down the bunker's cold, metal stairs, your eyes stayed fixed on Sam's broad back. The echoes of two more pairs of footsteps behind you added an unspoken burden to all four of you. The lengthy, six-hour drive from Sioux Falls passed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional growl of Dean's car engine.
In the midst of this oppressive silence, a tangible anxiety filled the atmosphere, much like the sensation of holding a grenade with a fragile safety pin. Each of you knew that speaking the first word out loud could be equivalent to pulling that pin, possibly setting off a surge of emotions and consequences you weren't prepared to deal with at that moment.
As you finally reached the colossal table stationed at the heart of the spacious room, you wearily rested your hands on the chair's backrest, your head drooping in helpless resignation. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, carrying the weight of the day's exhaustion. In the stillness that followed, you could discern Sam's chair scraping against the floor on the opposite side of the table as he settled himself heavily into it and Dean's footsteps resonated down the corridor, indicating his retreat to the kitchen.
Lifting your exhausted head, you gave a quick once-over to your disheveled clothing, recognizing its disorder. It had not only withstood the harsh impact of multiple falls today but was also stained with splotches of blood. Nervously, you ran your hand through your hair, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Pushing away from the chair, you turned on your heel, scanning the room with a sense of restless anticipation.
You stopped your gaze on the young man by the stairs, who had stayed there the whole time. His face showed a mix of confusion, sympathy, and regret. Your lower lip was gently caught between your teeth as you pondered your next steps. When his gaze met yours, you drew a shallow breath. His appearance wasn't any better than yours, but because he was still Lucifer's son, he appeared more composed than you.
With determination, you approached him step by cautious step until you were standing alongside him. “Jack, are you alright?” you asked, your voice reflecting genuine worry. A quick glance back at Sam, who remained seated at the table, revealed that he was now observing your interaction. You then shifted your attention back to Jack, waiting for his response.
Jack's reply hung in the air like a heavy cloud, his voice a somber murmur that revealed the depth of his guilt. His gaze dropped to his fidgeting hands, fingers twisting in anguish as he confessed, “It's all my fault...”
You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you witnessed the torment in Jack's eyes. In an attempt to ease the crushing weight of his self-blame, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you said gently, your voice a soothing balm, “you're not alone in this. None of us expected it to go down like that.”
Sam, the voice of reason, chimed in from his seat at the table. His tone was calm and reassuring as he added, “Jack, we knew it wouldn't be easy. We'll figure this out together.”
Jack looked up at both of you. His eyes were pools of sorrow, and he seemed on the brink of tears, even though he didn’t know what emotions are. “But you guys almost got killed because of me. I couldn't control my powers, and I let them get too close.”
Before you could offer words of reassurance, Dean's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, “That’s damn right,” he snapped. His anger was palpable, and you could feel the tension rise as he entered with a bottle of beer in his hand. You had been so focused on Jack's emotions that you hadn't noticed Dean approaching.
Your attention shifted to Dean, and it was clear that he had no intentions of concealing his rage. Such suppression was never in his nature. He scrutinized both of you with an intense gaze, his jaw clenched tight, the lines of his face etched with frustration and anger.
Dean proceeded to the table, his movements forceful as he shoved one chair back with a grating screech before taking a seat. The bottle of beer landed on the table with a heavy thud, emphasizing his simmering anger, and the room seemed to shrink with the weight of his emotions. It was a moment where words hung in the balance, and the fragile tension in the air threatened to shatter at any moment.
Jack’s connection to his human emotions was weak, but regret had clear place in his eyes, keenly sensed Dean's anger. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he shifted uncomfortably, his body language a reflection of the confusion within him. In a moment of desperation, he cast a furtive glance in your direction, silently pleading for support, his eyes searching for any sign of comfort.
You, on the other hand, found yourself torn between conflicting emotions. Your heart ached for Jack, understanding the crushing guilt that weighed on him, yet you also knew the importance of not undermining Dean's authority. It was a delicate balancing act that you had become all too familiar with, navigating in these tense moments.
Dean finally broke the oppressive silence, his voice laced with bitterness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud. “You know, Jack, your little power surge not only almost got us killed, but it also cost us Castiel at the very beginning of your existence. You may not remember, but he sacrificed himself to save you.”
Jack's expression remained stoic, but his eyes bore the weight of remorse as he regarded the hunter. “I didn't ask him to,” he replied, his voice carrying the burden of the past.
Dean's face remained unyielding, his anger unwavering in the face of Jack's distress. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on the young Nephilim. “Doesn't change the fact that he's gone because of you.”
The room seemed to shrink with the intensity of the moment, emotions swirling like a storm around the three of you. Jack's regret was a silent force, Dean's anger an unrelenting presence, and you, caught in the middle, felt the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy shroud.
You decided to step in, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as you tried to ease the heavy tension in the room. You spoke gently, "Dean, listen," in a calm and careful way, "Jack didn't want these powers, and he didn't want Cas to save him. None of us knew this would happen."
Dean looked at you, his anger softening just a bit as he heard your caring tone. You had been through a lot with the Winchesters, so you knew how emotions could run high.
But Dean, being stubborn as ever, couldn't let go of his anger towards Jack. He narrowed his eyes at you and replied with bitterness,
“Yeah, well, empathy won't bring Cas back,” he retorted, the pain of loss seeping through every syllable. “Neither will help any of the people who have been harmed today, because of him.”
Jack, still struggling to contain his emotions, lowered his head in acknowledgment. He understood the depth of Dean's anger, and he carried the weight of guilt knowing that nothing he said could bring back the angel who had given his life to protect him.
You exchanged a quick, supportive glance with Jack, a silent understanding passing between you two. Then, you turned your steady attention back to Dean, determined to break through the walls of resentment that had formed around him. “We're all hurting, Dean,” you said, your voice laced with sincerity. “But pointing fingers and blaming Jack won't change the past. We have to move forward together if we're going to face the challenges that lie ahead.”
Dean's jaw clenched, and he took another long, deliberate sip from his beer bottle, as if using the act as a moment of respite from his simmering anger. It was clear that he was still seething, but your words had managed to make some impact, no matter how small.
“Fine,” he grumbled, his anger not completely gone but his tone less harsh. He reluctantly agreed to try and move forward, but he was still stubborn. “But don't think for a second that I'm okay with any of this.”
You nodded, acknowledging Dean's raw emotions. “We know you're not, Dean. But we're a team, and we need to stick together.”
Jack, encouraged by your words and Dean's reluctant acceptance, finally found the courage to speak up again. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make amends and prove myself to all of you.”
Dean's gaze remained fixed on his beer bottle, and while he didn't offer immediate forgiveness or approval, he also didn't object further. It was a tenuous truce, fragile as glass, but it was some kind of a start, and everyone knows that the beginnings are always the hardest.
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bi-bard · 2 years
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First 'I Love You' - Team Free Will 2.0 Preference (Supernatural)
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Title: First 'I Love You'
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline
Word Count: 1,454 words
Warning(s): (Dean's) mention of canon-typical violence, (Sam's) none, (Cas's) none, (Jack's) Season 14 spoilers, mention of death
Author's Note: *guilty voice* Hey Supernatural fans... been a while, huh?... nice to see you. How are you? How long has it been?
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Dean Winchester:
It had been a long hunt.
Not particularly rough, just long. It took forever to get answers and then getting a solution to the problem was an entirely separate ordeal.
I was tired, I was grumpy, and I felt like I had been covered head to toe in crap. Not literal crap, but you get the point.
So, I am going to say that I was understandably upset when the hunt was over, and Dean started laughing.
We were both catching our breath. Dean was leaning forward with his hands on his knees. I had been pacing a bit, trying to calm myself down. I looked over at him when I heard him chuckling. That chuckling soon turned into full laughter.
"What the hell are you laughing at," I asked.
He stood up straight. "You're telling me none of this is a little funny."
"Not particularly."
"Well, trust me," he pointed all around us. "This entire situation is hilarious."
I watched him chuckle for a few more moments before running a hand over my face and sighing.
"You are so lucky that I love you," I muttered.
There was a beat before Dean spoke up, "What was that?"
I felt like I had swallowed my tongue.
Dean and I had been together for a while at that point. However, saying 'I love you' had kind of been pushed to the back burner. The amazing world of hunting had left both of us hesitant to say it because then, everything became too real. There was more risk. More fear.
"Did you say that you loved me," he asked, smirking at me.
I scoffed nervously before rolling my eyes. "Don't be an ass about it."
I went to walk away but Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me back over to him. He kissed me gently, smiling against my lips.
He leaned back for a moment to speak, "I love you too."
I grinned and looked down for a moment. "We... um... We should probably get out of here."
"Just a minute," Dean muttered before leaning forward to kiss me again.
If the hunt had been shitty, at least I could have some good memory tied to it.
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Sam Winchester:
The hunting life didn't usually allow for sweet moments.
It was a lot of running around, fighting, and a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms. There simply wasn't room for many hunters to allow themselves good things.
When I met Sam, it felt like he was meant to be one of the good things. One of the few things that I got to hold onto for no reason other than the fact that I wanted to.
I tried to work sweet moments into our relationship when I could. Nothing extravagant. Just nice.
One night, I sent Dean out to the bar and took over the kitchen. I made dinner for Sam and me. It wasn't a complicated recipe, but it was enough for a small date night.
"Sammy!" I yelled down the hall after setting the table.
"Yeah," I heard from another room.
"Come to the kitchen!"
"Alright!"
I stepped back quickly, going to stand next to the table. I looked around the kitchen. I cleaned up most of the mess before I called him in.
Sam jogged in, stopping on the top step into the kitchen.
His eyebrows furrowed. "What's this?"
"Dinner," I said simply. I motioned to the table. "Ta-da."
There was a pause before Sam leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"Thank you," he mumbled to me. "You didn't need to do this."
"I know," I nodded. "I wanted to."
He thanked me again before we both sat down.
The dinner itself was normal. It was calm and relaxing. In our lives, we didn't get that very often, so we took the time to enjoy it when we could.
It was a while later, we were still sitting at the table, now-empty plates were placed off to the side. I don't quite remember what we had been talking about at the time.
There was a small dip in the conversation.
Sam reached over and grabbed my hands across the table. I grinned, running my thumb along his skin. I went to look him in the eye again.
"(Y/n)," he muttered. I hummed to show I was listening. "I... I love you."
My smile slowly grew before I leaned over the table and kissed him. He chuckled a bit against my lips.
"I love you too," I mumbled as I leaned back.
Our life didn't leave a lot of room for nice things. But that just seemed to make the nice moments even more special.
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Castiel:
"Y'know, you don't have to stay here at night."
I knew Cas didn't sleep.
He had told me that himself.
But at some point during our relationship, he had started falling into this pattern of lying next to me through the night. I didn't mind having him there, but I felt guilty for forcing him to be stuck there for however long I may actually get to sleep that night.
He was there right now, letting me wrap my arms tight around his torso. My face was kind of hidden in his neck as I spoke.
"What do you mean," Cas asked.
"I mean that you don't have to spend the night lying next to me," I explained. "I don't want you to feel trapped here."
"I don't feel trapped," he replied.
I just nodded, relaxing into his arms.
"Do you want me to go?"
"No, no, no," I tilted my head, so I was looking at him. "I like having you here. I was just making sure that you didn't feel obligated to be here. I didn't want to force you to stay."
He didn't respond for a moment.
I sighed, feeling bad. I thought I had overstepped and made him feel guilty. I liked having him there. I was just trying to be nice.
"I thought what I was doing was a normal thing to do with someone you love," he replied after a few moments.
I paused, eyes going wide.
Cas tilted his head as best he could to look at me.
He must've caught sight of how shocked I was.
"Did I say that too soon," he asked. "Dean warned me about that potentially scaring you away-"
"No," I moved even further back. One of my hands cupped the side of his face. "You didn't say it too soon. I was just a bit shocked. That's all."
There was a pause before a smile broke out on my face.
"I love you too," I muttered before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.
There was no way that it had happened too early.
The moment was too perfect for that to be the case.
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Jack Kline (Season 14, Episode 8):
There was this long pause.
After Jack had jumped up from the table and rambled out whatever spell Dean had handed them.
The room was just quiet.
Dean and Sam moved first, both hugging Jack.
I couldn't get myself to move at first. I felt like I was cemented to the floor. Maybe my brain was in denial still. Like some part of me thought I was imagining the whole thing.
"(Y/n)-"
Hearing Jack say my name seemed to be enough to get me to move. I stepped forward quickly, wrapping my arms around them. I let out a sigh as they hugged me back.
"I thought I lost you forever," I muttered. I let out a sigh. My hands cupped the sides of Jack's face as I moved back.
There was a small pause as they grinned at me. I grinned back.
"Sammy."
I didn't see what Dean did, but I heard the brothers walk out of the room. I moved, going to sit next to Jack on the table.
"How are you feeling," I asked.
"Fine," they replied. "It's nice to not be dead anymore."
"I would imagine," I chuckled. There was a pause, I reached over and took their hand. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," they mumbled.
"Jack..."
I trailed off for a moment. In a matter of moments, I was second-guessing everything.
"Yeah," they asked.
"I... I love you," I muttered.
The smile that formed on their face made my heart melt. I smiled back.
Jack looked down for a moment before speaking, "I love you too."
We both seemed to let out a nervous laugh at the same time, looking down to avoid how embarrassed we both looked.
I leaned over and rested my head on Jack's shoulder. They rested their head on mine.
I would've given anything to hold onto that soft moment forever.
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Author's Note: I can't explain it, but Jack's gives off Heartstopper vibes. Is that just me? Does anyone else see it?
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only-goose · 28 days
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More than Nougat
Synopsis: You taught Jack about hickies and now he’s obsessed
Warnings: none really, just a whole lotta fluff
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Nothing! There was absolutely nothing! No beer, no bacon, no nothing! And who would’ve eaten all the food and not replace it? The two black holes for humans you live with. The Winchesters, those boys with their bottomless stomachs drove you crazy sometimes. You’re half tempted to throw Jack into the accusation but he’s still figuring the foods he likes.
“I’m going on a supply run!” You shout through the halls. All you hear is a couple grunts of acknowledgement, until a voice behind you says “can I come?” You nearly jump out of your skin, not expecting to see Jack behind you. “You scared the shit outta be dude, but yeah, of course you can come” you answered him. “Sorry for scaring you y/n” he apologises.
You chuckle his apology off, trying not to let your heart run wild. Even though Jack was only, technically, a few years old, he resembled someone of your own age. This very quickly led you to falling for him, his newborn innocence, childish humour and clinginess (you loved though, let’s be real).
“Alrighty Jack, let’s go” you say as you lead him up the stairs, to the garage. You unlock your ‘64 Pontiac and hope in, turning on some background music before peeling out of the bunker.
“Can we have a movie night tonight, y/n?” The nephilim asks. “Absolutely” you reply “what do you wanna watch?” He sits there and has a hard think about it, “I don’t know, I’ll look up movies when we get to the bunker. Can we get snacks now though?” He asks. You nod your head as you park. You pull out a trolley and give it to Jack to push, while you wander around and get enough food to supposedly last a few weeks (you knew better than the expect it would last a few days).
Jack absolutely piles the junk food into the trolley, which gives you a good laugh, still enamoured with his childishness. He gives you a massive grin and keeps walking, always making sure to look behind him and make sure you’re still there. You head to the checkout and pay for the mountain of food you bought, Jack standing shoulder to shoulder with you the entire time, watching you interact with the register guy. Jack means his head on your shoulder after you pay and keep making small talk, even though you’ve finished all you need to do. Jack links his hand to yours to try and push his point, he doesn’t wanna be near anyone but you anymore.
After you get home, Jack wizzes off to the computer to search for a movie while you pack away the food, keeping out the snack for movie night. Jack comes bounding in a few minutes later, a dvd in hand, and says “I wanna watch this one” he hold it up for you to see. You look at him and asks if he’s sure, “I’ve never seen it so I really wanna try” he replies. You hold on your giggles as you make your way towards the dean-cave (you think it’s a silly name but whatever).
You press play on the movie as you and Jack get comfortable next to each other on the couch, sitting leg to leg so you can both reach the junk food. Sandy and Danny start singing on your tv screen and it has Jack laughing, you don’t know what at, but you don’t care. Getting to see Jack make you laugh makes your day a little brighter.
You get to the point in the movie when Rizzo appears with hickies from Kenickie. “Y/n?” Jack gets your attention as he taps your shoulder. You pause the movie as you turn to Jack, “what’s wrong?” Jack points at Rizzo and says “what’s wrong with her neck, who has hands small enough to punch her like that?” He ponders “or did she get bitten my a vampire? Some vampire bites look like that, don’t they?”
Jack looks at you concerned as you bust out laughing. “Oh Jack, those are called hickies” you tell him. He raises his eyebrow, almost like he want to ask something, so you continue. “When two people like each other a lot, some like marking their partner. It’s kind of like a possession thing” you can see the cogs turning in his head, trying to make sense of what you said.
“I like you a lot, and I don’t like when you talk to people that aren’t me, so do I put hickies on you?” Jack admits, a big grin adorning his plush lips. You feel a bit conflicted, maybe you didn’t make it clear enough that it was an ‘in love’ type of like, not a ‘just friends’ type of like and so you told him. “I don’t think you get it, it’s for people who love each other. Like want to get married and have a family, kind of love. Not the kind of love you have for friends”
His grin doesn’t falter, “I know what you meant, y/n, and I mean what I said. I like you a lot, the ‘love’ type of like. I wanna hold your hand, and kiss you, and I want you to give me hickies and I want to give you some too” if you were a cartoon, you knew you’d have hearts in your eyes and heart would be thumping out of your chest at Jacks brazen confession.
He watches you patiently as you lean over and peck his lips, testing to water. “I like you a lot too, Jack” you say as you make deep eye contact. Jack kisses you back grinning. “Can you give me a hickie y/n?” He asks shyly. “It’s kind of something you have to build up to. You have to start with marking out before you move to hickies” Jack smashes his lips onto yours as soon as you finish your sentence.
After showing Jack how to make out, you pull away which causes a small whine to rise from Jacks throat. “I’m gonna give you a hickie now, ok?” You say as Jack vigorously nods his head. You got back to kissing his lips, then start trailing them towards his neck. You spend a couple seconds looking around for his weak spot, knowing you’ve found it when he moans and bursts a light bulb.
You look up and see his eyes glowing gold “sorry” he says sheepishly. You kiss his lips, then go back to his neck. You suck and nip at the supple skin, causing all sorts of noises to come out of Jack. You pull back “that should give you a nice purple one in the morning” you say. Jack nods as you both lie down, his head on your chest as you doze off.
You wake up to Jack shaking you, “look, it’s here!” He bounces around, clearly happy to the new addition on marks on his skin when he says, “I think I like this more than nougat”
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Ever Heard Of Knocking?
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Pairing: Jack Kline X Winchester!Reader (she/her)
Requested by: anon
Warnings: spoiler 13x07 and onward
Word Count: 1,284
Summary: Dean wants a movie night, Sam wants to read and Jack and Y/N want some quality time together. Or: a normal day with the Winchester family and their nosiness
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For the first time in ages, Sam was really back in the mood for a good old book. Two hours of straight up silence and a warm bed did that to a person - returning to their deepest desires (well, not deepest, but certainly the most relaxing ones).
It was a damn interesting book too, full of plot twists and deep layered characters. Sam had caught the first major betrayal and was just getting to the juicy part when someone knocked on his door.
Typical. He put his finger between the pages. "Come in."
"There you are!" Dean pushed the door open with his elbow, two beers in each hand and a rare smile on his face. "What do you think of a nice ol' movie night?"
"Uhm," his first reaction was to decline. He was quite comfortable right here.
But then, Sam made the mistake of really looking at his brother. The circles under his eyes hadn't evened out completely yet, not even Cas' presence had erased all of his worries.
The movie night was clearly an attempt at normalcy. And Sam would be damned if he didn't give him that. "Sounds great. Let's get the rest."
"Awesome." Dean put down two of the beer bottles. He waved him over so Sam obeyed and got up from his bed. Ugh, the mattress was practically calling for him.
In the corridor, Dean pointed towards Jack's door. It was not closed entirely which Sam found odd. Jack always kept it shut. "You'll get the kids and I Cas, oka- what was that?'
A lifetime of danger had Sam on alert immediately.
The noise again.
"Are those bedsprings?" Dean looked slightly murderous, "from Y/N's room?"
There was exactly one person in the bunker who frequented Y/N's room aside from her brothers.
Jack.
Dean was already halfway across the floor when Sam caught up with him and just barely stopped him from kicking down the door.
Which in hindsight was maybe not the best idea. Now that they were closer, they could hear the conversation from inside.
Wet noises, then Jack's voice. "That feels... Weird."
"Good weird, or bad weird?" Y/N this time, teasing tone that Sam recognised from more than one overheard flirt.
"Good weird," Jack said and sighed.
Oh God.
This couldn't be happening.
While Sam was still feeling faintly sick of what he was listening to, Dean had already taken action into his own hands. With a stony expression on his face, he barrelled into the room.
"What the hell is going on here?" The threat was pretty clear in his voice, a stark contrast to the relaxed conversation that had come from the room moments ago.
Jack and Y/N looked up at once and stared at them like little kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
For a long minute, no one said anything. Y/N and Jack were recovering from the shock of being barged into on and Sam and Dean were taking in the scene in front of them.
They hadn't been making out. At least that was a win for today, Sam decided there and then.
"Uh, facemasks?" Y/N waved her brush in explanation. "I was just applying it to his face when you barged in. That was pretty rude by the way."
And frankly speaking, that was exactly what was going on. Jack was sitting cross legged on her bed with his face full of a strange foam, the only free space being his left cheek. It appeared that he was smiling underneath it - nervously if Sam was judging that right. Y/N was sitting across from him, a bunch of bottles of all kinds of lotions and face masks - presumably to give a bigger choice - laying spread around her while she was sitting on her heels, facing Jack.
Dean, of course, had a pretty reasonable reaction. "What the hell?"
"Y/N said it would be fun! Like a sleepover," Jack explained helpfully.
While Dean was gaping at his little sister, words quite literally stripped away momentarily, Y/N grinned brightly. "See? Nothing to be worried about, you big mama bear."
"That's-"
"-true," Sam jumped in. He had a fleeting suspicion that there was something more going on here but he was not in the mood for family therapy right now. With a subtle step in front of Dean, Sam raised the beer bottles, "Actually, we came to get you guys for a few movies?"
"Didn't you say that movies are also watched at a sleepover?" Jack turned towards Y/N, excitement lacing his voice at the idea.
And there it was. Her face softened immediately when Jack reached for her hand. Yeah, his sister definitely got a crush.
"We're in," Y/N said while getting up from the bed. She let his hand drop casually, her eyes jumping to Dean, "but first let's get the masks off, alright?"
Once again, Dean started to say something and once again, Sam interrupted him. "Cool! Dean, didn't you want to get Cas? We'll meet you with food in the Dean cave."
The fact that Sam actually used the name was enough to have Dean momentarily distracted and follow through with the instructions.
As soon as he was out of the door and out of ear shot, Sam turned towards Jack and Y/N. Jack was looking at him, head tilted slightly in a very familiar way and his sister was staring at Jack. Sam cleared his throat. "Jack why don't you go clean your face?"
"You can use my bathroom," Y/N added.
Her eyes followed him as he left the room, an absent minded smile on her face.
"You do know that you've got some of that foam on your lips as well, don't you?"
It wasn't true but Y/N blushed and rubbed at them furiously. So they had been making out after all. They had a pretty quick reaction time, Sam had to admit.
"Is it off now?" She asked while simultaneously reaching for her phone to use as a mirror and check.
When she saw that there actually was nothing, she scoffed and shook her hair out. Someone was embarrassed at getting caught. So far, Sam was enjoying this maybe a little too much.
"Please don't tell Dean." And there it was.
He sighed and swung his right arm around her shoulder. "He'll find out eventually."
"But not from you," Y/N begged again and gave him a taste of his own medicine. Her best puppy eyes.
Sam acted like he was thinking about it. "What do I get out of this?"
Then, Y/N shoved him. But she was smiling. Yeah, he could never deny her anything for too long. "Dick."
"No, seriously," he insisted.
Just then, Jack came back into the room. He hesitated when he saw the both of them standing there, Y/N tugged into her brother's side.
"You get to see your sister happy?" Y/N offered sweetly and wiggled free from his grip to take Jack's hand.
Again, the nephilim hesitated for barely a moment, eyes darting over to Sam before closing his fingers around her smaller hand. A slow smile spread on his face as he looked down at their interlocked fingers.
Damn, she was good. And the both of them were stupidly in love.
As if Sam would say anything against it now. He hadn't seen his sister so happy in a long time and that alone was reason enough to like Jack. Not that Sam hadn't done that before, that kid had a pure heart and would never hurt Y/N willingly. Yeah, this could have gone far worse. "Deal."
"Cool!" Y/N grinned at him and then leaned over to press a kiss to Jack's cheek. "Let's go watch some movies."
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ohwowimlonley · 2 years
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DAY EIGHTEEN
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Jack Kline + oral fixation kink
[warnings - fluff, clueless!jack, oral fixation]
[word count - 697]
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Jack has always had an issue with focusing. It’s never become an outright problem - one that must be solved immediately - but his mind is almost always wandering. 
Another quaint foible of his is that his mouth is always moving, an unrelenting slew of completely useless information and questions tumbling from it. 
You have recently learned the trick to solving these problems. The Winchester brothers haven’t learned this yet - you doubt they would humour the concept if they found it out - but it’s become your go-to for when you need him to absorb a great deal of information.
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“Jack, honey,” you nudge him, ever so gently with the tips of your fingers on the curve of his shoulder, rousing him from his television-induced daze and snapping his attention to you, “can we talk about something for a minute?”
“Sure!” He always talks like this; as if a puppy were endowed with the ability to speak, you can almost see his fictional tail wagging. It never fails to make you grin like a madman, flattered by his sheer excitement of just the prospect of conversing with you. 
Despite this, his attention soon drifts back to the colourful display on the tv. You almost roll your eyes, but it is your own fault (there’s no way of keeping his attention when Scooby Doo is playing).
“Jack,” you lilt, stroking your nimble fingers over his clothed shoulder as you reach over for the remote. You shut the tv off, much to Jack’s chagrin, and turn him to face you, “I need to talk to you, okay? So you need to listen to me. D’you think you can do that for me?”
To anyone else, you might sound condescending, but Jack seems to enjoy the light tone to your voice. He bobs his head along to your words, though you’re not entirely convinced he’s actually absorbing any information.
“Okay, so, I was thinking, since the boys are out for the weekend, we might want to give the place a good tidy,” you suggest, carding your fingers absentmindedly through his soft locks. 
Again, his attention seems to float away with the sensation of your nails scratching at his scalp. He leans into your palm, following the pleasant itching like a cat when you catch the right spot behind its ear. You want to feel frustrated with him, but it’s just so difficult when he acts innocently, with his wide, vacant eyes boring into your own.
“Jack, honey,” you drop your sweet tone a tad, letting him know you want his full focus, “I know you find it hard to listen sometimes, but let’s try really hard, okay?”
He nods firmly. He’s determined this time; he will not get distracted.
Two minutes later, he’s back in wonderland.
“Baby,” you sigh. Jack looks back to you, then frowns.
“I’m sorry,” he insists. He wants to pay you attention. You know he does. He just… can’t, “I am sorry, I- I-”
“Shh, I know,” you soothe, pushing your hand over a thick patch of his hair and smoothing it down onto his forehead. You lean over, press a kiss over the makeshift fringe, “how about we try something to help you focus?”
“Like what?” He cocks his head, ever the curious boy.
“Well,” you stall, blinking harshly and fending off the warmth rising in your cheeks, “maybe I should just show you, is that okay?”
He doesn’t even pretend to consider your offer before nodding enthusiastically. You shuffle closer to him, your thighs overlap his. You carry on talking, but, as you do so, begin slipping your fingers up his chin and pull his lips apart, then his teeth. The pads of your fingers push down on his tongue, allowing the young man to suckle gently at the length of your finger. His eyes close contentedly, and his forehead drops to your shoulder. He nods along to most of your statements, humming garbled sounds around your fingers to indicate his approval of your suggestions.
It may not be the most conventional way, but you’ve found the perfect way to seize Jack’s full attention. And, if you like it a little too, no one has to know.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 months
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World Domination
Pairing: Apocalypse World!Michael x Daughter!Reader
Word Count: ~1.9k
Warnings: angst, hating humanity
Request by anon: Hey can i request a one shot where au Michael have a daughter (reader) her mother was choose to have a kid we Michael because she is descendant of Gods and some supernatural creatures but before the reader born where mother escaped from the apocalypse world and came to main universe for protect the reader but in the end the reader met au Michael and she is a female copy of him (want to destroy the world, etc)?
Summary: Michael impregnates a woman so he can have a Nephilim by his side while he rules over humanity. She won't let that happen, but she doesn't know how persistent you will become once you're born.
Square Filled: free space (2022) for @spnaubingo
Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3
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Keep running, Maeve. Keep running and don’t stop. The woman’s chest starts to close the more she runs without a break, her heart is hammering so fast that she thinks it’s gonna burst out of her chest, and her legs feel like jelly but she has one thought in her mind that keeps her running. 
Don’t stop or he’s gonna catch you.
Trees whiz by her, her feet step on every branch in her way, and nothing can be heard for miles but her ragged breathing and heaving panting. She is three months pregnant, she shouldn’t be running like this. She should be at home in bed eating her favorite foods. She should be shopping for baby items to decorate the nursery with. She should be doing this with anyone but him.
She looks back to see if he’s chasing her and almost falls on her face. She can’t put her baby at risk, not after she’s come so far. She doesn’t know where she’s going, who she’s gonna encounter, or what she’s gonna do, but she knows she needs to get away from him.
Just a few more minutes.
Something is bound to come up in these woods. This entire place has been overtaken by angels who love to hide things in plain sight, and they love manipulating the Earth to fit their needs. Something magical is likely to show up, she just doesn’t know what.
After what seems like hours, she comes to a clearing where there is a strip of gold hovering in mid-air. She doesn’t know what this is or what it’ll do to her, but anything is better than being his captive. Even if it kills her and the baby, they’ll both be free from his pain.
She closes her eyes and runs right into the gold stripe. Gone are the trees and dead land only to be replaced by bright lights, bookshelves, and wooden tables. She gasps and stumbles into what looks like a library and right into the arms of a tall and muscular man.
“Whoa, what is going on?” the man gasps and catches her.
“Close it,” she gasps and points to the gold stripe. “Close it before he comes!”
“Whoa, calm down. What is going on?”
“Whatever that is, close it before he comes and kills us all,” she cries.
“Cas, close it,” another tall man orders a man in a trench coat.
“Jack! Close the portal!”
A younger blonde man walks into view and closes the “portal” with his mind. Maeve doesn’t care who these guys are or what they’re capable of. Anyone is better than Michael.
“You’re safe. Take a deep breath,” the man who caught you says.
Maeve collapses to the ground and just cries. In relief? In fear? Because she can finally stop running? She has been going through nothing but stress these last three months because of Michael; She’s not worried about herself, she’s worried about her baby.
“Please…” She pants. “My baby…” She coughs. “Is my baby alright?”
“You’re pregnant?” the tall man asks. She nods and places a hand on her growing stomach. “Cas, do you mind checking?”
The man in the trench coat, Cas, walks over to her and kneels so that he’s on her level. He reaches his hand out to her just as his eyes glow a familiar blue.
“You’re an angel?” she gasps.
“Yes.”
“Don’t touch me!” Cas jumps back and raises his hands in confusion. “You’re just as bad as he is. I hate angels.”
“Okay, why don’t you take a minute to yourself? My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean. Yes, Cas is an angel, but I can promise you we’re a lot better than whoever you’re running from. Cas is one of the good angels.”
This place is different than Maeve has ever seen before. The portal has closed so she can’t get back to her world right now, so she has no choice but to trust these men. This is for the good of her child.
“Okay, fine,” she whispers.
Cas kneels next to her and he places his hand over her stomach. He uses his angelic powers to check how your child is doing, and he pulls his hand away with a smile.
“She is doing well.”
“She?” Maeve gasps.
“I’m sorry, were you not wanting to know that?”
“No, I just didn’t know she is a she.”
“Why don’t you get cleaned up? I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”
Sam helps her to her feet and escorts her to the big bathroom. He allows her to take as much time as she news while the four men talk inside the library.
“Where the hell did she come from?” Dean asks.
“I don’t know. That portal led to the Apocalypse World. Who do you think she was talking about?”
“It could be anyone,” Cas sighs. Maeve takes thirty minutes to herself before joining the four men inside the library. “Are you okay?”
“I’m better than when I arrived.”
“Can you explain who you are and what’s going on?” Sam asks.
“My name is Maeve and I come from a small town in what used to be Florida. After the big war, everything became ruined. People were forced to travel in groups because the angels screwed up Earth too much to be alone. One of the men who was in my group got close to me… I thought he was normal,” she whispers painfully.
“What happened?”
“He got me pregnant. That’s when I found out his name: Michael. He was the archangel who destroyed Earth. He’s the reason I ran. I ran and didn’t stop because I knew he would have killed me after my baby was born. He caught me a couple of months ago but I escaped and have been running ever since. He’s dangerous, he hates humanity, and he wants to destroy them all. He wants a Nephilim to help him with his plans but I refuse to give him what he wants. I can’t let my baby girl be part of whatever plans he has.”
“Yeah, we know more about Michael than we should. Our Michael is locked inside the cage with Lucifer, so you won’t have to worry about him. We can protect you,” Sam says.
“Without a portal, he can’t come here. You’re safe here.”
“Good. I’m very grateful for your help. I’d like to have the baby here where it’s safe if that’s okay. I need the first thing she sees to be her mother.”
“Of course. Jack, would you mind talking to her?” Sam asks.
“Talk to me about what?”
“I’m a Nephilim,” he says. “My mother got pregnant by Lucifer. Your baby is going to grow very quickly. The only thing is that the human body can’t handle the birth of a Nephilim. You won’t survive the birth.”
“What?”
“My mother died giving birth to me. I’m sorry this happened to you, but something that helped me was the videos she took of herself so I could watch them over and over again.” Tears brim Maeve’s eyes at the thought of never seeing her daughter. “I’ll help you communicate with her. She’s listening to everything.”
“As long as she’s protected, I don’t care what happens to me. I’ve suffered from Michael for far too long. I won’t do it anymore.”
The following month went by faster than Maeve thought it would go. She should be four months pregnant but she feels and looks like she is six. Her baby girl is growing too quickly for her to catch up. Sam and Dean have been nothing but kind to her, Castiel has been taking care of her, and Jack has been interacting with her child.
Another month of taking videos, talking to her baby, and forming relationships goes by as quickly as the first. Maeve has gotten too big to move about on her own, so she’s bedridden for the last couple of weeks of her pregnancy. She rubs her hand over her big bump and leans her head back on the pillow.
“Listen to me, Y/N,” she talks to her child. “I just want you to know how much I love you. When you’re born, you’re not going to meet me. You’ll have Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Jack to take care of you. You remember Jack, right? He’s like you. Just remember that humans are better than the angels. Michael is bad and dangerous and doesn't care about you.”
Maeve has been dreading this day, but it’s time to give birth. She’s proud of the woman and mother she’s become over the course of the pregnancy, but all good things must come to an end. Sam and Dean are on either side of her holding her hands, Cas is at the end of the bed, and Jack is watching from the bedroom door.
“Promise me Y/N will be taken care of,” Maeve cries. “Promise me she’s gonna be okay.”
“We promise,” Sam says.
She gets a sharp pain in her side that tells her it’s time to start pushing. Birthing a Nephilim is nothing like birthing a human child. For one, the baby doesn’t help by wiggling their way out, and a bright white light doesn’t shine when they come out. Maeve tips her head back and screams as loud as she could.
The bright white light shoots out of her and to the corner of the room where you stand to your full height. Much like Jack, you grew up to be a teenager instead of an infant. You need to be at this age for what your father has planned. Your mother lays limp on the bed with blood running down her legs. You look at everyone in the room who has become on high alert.
“Y/N, is it?” Sam asks.
“Where is my father? Where’s Michael?”
“Jack, you want to take the lead on this one?” Dean asks.
“Y/N, I know what you’re feeling right now. I get it. You’re scared. We can help you.”
“I want Michael!”
Power explodes out of you which blasts all four men back into the wall behind them so hard they crack the walls. The power that comes from the birth of a Nephilim is enough to open a rift into another universe. Your power comes from the Apocalypse World so that’s where the rift opens to.
You run out of the bedroom to where the power is coming from, and you jump through the portal without a second thought. Gone are the bright lights, bookshelves, and wooden tables only to be replaced by trees and dead land. You look around the place and use your power to close the rift so they can’t get to you.
Jack is a Nephilim like you so he’ll be able to create a portal to here but closing it buys you some time.
“Y/N?”
You turn to see a black man with his arms stretched out.
“Dad!”
You run into his arms and bury your head in his chest.
“Welcome home, my angel.”
“I’m eager to get started.” For the past six months, you’ve heard nothing but what everyone else was saying. Humans are good. Sam and Dean are good people. Castiel is a good angel. Michael is a bad angel. Sam and Dean can protect you. Nothing they said is true because the only good person in this world is Michael, and he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. “Humans need to be destroyed.”
“That’s my girl,” he grins.
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too-many-baes · 2 years
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The Cambion & the Nephilim
Pairing: fem!Cambion!reader x Jack Kline
Warning(s): N/A
Word Count: 1.7K
Request: "Hi! Could I please request Jack Kline with a cambion (demon and human hybrid) significant other?" - by Anon
A/N: Woohoo, Non-Stop August keeps on keepin' on. This is a heinously old request, so I am so sorry anonny and I hope you're still active to enjoy it!
I still have a few days at the end of August to fill in, so if you have any requests don't be shy, send 'em in x
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You stand in your almost completely hidden spot behind a tree by the bunker, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth and hopping from foot to foot.
You knew Jack could never afford to give you a precise time of when he’d be emerging to meet you, due to the Winchester’s erratic sleep schedule, but the waiting was always the worst bit, no matter how prepared you were for it. You currently had only been waiting 40 minutes tonight, your record being 2 hours. Every time you found yourself second guessing whether or not you should hang around, Jack’s happy face cleared any lingering doubts.
Sometimes you caught yourself wondering what your father would say, or any of your fathers’ friends. A Cambion, half demon, half human, hanging around and waiting for a Nephilim, half angel, half human, to sneak out from under his guardians’ noses. You could hear it now, the taunting and teasing, the chiding and laughing. You were a Cambion, chasing around after some Winchesters play thing like a dog with a bone.
“It’s Jack.” You were broken out of your thoughts with hands covering your eyes from behind. You giggle to yourself, pulling his hands away and turning to face him, keeping one hand in your hold.
“That’s not how that goes Jack, remember you have to say ‘guess who’ first?” You relay, correcting him on the greeting you’d told him about last week. He seems confused but relents that he’d gotten it wrong, simply smiling down at you, happy to be back in your company.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” He asks as he gets into the passenger seat of your beat-up old Camaro.
“I thought we’d go see a movie.”
“Which one?” He asks excitedly.
“Whichever one you want.” You pull up at the theatre and head inside, giving Jack’s arm a tug as he goes to head for the queue. He looks at you in confusion before a devious smile spreads across your face.
“This your first rodeo partner?” You question, knowing full well that it probably was. “You don’t pay for your ticket, you wait until the staff are too busy and you sneak in.”
“Isn’t that stealing?”
“I guess technically, but barely.” He seems hesitant at first, as he always was, but you fix him with a smile that has him agreeing to your plan. Just like you knew he would.
On paper the two of you shouldn’t have gotten along the way you did, but in a way you thought that you balanced each other out. You were both stuck in your weird situations, of no doing of your own, of being half of two worlds. Not quite human and not quite supernatural, it was clear when the two of you met that you were lost, searching desperately for how you fit into the bigger picture.
Sure, Jack was innocent and naïve, and you were reckless and liked to live on the edge. You made Jack live on the wild side a little, and he pulled you back when you were going to far. You figured that between the two of you, you’d figure everything out just fine.
You creep in and pull Jack into the bathrooms with you, instructing him that you’d have to hide for 5 minutes before you were sure the hostess would be gone. He seemed alarmed to be in the girls bathrooms at first, telling you that Dean had told him he wasn’t allowed to go in there, but you shushed him and calmed his nerves by telling him that everyone who needed to go would’ve gone well before now.
With your time up you pull on his hand with a devilish grin, peeking your head out of the door to double check the coast was clear. With a childish glee on your face you lead him quickly into the cinema and claim 2 seats in the otherwise completely empty back row. You turn your head and let a giggle out, resting your chin on his shoulder to whisper into his ear.
“See, how easy was that?” He looks down at your grinning face and smiles back, giving you a reassuring nod before fixing his eyes on the screen.
You hadn’t actually bothered to check what was playing, but to your amusement it was a fairly B-grade horror movie. The special effects were that poor that you found yourself laughing at a lot of the scenes, earning you a glare or 2 from other patrons.
Jack however was not enjoying himself. Whenever you’d laugh he’d cover his eyes with his hands, or nuzzle his head into your neck while covering his ears. You couldn’t help but stroke his hair whenever he did, eventually offering up a hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing on it throughout the movie.
“I don’t think I like horrors.” You don’t mean to, but one look at his ashen face has you peeling with laughter. Jack’s brows that were initially furrowed at your reaction eased as the laughter took a hold of him too, making you look like 2 giggling idiots. Although you often found yourselves in this exact same moment, laughing with each other night after night, you never got sick of the sound.
As much as you hated to admit it you knew you had to get Jack home soon, lest either of the brothers should awake to find him missing. You had had a couple of close calls, but you planned your evenings well enough that you always managed to evade them.
It would seem your luck had run out tonight though. You pull up to the outside of the bunker, shitty pop song blaring on the radio as you sang along and Jack enjoyed listening, to see that you were greeted by both of the Winchester brothers. You involuntarily roll your eyes, taking your time in putting the car into a rolling stop.
As soon as the car had ceased its movements Dean was yanking open the passenger side door and grabbing Jack’s arm, pulling him out of the car.
“What do you think you’ve been doing?” You hear Dean ask as you too get out of the car, unsure whether the question was directed at you or Jack.
“Chill papa D,” you decide to answer, raising your hands in mock surrender, “I’ve returned your precious little angel, not a scratch upon that pretty face of his.”
“Now you listen here,” Dean replies, releasing Jack and advancing on you with a finger pointed, “you stay away from Jack, you hear me?”
“Dean.” Jack chimes in from his spot beside Sam. Dean turns his head to look at him as he talks. “She’s my friend.”
“Do you even know what she is?” Sam queries. Jack simply nods at Sam, looking between the brothers with that innocent gaze that told everyone he couldn’t see the problem.
“So then you know she’s bad news.” Dean fixes his gaze back on you, his hard stare that was clearly meant to intimidate running off of you like water on a duck’s back.
“Jack’s not some easily corruptible child you know. He can make his own decisions, and that includes who he hangs out with.”
“Not where you’re concerned.” You let a tsk pass through your lips, looking at Sam with a look that was supposed to shame him for speaking. Dean retreats from you, going to whisper in Jack’s ear. The man’s whisper may have been a yell where you were concerned, and you caught his sentence as clear as a bell.
“You are not to see that girl again, you hear me? We’ll talk more inside, go.” Jack remains standing in place with his eyes sullenly fixed on you, to Sam’s shock and Dean’s annoyance.
“C’mon toots, can’t you let a girl say goodbye?” Dean looks ready to boil over at your attitude but a cough from Sam has him simmering down. A pat on the back and a nod towards you from the tallest Winchester was all the encouragement Jack needed to hastily make his way towards you, throwing his arms around your waist as your arms hold him firmly around his neck.
“They’re not going to let me see you again.” His words were muffled by your neck, but he raises his head and fixes you with a confused glance when a chuckle escapes your mouth. With his arms still around your waist you place your hands on either of his cheeks, fixing his face to you as you speak.
“You really think I’m going to let the Winchesters keep you from me?” His frown immediately transforms, but you shake your head at him at the motion. “No no, keep that frown in place Jack, they need to think that you’re still upset.”
He nods in understanding, placing a far more comical version of his earlier frown on his face. You place a delicate and lingering kiss on his cheek, pulling him in close so you could whisper in his ear.
“I’ll be waiting outside on Friday. Now go act heartbroken.” As if to sell the scene, when Jack pulls away from you he refuses to release one of your hands as you go to walk to your car. Sam sympathetically walks over and claps his shoulder, your hand becoming free in the same instance.
You seat yourself in the driver’s seat and forlornly smile at Jack, starting the car before blowing a small kiss to him. He makes a show of catching it and clutching it to his chest, bringing a smile to your face as you pulled away from the bunker.
As you look in the rear view mirror you could see the Winchesters shuffling back inside with Jack in tow, although his eyes remained on your disappearing car.
You smile to yourself and turn up the radio again, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat.
If the Winchesters seriously thought that telling you off would be enough to keep you away from the Nephilim then they had another thing coming.
You weren’t going to let either of you keep living the half existence you’d been trapped in before you met. Your halves completed each other, and if the Winchesters weren’t so prejudiced against your kind they’d be able to see that too.
No matter. You were going to see your angel on Friday.
Winchesters be damned.
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sweet-heart-jack · 14 days
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The first one is based on the scene where bobby finds out dean sold his soul to bring back Sam in 2×22 but instead of bobby it's dean's girlfriend the reader
The second one is an Adam Milligan fanfic based on 15×08 after Adam and Michael escape hell but it doesn't follow the plot completely
The last one is a Jack kline fanfic based on 15×19 when jack becomes the new god
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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year
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Very first time; Jack Kline x reader smut
*Author’s note*
Okay well this has been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for awhile but after a few weeks of work and planning (and some major procrastinating) I FINALLY came around and got to this request so @gabrielasilva1510​ this is for you and thank you for being soo patient with me.
Now this is a SMUT fic so there is some sexual content in here so any minors that follow me LOOK AWAY!!!! DO. NOT READ THIS STORY!!! it’s not hardcore smut but still a smut story nevertheless.
Warnings: sexual content, fluff, camping fun, P in V sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), references to other fandoms and movies. 
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I was putting the sleeping bags as well as the tent set into the jeep while Jack was coming in bringing the cooler with the drinks.
“You sure the drinks won’t get warm on the way up there?” he asked me.
“Babe that’s why we’re getting ice at the gas station. Besides this jeep needs gas too while we’re at it because somebody forgot to fill the tank!” I proclaimed while turning to Sam.
“Okay how long are you gonna hang this over my head?”
“As long as it takes. You know how many times Dean and I have told you about that? Whoever gets the gas tank under a 100 miles, fills the tank.”
“See even she can remember the rules.” Said Dean coming in eating a ham, turkey, pastrami and bacon sandwich he had made. Sam rolled his eyes and I said after closing the back door.
“Okay I think that’s everything.”
“So we can leave now?” asked Jack excitedly. I nodded.
“I still don’t feel comfortable with you two going on this camping trip by yourselves.” Dean said.
“Dean, just because many of our early cases took place during a camping trip doesn’t mean it’ll happen to us. Unlike those guys, we know the warning signs for Wendigo’s, werewolves, vamps and even faeries.” Dean glowered at me at mentioning the fairy thing to him.
“Did you at least pack the basic protection?” Sam asked.
“And not just against monsters.” Dean added. My face went red and Jack started to say.
“You mean protection as in con—”
“Do you really need to say that Dean? We’re not gonna do anything like that!”
“Can’t go wrong. Plus I don’t want you coming back and making us uncles just yet.”
“Jesus you are such a pervert.” I groaned.
“But seriously (Y/n), you do have some form of protection? In both matters.” Sam asked me.
“Yes Sam and please don’t agree with Dean about the latter suggestion.” He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay Jack get in the car, we’re outta here.” He did as I told him and I got into the driver seat and started the engine.  “See you bitches in a week. And do me a favor, don’t blow this place up while we’re gone or have another end of the world crisis on our hands.”
“We’re Winchesters, we make no such promises.” Dean said as he munched on his sandwich once again.
“Have a good time you two, be safe.” Sam told us.
“Yes Ranger Sam.” I teased before putting the jeep into drive and soon Jack and I left the bunker garage and drove down the road to the nearest gas station to get ice as well as fill up the car.
After doing all that and filling the cooler with ice for the drinks, I got back into the jeep and started up the engine.
“Okay Jack, since we’ve got full control over the radio, what genre of music shall it be today?”
“I did enjoy that 80’s playlist you made. Especially after you showed me that show Odd Things.”
“You mean Stranger things babe. Alright 80’s it is.” I went through my phone and opened up my music playlist and scrolled through until I found my 1980s Greatest songs playlist.  Sure Dean may say that everything after 1979 sucks, but he clearly hadn’t heard some of these artists like Kate Bush, Prince, Queen’s later music in the 80’s, Whitney Houston, A-Ha, and of course my man Phil Collins.
I first played the song ‘In the Air tonight’ to get us started on the open road.  Jack particularly began to realize why I loved Phil Collins so much.  Yeah he was cool in his Genesis days but when he branched out into his solo career, the dude truly shined.
After an almost 2 hour drive and almost reaching the end of our playlist with Cyndi Lauper we arrived at the camp grounds.  I parked the car and both Jack and I got out of the car and stretched ourselves out before entering the check-in lodge before we had to drive to our reserved camping spot.
“Good afternoon, how can I help you?” the woman behind the desk said.
“Hi we’re checking into lot A113, reservation is under Winchester.” She typed up my reservation on the laptop and said.
“(Y/n) Winchester?”
“That’s me.”
“Great, and you’re staying with us for a week. Here’s a map of all the areas you can hike, or visit the various lounges or restaurants we’ve got here. And for staying here a week with us that’ll be $210.25 will that be cash or credit?”
“Credit, please.” I said getting out my card and handing it to her.  A quick swipe and the payment was done.
“Okay you are all set. Hope you and your boyfriend have a good time.”
“Oh we will, especially after the few months we had. We deserve this.” I said putting my card away and gathering up the stuff she had handed me.  I saw Jack admiring some of the portrait paintings along the wall and took his hand. “C’mon babe, let’s get to our spot and set up camp.” He nodded and I guided him out the lodge and we went back into the car.
I turned the engine on and drove off towards our camping spot.  Good thing about this camp ground is that while we are out in the woods, there was still access to bathrooms, showers, and of course food joints and restaurants. Plus everyone has their own private little spot to make their camp so no one has to be cramped in a giant forest space.
Jack and I looked around until he spotted the signs that lead us to our section and as we drove down the trail I softly let out a yes as I fist bumped.
“Thank god the showers aren’t that far away.”
“That’s a good thing right?”
“I mean I don’t mind the walk but still, it’s better for night time shower people like me. I mean seriously I don’t get why people shower in the mornings, you’re just gonna get sticky and gross at the end of the day and I don’t wanna sleep like that.”
“That is strange. Glad you told me about it when I was first trying to understand the ways of humans.”
“There are certain things my brothers can teach you but everything else, just ask me. I got your back.”
“Just as I got yours.” He said as he placed his hand on top of mine.  I smiled and gave it a loving squeeze as he pointed out.  “Is that us?”
“Uhh yeah this is us.” I turned along the gravel road and pulled into our little hill mound parking spot and turned the engine off.  “We’re here at last. No more driving for the rest of the day please.”
“You know I could’ve drove us from the check-in lodge. Dean says I’ve been improving with Baby.”
“I know you have sweetie but driving Baby and driving this jeep are two totally different things. Plus you haven’t gotten enough experiences on dirt road like these. All the bumps, twists and turns and I’m not that good of a driving teacher. As I’m sure my brother told you, I was a wreck when learning to drive Baby. Can’t do a stick to save my ass.”
“It’s not that hard once you get used to it. Maybe I could teach you.”
“As sweet as that is, one Dean would never let you do that and two I don’t want to ever drive Baby again.” I pecked his cheek and continued, “C’mon, let’s unload the car.” We unbuckled ourselves and got out of the jeep as I opened the back door and first grabbed the cooler while Jack grabbed the tent.
After unloading the car and unfolding the tent from the bag, Jack got the bag that was filled with the tacks and poles that we needed to keep the tent in place and standing up.
“Okay so—I’ve never really put a tent up before but I have seen people do it in tv and movies. Is it really as hard as they show it?” asked Jack.
“Depends on the tent, luckily for us this tent it’s fairly easy to put up. Mind helping me spread out the tent first before we get the poles and tacks down?” he nodded and came over and went on the other side of the tent.  Together we grabbed each end of the tent and pulled it as far apart as we could.  “Okay now grab that bag with the poles and tacks.” He looked around until he saw just a few feet to his left was the bag.
He tossed it over to me and I opened it up and pulled out the poles first.
“Now what I want you to do is connect this set first and I can do the other set. Once they’re connected, I’ll show you how to put them through the tent.” He grabbed the first set of poles and began to connect them together while I did the second row.
“Like this?” he showed me after he had gotten one set together already.
“That’s it. Make sure they’re in as tight as you can get them. Can’t risk the tent caving in on itself.” I said as I twisted my set in before they finally connected with each other.
It took a few minutes but we finally got our poles connected and then I showed him where the poles would go through the tent. We did his connected set first and I guided it through the right side of the tent, going towards the top and then coming down the other side before sticking it down into the earth.  We did the same for the other side (that’s where the major work comes in cause you have to guide it over the previous pole set).
“You sure you weren’t lying when you’d say it’d be easy?” Jack said with a grunt as he tried to maneuver my pole set over his at the top each time I pulled the second pole down.
“This is always the tricky part no matter what. But trust me Jack, I’ve seen tents so complex to build up I’m surprised they’re not banned from camping gears. Don’t worry we got this, just a little more……” finally I managed to get the starting point out the end of the tent and stick it into the earth as well.  “There we go. Now for the tacks to make sure they stay down.”
I jogged back over to where I had the bag and pulled out the tacks as well as the mini-mallet that came with it.  After setting each tack down, I told Jack to get the rain roof to go on top of the tent just in case it rained (there was a chance in the next couple of days but it’s better to get it out now rather than later).
He went back to the tent back and pulled the tarp-like roof from the bag and together we worked to maneuver around the tent to place the rain-proof roof on top of the tent.  Once it was one, we stepped back and we wrapped an arm around each other and I said.
“We did it babe. Our home for the next week.”
“I can’t wait to sleep in it. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like sleeping in a tent after you showed me that camping episode from your favorite childhood show.”
“Well let’s get the sleeping bags and all the other stuff inside and you can see for yourself.” We walked over and grabbed the sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, and our backpacks.  I unzipped the circular door and once the flaps came down I bowed and said.  “Right this way good sir.”
“Thank you.” He said with a bow of his head before getting in with me following suit.
Some would call it overboard since this tent is said to fit five people but I wanted Jack to have the full experience of being in a tent.  And just seeing his face in full awe as he looked around.
“It’s almost like being in a cave. And not like those Wendigo ones either.” I nodded.
“It’s got where it counts. But if it’s too much I can send this back and just get a two person one.”
“No please don’t. I love it. Very spacious, plenty of space for all our stuff. But can also be intimate for snuggling together.” Jack said as he came up close to me, wrapping his arms around me.  I smiled as he buried his face into my neck.
“Okay sweetie, let’s find a spot in this cave of ours to put our sleeping bags at.” We crawled through the tent and decided that our bags could be spread out in the middle of the tent.  Our backpacks could go right up at the wall where our heads would be.  We set the backpacks down before unrolling our sleeping bags and placing down our pillows and blankets.
“So what shall we do first?” Jack asked me with a smile as he padded his pillow.
“Well there’s a few things I’d like to get at the lodge like firewood and see if there’s any icebags they sell. I know our cooler is basically a thermos but you can’t be too careful especially with as long as we’re staying.”
“Okay so firewood and ice. Then what do you want to do?”
“This camping trip isn’t just about me sweetie. This is your first camping trip, what do you want to do?” I took his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“Can we go hiking?”
“Then hiking it is. Maybe we’ll even see some wild animals while we’re out and about.” He smiled and I could almost see my sweet baby boy bouncing on his knees.  “Now let me see, the lodge from our campsite is about how far?” I said as I took out the map from my pocket.  “Okay so we’re here,” I said pointing to our spot, “And the lodge is….” I trailed my finger upward until I saw the main lodge. “Oh sweet we don’t even have to walk very far. It’s just out of this reserved area and up a forest hill track and boom we’re there.”
“You seemed to have gotten us a lucky spot. You sure you didn’t check ahead of time?” Jack teased.
“Babe I swear, this was the only camping spot available at the time I was making the reservation.” Jack looked at me with a playful skeptical look but let it go.  “Okay go ahead doubt me, but they don’t call me (Y/n) ‘Lucky-shot’ Winchester for nothing.”
“Who calls you that?”
“Me. I do. And Charlie, and Jody, and the rest of the girls of the Wayward sisters. Dean calls it dumb luck but I have saved his ass more times than I can count. Plus some of my luck must’ve bounced off of them, with as many times as my brothers get knocked out. I’m surprised they still remember their own names.”
“They do get knocked out quite a bit.” Jack agreed.
“Right!?”
Once we got our backpacks packed with just enough stuff for the hike, Jack had decided to come up with me to get the firewood as well as see if there was an ice-dispenser up at the lodge.  After finding and purchasing a couple bags of firewood, we headed back to our campsite and Jack placed the two bags of firewood near the car while I opened up my bag and we began to place the wood into the firepit.
“When it gets dark, we can start the fire. They’ll be fine sitting in the firepit for a while. So shall we begin your first ever hike?”
“I hope I packed everything right. I triple-quadruple checked just like you told me.”
“Good boy. Oh before I forget, here.” I reached into my pack and pulled out a bag that contained some whistles and got two of them out.  “Put this around your neck.” I handed him the yellow whistle while I took the blue one.
“What do we need whistles for?”
“Well we can’t risk you using your powers in front of other people and freaking them out. So in the event if one of us gets lost, stay where you are, hug a tree and blow your whistle.”
“Okay I understand.” I patted his shoulder as he hung his whistle around his neck.  “Can we go now?” he said bouncing on his feet.
“Yes sweetie we can. Follow me first time camper.” I walked ahead with Jack walking close behind me and we proceeded towards the hiking trail.
Throughout our hike we would stop to take pictures of some beautiful landscapes, tightrope across logs, and even got to see a few animals. Like this one point in the hike we came across a cute rabbit.  Normally when a rabbit sees you, it wants to run but this rabbit as soon as it saw Jack, it got curious.
It hopped over to him and allowed Jack to reach out with his hand and gave him a sniff.  It even allowed Jack to stroke it’s back before taking off back into the woods.  Of course using my phone with it on silence, I snapped some good pictures of the encounter and promised to have those developed when we got home.
We even met up with some other hikers and found a special lodge where we could observe the local bears from a safe distance using binoculars.  And along the walls of the lodge were paintings as well as facts about bears that the kids could read.  And bless his heart, he shared with me all the facts he never knew about bears (even though I knew about most of them but I didn’t have the heart to stop him. He’s like a puppy).
For the rest of the day we hiked, had lunch, took photos and even talked with some other hikers until it started to get dark so Jack and I decided to head back to our camp for some supper as well as introduce him to the King of all camp snacks, S’mores.
We got back to camp and I started the fire while Jack got out the hotdogs, ramen, and smores stuff.  We ate our supper and just as it was starting to get darker, I thought it was now time for Jack to try his very first smore.
“Okay Jack, the perfect way to make a smore is this.” I said gathering the smore supplies.  “First you take the graham, and then you break apart a piece of chocolate. Then you stick the chocolate on the graham.” I said demonstrating the process, “then you roast the ‘mallow.” I said sticking my poker with the marshmallow into the firepit until it was burnt to a crisp. “Once it’s nice and crispy, you stick the mallow onto of the chocolate, then you take the other graham and smoosh it together. And last and certainly my favorite part.” I took a big bite before telling him with my cheeks stuffed with melted marshmallow, chocolate and graham crackers, “You stuff yourself!”
“I’ve always wanted to ask, why are they called that? Smores?”
“Because you always want some more.” He laughed at the corny joke.  “babe I swear, you’ll find out that it ain’t just a joke. Go on.” I handed him his poker as well as the marshmallow bag.
He did as I told him in the exact order it needed to be done but just before he took that first bite I told him to wait as I got my phone out and went to my camera and switched it to video.
“Trust me, I’m gonna wanna keep this. Okay take a bite now.” I said as I pressed the record button.  He lifted the smore to his mouth and took that first bite. Already his marshmallow oozing down his fingers as he tried to take in as much as he could without over stuffing his mouth.
I watched as his eyes widened and he let out a loud moan as he threw his head back.
“Didn’t I tell you? Makes you want to stuff like 10 of them after you eat your first smore.”
“This is…..” he chewed it up more before finally swallowing it and he continued, “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
“Even better than nougat?” I asked exasperatedly.
“You know nothing will ever take the place of nougat in my heart.”
“Damn and I thought I could convert you.” I said stopping the recording.
“Sorry sweetheart. I wonder what a smore would taste like with nougat.”
“You keep that blasphemous excuse of chocolate away from the sacred smores! They are made with Hershey’s milk chocolate bars and they shall stay that way!” I said defending my precious smores honor.
“I still don’t see why you hate nougat so much?”
“I told you it’s a disgusting, excuse of a chocolate bar! They make it look like a chocolate bar but they got in stuff that shouldn’t go together BLECH!!” Jack rolled his eyes.
“One day I’ll convert you to appreciate my lovely nougats.”
“The day that happens is the day that Rowena allows Hell for freeze over.” We continued to snack on the smores until we were stuffed and we decided that now would be a good time to shut ourselves in the tent for the night.
We safely disposed of the trash and put the food in the spare cooler and I locked it up tight so that no bears would come by. Jack doused the fire and I turned on the lantern as we entered inside the tent.  I hung the lantern on the little hook just above our heads and we got our sleeping bags ready for the night.
“Hey (Y/n).”
“Yes Jack?” I asked as I was spreading out my two fleece blankets over my sleeping bag.
“Guess what this is.” I turned towards him and saw him making shadow puppets using the lantern above us.  It was a long serpent like creature but it wasn’t a snake.
“A Chinese water dragon?”
“Right! Now you do one.”
“Okay but be warned I’m nowhere as good as you.” I clasped my hands together and raised up my right index and tall finger and bent them a bit for the antlers.  With the rest of my fingers I molded the face and nose and asked him, “Any guesses?”
“Those things on top are they—horns?”
“Close.”
“Oh no wait they’re antlers. Is it a deer?”
“Sure is.”
“Okay, okay my turn again. Umm…..Oh I got it! You won’t be able to get this.” I saw the silhouette of what almost looked like a musk ox but I knew it wasn’t.
For one it was even bulkier than the ones I’ve seen online, and the horns on it were way too long and swirled inward too much. I knew there was no way this was a ram due to its large size.  Until it finally hit me.
“Oh I know exactly what this is!”
“Do you?”
“Of course I do. What you don’t think I know a Tusken raider’s mighty steed the Bantha?”
“You’re good.” I shrugged cockily.
“Gave you your Star Wars knowledge, remember you must my young padawan.” I said in my best worst Yoda impression.  He laughed as he brought me in close to him, our hands intertwining with each other’s while his free arm stroked patterns on my lower back and my free hand rested on his knee.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I could feel my heart racing faster the longer I looked into his innocent yet striking blueish-green eyes.  He raised our intertwined hands up and placed my palm against his cheek before covering it with his own.
“(Y/n) I—I love you.”
“I love you too Jack.”
“No I mean. I like, really, really love you. So much so that I think I…..” I noticed how his adam’s apple slightly bounced as he swallowed anxiously and his jaw went tense as he turned away from me. In fact I could just see the poor boy tensing up.
“Jack, Jack look at me.” He hesitated but he turned his head back to face me.  I moved my hand to his jawline and stroked it gingerly.  “You know you can tell me anything right?” he nodded.
“I just……don’t want to scare you away.”
“Why would I be scared? Jack remember what we promised each other when we first started dating?”
“No keeping secrets like my brothers.” Jack repeated.
“Exactly. So c’mon out with it babe. What’s on your mind?”
“I…..” he sighed deeply but took another deep breath before saying. “As I said before, I really, really love you. And I know we talked about how far we want this relationship to go and you told me how when the time is right, we could—take things to the next step and……I want to do that.”
Oh……wow that’s—that is definitely something that should not be kept inside.  I mean we have been dating for the past 3 years now after 6 years of knowing each other. And yeah he’s not the only pure-white virgin of the team (I still got the dragon scar to prove that).
“Wow. Okay that—”
“I probably made things awkward now, didn’t I?” he groaned as he scooted away from me pacing around the tent.  “I’m such an idiot! Why did I have to open my big mouth and say that?! I—” I stopped him by grabbing his biceps and interrupted his ranting.
“Hey! Hey Jack! Jack!” he stopped to look at me. “To say I’m surprised that that is what you had buzzing around your brain for is a lot to take in. But I’m glad you told me. And I think we should sit down and talk so you hear what I have to say now.” He nodded nervously as we came back to our sleeping bags, the two of us sitting across from one another.
I took his hands and gave them a soft squeeze before starting.
“Jack. These past several years of knowing you have been—the best in my life. I have never felt this type of love towards any other guy. Now you know that I’m a virgin too right?”
“Yes that was the first thing you told me because you were worried I’d break up with you because you didn’t have experience.” My face flushed as I cleared my throat.
“Yeah because most guys prefer experiences and one night stands rather than taking care of their girl afterwards. But anyways the point is, with you—I felt like I was getting the perfect guy. Cute, brave, loyal, kind, funny, protective but not possessive, well-mannered. Some days I couldn’t believe just shortly after we began dating that you were real.”
“I care about you (Y/n).”
“And I care about you Jack. Which is why I think—no I know that I’m ready too.” His eyes slowly went wide.
“You—you are?”
“Yeah. Going on this camping trip without my brothers constant helicoptering or even Cas suddenly popping up before us, the fun we both had together and showing you what it meant to go on a camping trip I—I feel like I’m ready to take the next step, so long as you were.”
“Because consent goes both ways.” Jack said.
“Exactly. But there is one thing I am concerned about.” He tilted his head like a puppy before asking me.
“What?”
“Well we’re in a public campground. And yes although we have our private section we’re not entirely alone. Plus the rangers do their nightly patrol to make sure no troublemakers are out and about. And from what I remembering hearing all those girls with Dean. Don’t ask! I uhh—”
“I can take care of that.” This time I tilted my head and looked at him questioningly.  Of course I knew nephilims are powerful beings but what can we do that’ll not get us kicked out or worse scarring an innocent child?
His eyes glowed their sunshine gold for a few seconds before they phased back to his normal eye color.
“No one should bother us now. Whatever we do in this tent won’t be heard on the outside.”
“You made this tent sound-proof?”
“Yeah. Watch.” He then let out his angelic-like scream which sounded like a boat horn times 20.  I covered my ears until he stopped and he gestured for me to look outside the tent.  I went over to the door, unzipped it and peeked out and saw that no one had woken up, or started asking just what that unholy scream was.  I zipped the door backup and said.
“Wow. You never cease to amaze me.” He cutely shrugged as I sat back down in front of him wrapping my arms around his neck. “So….shall we get busy?” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I would—like that. What do we uhh do first?”
“Well typically it’s best to get warmed up first before we get to the final stretch.”
“Warmed up? What you mean like exercise?” I giggled as I shook my head.
“No babe. I mean like making out. Touching each other, that kinda stuff.”
“So like what we normally do when your brothers aren’t around?”
“Bingo.”
“I already know some of the things you like, will that help?”
“Yeah. So—you ready Jack?” he nodded as I slowly leaned in and captured his lips with mine.
I felt his hands come up to cup my jawline as our kissed slowly deepened.  Our tongues coming together for a slow, passionate dance as I felt myself slowly being lowered down onto our sleeping bags and blankets.  After the need for air became too much, we separated from each other but our noses softly grazed against the other’s as our breaths danced across the other’s face.
“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked me.
“So long as I get to take yours off.” He nodded and I was the first to remove his shirt before he lifted mine off.  As soon as my bare upperbody (minus the bra I had on) was exposed to him, Jack almost seemed entranced.  He stroked through all the scars I’ve gotten over the years from various cases and points in my life.
“Did they hurt?” he said stroking the dragon scar I got when I was 14 years old.
“That one did for a while, others it just depended on how deep or dangerous the creature was.”
“It’s like a painting. Like connect the dots but with scars.” He said as he slowly traced over each scar then began connecting them into various shapes and patterns.  “Like the constellations in the night sky.” I felt tears in my eyes and even felt one slid down my face.  Before I could catch it, Jack’s thumb gingerly wiped it away as he hovered over me.
He once again captured my lips as his hands slowly trailed down to my chest just short of my bra.  I separated from his lips and whispered to him.
“Put your hands on me Jack.” He kissed my lips again as his hands were now on top of my boobs.  Gently and affectionately groping them through the bra which sent shivers down my spine.  I let out a soft moan as his lips moved from my mouth to the side of my neck.
I closed my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his frame and felt his lips kiss, nip and lick at my neck.  I gasped as he got a favorite weak spot of mine. Arching my back I reached behind and unhooked my bra exposing my bare breasts to the cool air but they were soon encompassed by Jack’s hands.
“They’re soft.” I heard him whisper in my neck.
“Would you like to kiss them Jack?”
“Is that what you want?” I nodded.  He kissed my shoulder before moving across my collar bone.  Slowly with each kiss he went lower and lower until he came to my right breast and began kissing it.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I stretched my arms out and gripped my pillow so tightly I could feel my nails through the sheets.  Jesus no wonder why those girls were always moaning in Dean’s room if this is what it feels like.  His lips soon encompassed my right nipple and I felt him gently suck on it which caused me to wrap my hands over his head to keep him there.  Stroking and even slightly pulling on his golden locks which caused him to moan.
And hearing him moan while he sucked on my nipple sent a pleasurable feeling down to my lower region.  After a few seconds he released my nipple before looking back up at me.  I adjusted our position so that I was now on top of him and began kissing his neck.
He let out a few choked gasps as I kissed lower down towards his chest before coming back up again.  His arms wrapped around me tightly as I nipped at the junction on the left side of where his neck and shoulder met.  After leaving a fairly nice little hickey I knew would form there, Jack and I stared at each other’s eyes once again panting softly.
“So we uhh—” he asked.
“If you wish to continue. Yeah we-we can.” I said clearing my throat as I was still slightly dizzy from the pleasure that had made me blind for a moment back there.
“Do I or do you remove our umm…..”
“It doesn’t matter, I guess I could do it if you’re comfortable with it.”
“Yeah. I trust you (Y/n).” I softly smiled and gently pecked his lips before I placed my hands at the rim of his sleep pants and looked at him one last time.
“You ready?” I asked him.  He nodded giving me consent before I reached in to not only grab his sleep pants but also his boxers as I slowly scooted them off his surprisingly silky-smooth legs.  Once they were off, I then reached for my own pants and underwear and slowly removed them until we were as naked as told in the tale of Adam and Eve.
“So I—guess I just….put it inside you?” he asked me.  “How do I know if I—”
“I think we’ll cross that bridge once we get there. Just….be gentle, okay?” he stroked a strand of hair out of my face.
“Always.” He pecked my lips once more before having me return on the bottom while he resumed his position on top of me.  Our foreheads pressed together as he leaned down and kissed me and I felt him enter inside me.
I let out a hiss of pain and let out a painful groan, he stopped and looked down at me concerned.
“Should we stop? I’m hurting you aren’t I? I swear I’m not trying to it’s just….”
“I know Jack. Just…..let me get adjusted. Keep still for a moment.” I eased his anxiety by cupping his face into my hands. He nodded and kept still as I told him while I got used to feeling him inside of me.  I took a few deep breaths before telling him, “Okay I’m ready.”
“You sure?” I nodded.  He slowly pushed further inside of me kissing my neck any time I groaned or hissed in pain.  His hands gently massaged my back and hips as he applied the right pressure to get my muscles to relax with each push he did.
Once we got pass the painful stage of the first time, there suddenly came a wave of pleasure as Jack slowly began pumping himself in and out of me.  My mouth opened in an O shape as I gasped and grunted and Jack did the same as he kept thrusting in and out.
“Oh Jesus! Oh Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Holy shit that fee-Ahh!”
“I know. It……it’s good for…..me too.” He said through his grunts.  We wrapped our arms around the other as we feverishly and passionately kissed each other. Our tongues dancing a sloppy dance as Jack continued to hit all the right spots.
“I—I’m gonna…..please Jack. Let us cum together!”
“Is-is that what—what that feeling is? Cause I UGH! I want to cum too.”
“Let us go—toge—together.” He nodded as he picked up the pace and our grunts and howls mixed in together until finally we came together.  Jack collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder while I kept my arms wrapped around him stroking through his hair.
He looked into my eyes as I felt him trembling under my fingers.  The small bangs on his head clung onto his forehead as small beads of sweat sat upon his brow.
“You’re trembling.” I whispered.
“I’ll be fine. Are you okay?”
“That was…..the second best thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.”
“What was the first?”
“Getting you into Star Wars.” We softly chuckled as I placed my hand on the back of his head, leaned it down so that I could kiss his forehead and he rested his head on my bare chest.
“Is this what it feels like afterwards? I think Dean called it afterglow.” Jack asked me.
“More or less. But it’s even better than I could imagine.” I felt Jack cuddle into my sternum and even giving my collarbone a soft kiss.
“You—don’t think your brothers are gonna find out about this, do you?”
“If they do, I’ll handle it. I’m not a little girl anymore so I can do whatever I want.” I kissed the crown of his head. “Hey get this,” he looked up at me, “Tomorrow at the lodge they’re having fantasy movie night and can you guess what they’re showing?”
“Star Wars?” I nodded. “Can we go see it? Can we, please? Please? Please? Please? Please?”
“Now how can I say no to this adorable face.” I said as I cupped his cheek.  We got back on our clothes before cuddling into our sleeping bags and snuggled them close together.  “G’night Jack.”
“Goodnight (Y/n). I—I love you.”
“I love you too baby.” I let out a deep sigh before succumbing to sleep.
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samdeancass · 2 years
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Kisses to Make You Better
Requested by Anonymous
Pairing: Jack Kline x reader
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
Characters: Jack, Y/N
Description: Lately, Y/N has been feeling a little low. Jack notices and wants to make them feel better.
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You tucked the quilt tighter under your chin as the memories from a few nights ago invading your mind once before. Small tears fell down your cheeks as a small wet patch formed on the pillow. You hated when you got like this, you felt so useless and weak. 
Sam and Dean never acted like this, they just sucked it up and moved on which actually made you quite envious of them. You can’t stand the feelings of guilt of not being able to save everyone from the horrors of the supernatural world. 
You slowly sat up, took a deep breath and wiped your eyes before getting out of bed and heading towards the kitchen. The room went silent when you walked in and you could sense the pity coming from the brothers and Jack. 
“Please, guys. I don’t need you to feel sorry for me. I just want to forget about what happened and move on.” You walked straight past them and headed towards the shelves, rummaging through the boxes to find some decent cereal. Sam, Dean and Jack all looked at each other and had a silent conversation before the brothers got up and left the kitchen, leaving you and Jack alone. 
A pair of arms wrapped around you and you could feel your eyes well up, tears threatening to spill. “I know how much the last hunt affected you, Y/N. Please, talk to me.” You placed the cereal box back on the shelf before turning around to face Jack.
“I can’t talk about it, it hurts too much”. You wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest, finally letting a stray tear fall. Jack pulled you in closer and pressed multiple kisses to the top of your head. He knew that this was the best way to try and soothe you so you both stood there, in each others arms, swaying back and forth. 
“The..the memories of it all...they keep playing over and over in my head. I keep thinking about what happened, how I wasn’t strong enough to save them, how I was too late...” Jack led you over to the table and you both sat down, him still holding your hands, pressing small kisses. 
“You are the strongest person that I know, Y/N. You know that we can’t sace everyone but it wasn’t your fault.” “I just keep hearing the screams in my head. It’s driving me crazy, Jack. I don’t know how I’m going to get through it.” You shook your head and began to cry. 
Jack’s heart broke seeing you so fragile in front of him. The only way he knew to help was to hold you close and kiss you, so that’s exactly what you did. He pulled you into his lap, you wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck with him pressing kisses to your cheeks and your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
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lokislittlemouse · 11 months
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Supernatural drabble #2
Dean Winchester, Jack Kline
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Dad Dean x Jack
Its jacks 5th birthday and dean decided that now would be a good time to introduce him to the glorious world of horror movies. Leaving jacks room after telling jack to meet him in the dean cave in ten minutes, dean makes a stop in the kitchen to grab some booze before heading to the cave. By the time Jack got to the dean cave dean had already pulled up the movie and have popcorn candy and a bottle of jack Daniels whisky ready on the coffee table Infront of them.
Jack looked mildly confused seeing a clown with very sharp teeth on the TV.
" Dean correct me if I'm wrong but I thought clowns are supposed to be comforting for children. This doesn't look comforting..." Jack trails off before dean replies,
" Well this isn't just a clown jack" dean states before pouring himself a measure of whiskey 'hmmp' dean thinks 'drinking jack whiskey with Jack, ain't that ironic'
" What is it?" Jack asked cautiously as dean pushes play on the movie.
"That is the question kid, what is IT?" Dean repeats purposefully being of no help.
Jack decides to just sit down and start watching. An hour in the only thought in jacks head other than blatant fear is 'i cannot ever see a red balloon without remembering the horrible movie.' after the movie ends dean looks at jack and has to hold in the laugh that is about to fall from his lips, jacks face is constantly changing from horrified to disturbed and confused.
" You ok there jack?" Dean said with a smirk that he was failing to hide.
" I will never understand why humans view feeling fear as entertainment." Jack said sternly before taking what's left in the whisky bottle and taking it with him to his room, hoping the alcohol could calm his ever changing nerves. Never again will he let dean convince him to watch a horror movie.
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pinchofhoney · 7 months
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Because I wanna spread the "we need more Belphagor" message, how about something with him? Platonic or romantic is your choice but we need more content for him bc he's so :))))
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on the verge of a fever
belphegor x fem!reader
word count: 2.7k
warning: the way his character appears in the show has been changed for the purposes of this story; basically, here god is not trying to ruin the whole world, mention of drinking alcohol
summary: Ever wondered if Hell hosts Monopoly nights?
a/n: belphagor is my spirit animal. when you text me, it's the person who writes you back lmao my profile currently looks like a fan club of your requests, but it's not my fault that my obsession with this series is back and you're the only one with ideas related to it. i hope you enjoy it!!<33
pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for
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Guiding Sam and Dean towards the bunk stairs, you couldn't help but notice the genuine concern etched on Sam's face. He leaned in, his tone brimming with sincere care, and gently reminded you, “You know, if you ever need a hand, just remember that Castiel is just a phone call away.”
This morning's awakening had thrown you a curveball. At first, you brushed off the strange sensations coursing through your body, thinking they were caused by the aging mattress beneath you. Yet, with each passing moment, that peculiar feeling escalated into something far more troubling. It clung to you like an insistent itch, impossible to ignore, casting an unsettling shadow over your day.
Now, wrapped snugly in the comforting cocoon of your soft, pink blanket, you found yourself ensnared in the relentless grip of a fever. Your body radiated heat, and every movement became a battle against the oppressive weight of illness. The sole lifeline keeping you tethered to the realm of the living was the medication within easy reach.
Summoning a faint smile, you struggled to reassure Sam, who always kept a watchful eye, despite the fatigue evident in your voice. “I'll handle it,” you whispered, your words carrying a hint of exhaustion.
Trying to make the serious mood a bit lighter, you couldn't resist adding a touch of playful sarcasm. “Well, maybe you should head out before your God buddy decides it's time to disappear once again.”
After saying goodbye to the Winchesters, you headed back to your bed. You didn't want to bother Castiel with your problems; you knew he had more important things to worry about than a grown-up hunter catching a simple cold.
As you entered your room, you couldn't help but grumble to yourself. Why did it seem like Sam and Dean never got sick? You were used to risking your life to hunt supernatural creatures, and now, on top of that, you had to deal with a fever. It just didn't seem fair. You plopped down on the edge of your bed, feeling frustrated. This illness was not only physically uncomfortable but also a reminder that even tough hunters like you had to face everyday human struggles.
Ridiculous, you thought.
You took a quick look on the mirror standing in the corner, then let out a sigh of annoyance and laid down on your bed, giving in to a sense of resignation. You didn't even notice when you drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, you slowly opened your eyes, hoping to find some relief from the persistent illness that had plagued you. However, as your vision cleared, you realized that you felt even worse than before. It was as if the fever had intensified during your restless slumber, wrapping you in a suffocating embrace.
With a groan of discomfort, you pushed yourself upright, your head pounding with every movement. The room seemed dimmer, and the last rays of daylight coming from the corridor appeared harsh and unforgiving. Your throat was parched, and your limbs felt heavy as if they were made of lead.
Casting a rueful glance at the clock, you realized that time had slipped away during your troubled nap. It was as though the fever had stolen not only your strength but also precious hours from your day.
You came close to grabbing your phone and calling Castiel, but you resisted, refusing to give in to a moment of vulnerability – or so you tried to convince yourself.
Struggling considerably, you managed to shift your legs off the bed and, with an effort that would make an elderly man with mobility issues proud, you stood up. Your own sigh of discomfort mirrored the sound one might expect from someone in such a situation. You briefly caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, mentally noting how pitiful you appeared, before making your way into the hallway, your feet dragging wearily behind you.
The bunker had settled into an eerie quietness, broken only by the weighty sound of your footsteps. As you made your way into the main room, your initial plan to head to the opposite corridor was interrupted by an abrupt rustling in a dimly lit corner of the space.
Your tired eyes strained to identify the source of this disturbance. Could it be a mere product of your fevered imagination? You wouldn't be surprised if your illness had started playing tricks on your mind. After all, nobody else was supposed to be allowed in the vast bunker.
And then, right there, bathed in the soft, muted glow of the bunker's emergency lighting, stood a figure you never anticipated encountering. Your heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat, and your fever-addled brain could only muster one thought; Jack. Why was he here? What was happening? Wasn't he...?
“Jack?” you questioned hesitantly, your gaze darting around the room in search of some evidence that you were still ensnared in a dream.
The figure before you smirked. It wasn't the gentle, innocent smile of Jack. It was something darker, more twisted. Your fevered mind raced to find an explanation. Maybe it was the fever. Yes, that had to be it. You were conjuring this surreal scene in your delirium.
“Hello,” greeted the boy, lifting his right hand in a welcoming gesture, mirroring the way Jack used to.
Confusion knitted your brows as you unconsciously took a cautious step toward this familiar-looking stranger, clutching your blanket tightly around you. Your scrutiny intensified as you examined him closely. The person before you was dressed in the same attire as the last time you saw Jack, but it couldn't possibly be him. Jack Kline had met his demise, so why was he standing before you now?
Your gaze wandered to the sunglasses perched on the boy's face, and you couldn't help but shake your head with a hint of amusement. You swiftly turned away, fully convinced that your need for medication was far more pressing than entertaining these unsettling hallucinations. As you made your determined exit, you could almost hear a faint chuckle from behind you.
“Leaving so soon? And here I was, hoping for some company,” the boy, or rather, the entity inhabiting the boy's body, remarked with a sly grin, his voice dripping with faux disappointment. His sunglasses hid the fiery void that should have been his eyes, concealing his true nature as he attempted to blend in.
You paused, feeling an inexplicable mix of curiosity and unease. There was something off about this whole situation, and it wasn't just the fact that you were conversing with someone who looked like Jack but couldn't possibly be him. The aura this stranger exuded was friendly yet laced with an unsettling undercurrent of something more sinister.
“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to maintain composure.
The boy's smile widened, revealing a veneer of friendliness that barely concealed his sadistic amusement. “Oh, I was getting dreadfully bored down in Hell. Thought I'd stretch my legs, so to speak.”
His casual tone and the way he spoke about Hell as if it were a mundane inconvenience sent a shiver down your spine. This was no ordinary encounter, and you couldn't help but wonder if your fever had conjured up this bizarre scenario.
“I'm Belphegor,” the demon chimed in, noting your dubious expression. “Just a temporary tenant, you know? This body was basically vacant real estate, so I thought, 'Why not?' I mean, squatters' rights and all,” he quipped, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if discussing his choice of a new apartment. His grin remained as inscrutable as ever, a blend of friendly and utterly unsettling.
You couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow at the demon's cavalier attitude. This was a new low, even for the world you lived in.
“Squatters' rights, huh?” you muttered, not sure whether to be amused or deeply disturbed by his casual demeanor. “Well, congratulations on your, uh, new accommodations.”
Belphegor chuckled, the sound a disconcerting blend of mirth and something far more alarming. “Thanks, I think it suits me. But, you know, I'm not all that bad once you get to know me,” he added with a wicked grin, as if trying to convince you that sharing a body with a demon was just a quirky and harmless coincidence.
Your instincts told you otherwise, and you couldn't help but wonder how deeply the Winchesters were embroiled in whatever bizarre deal this demon had cooked up.
“So, um,” you began, feeling a little like you were fumbling through a conversation with a distant relative you'd rather not acknowledge at a family reunion. The situation was beyond awkward, standing there face-to-face with a demon who had chosen to squat in a body you knew all too well. “Care for a drink?”
If you could, you would have rolled your eyes right then and there, but you had to maintain some semblance of composure. You knew you should be taking action, maybe calling the brothers or attempting to exorcise Belphegor, but your phone was conveniently left behind in your room, and it seemed that the universe had a thing against including demon-killing pockets in your pajamas.
Belphegor's lips curved into a wicked smile, his amusement clear despite the sunglasses concealing his eyes. “Well, aren't you the hospitable one,” he quipped, as if being invited for a drink by the friend of his borrowed body was a regular occurrence.
You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. “I figure if I can't beat the demon, I might as well join it for a drink,” you replied with a wry grin, attempting to keep things light, even though your mind was racing with thoughts of what to do next.
As you both made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking on thin ice, navigating a situation that seemed to defy all logic. Sharing a drink with a demon in your pajamas was definitely not how you had planned to spend your day, but sometimes, but sometimes you had to improvise.
Entering the kitchen, you were determined to play it cool, all the while keeping a close eye on the boy. You grabbed a bottle of Dean's favorite liquor from the cabinet, figuring that if this was going to be a bizarre demon rendezvous, you might as well make it a memorable one.
“Here's to unexpected company,” you said with a somewhat forced cheerfulness as you poured two glasses, trying your best to hide the anxiety gnawing at your nerves.
Belphegor accepted the drink with a bemused nod, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To unlikely alliances,” he replied, his tone dripping with amusement.
While he was distracted with his drink, you seized the opportunity to grab a glass of water and discreetly pop a couple of fever-killing pills. You hoped that once the medication kicked in, the demon might just decide to take his leave, making this weird encounter nothing more than a fever-induced hallucination.
Sipping your water and pretending to engage in the odd conversation, you silently counted the minutes until the medication would hopefully bring some relief.
As the time passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was all too real. The fever medication had begun to work its magic, and you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, courtesy of the combination of drugs and alcohol. Your head was spinning like a top, and you realized that your attempt to blend in and have a normal conversation with a demon was spiraling into absurdity.
“So,” you slurred slightly, trying to focus your blurry gaze on Belphegor, “what's it like down there in Hell? I mean, besides the whole eternal torment thing. Do you guys have, like, a book club or a knitting circle to pass the time?”
Belphegor raised an eyebrow, his amusement evident even through those opaque sunglasses. “Well, it's not all fire and brimstone, you know,” he replied with a mock-serious tone, playing along with your bizarre line of questioning. “We do have our demon potlucks, and occasionally, a game night with some fiendishly fun board games.”
You couldn't help but giggle at the mental image of demons huddled around a Monopoly board in Hell. The combination of fever-induced delirium and the surrealness of the situation had turned the conversation into a comical farce.
“What's your favorite board game, then?” you asked, leaning in closer as if discussing board games with a demon was the most normal thing in the world.
Belphegor chuckled, his sinister amusement undiminished. “Twister,” he replied with a sly grin, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
Lost in the absurdity of your conversation with the demon, you paid little attention to the strange sounds echoing through the bunker. It was as if the very walls were whispering secrets, and you chalked it up to your fevered imagination playing tricks on you.
Belphegor was in the middle of describing a particularly demon version of a summer vacation when a sudden, unexpected voice pierced through the haze of your conversation.
“Y/N” Castiel's deep voice resonated through the kitchen, his sudden appearance causing you to jump so violently that you almost knocked over your glass.
You turned to see Castiel standing in the entrance to the kitchen, his blue eyes penetrating the sunglasses-clad Belphegor with a steely gaze. The demon's expression shifted from amusement to surprise as he realized the presence of an angel.
“Castiel!” you exclaimed, your heart racing as you struggled to regain your composure. “I, uh, didn't expect to see you here.”
Belphegor's amusement seemed to wane as he met Castiel's unwavering gaze. The room fell silent, and the atmosphere shifted from surreal absurdity to a tense standoff between angel and demon.
“What does this supposed to mean?” Castiel asked, his voice steady as he approached the countertop where you were seated, sliding a blade out of his sleeve.
You quickly rose from your seat, wanting to calm the situation. The absurdity of the situation, in which you, in a pink blanket, wanted to defend a demon who could kill you with a snap of your fingers, did not reach you.
“That's Belphegor,” you stammered, your voice wavering as confusion and uncertainty welled up. You realized you had no real justification for the demon's visit. “I-I have no idea why he's here, but he's... uh, he's cool.” Trying to defend the demon only earned you doubtful glances from both Castiel and Belphegor, making this already weird situation even more confusing.
“I've got an offer that might catch the Winchesters' attention,” the demon said as he stepped forward from behind you.
Castiel's expression darkened as he confronted the demon, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Taking Jack's body... this is desecration,” he hissed, his voice carrying the weight of his disapproval. The angel's gaze bore into Belphegor, as if willing him to understand the gravity of his actions.
You stepped in between the two, desperately trying to ease the mounting tension. “Look, I know this is... complicated,” you began, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of the situation. “But maybe Belphegor has something important. We should hear him out before we jump to conclusions.”
Belphegor, for his part, maintained his sly grin, unfazed by Castiel's anger. “I'm just a demon trying to make the best of my situation,” he chimed in, his tone almost cheerful. “Besides, the vessel was just sitting there, collecting dust. I thought it could use some fresh air, you know.”
Castiel clenched his jaw, clearly struggling to contain his frustration. “It's not about the vessel, it's about respect and dignity.”
Before Castiel could retort further, the kitchen door swung open, and Sam and Dean walked in. Their faces registered a mix of surprise and confusion as they took in the scene before them. The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the creak of the door.
“What's going on in here?” Dean finally asked, breaking the awkward standoff. His gaze shifted from you to Castiel and then to Belphegor, who was still wearing that boyish grin beneath those stupid sunglasses.
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bi-bard · 8 months
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And Sit Unseen, With Only the Inner Upheld - Jack Kline Imagine [Supernatural]
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Title: And Sit Unseen, With Only the Inner Upheld
Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader
Based On: De Selby (Pt. 1)
Word Count: 1,189 words
Warning(s): mention of loneliness
Summary: Two Nephilims find themselves taking shelter with the Winchesters. However, no safety and security could match up to true connection and understanding.
Author's Note: Here we go! It's started!!
Also, if you have a problem with me using they/them pronouns for Jack, then don't fucking read this. Just leave it alone. I am not going to change it, so sitting and complaining to me about it is just gonna waste both of our time.
UNREAL UNEARTH - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST
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I don't remember when I had started to sit in the armchair in the corner of the bunker library when I couldn't sleep.
I just knew that it had become a habit that I had no interest in changing.
It was nice in there. The light of the table wasn't too bright. The chair was nice. Well, nicer than any of the other seats in the bunker. It was the only one that seemed to have a halfway decent cushion on it besides the couch in the Dean Cave.
That small chair, lit by that small lamp, in the quiet of the night, had become my safe space.
It was the only peace that I had.
There was no pressure about my existence. No push for me to live up to this concept that had never been allowed to exist long enough to be proven true or false.
I was a Nephilim. I had done a very good job hiding it. My father- some unknown angel that was hunted almost as soon as I had been born- had done all he could do to protect me. He taught my mother everything that she could do after he was gone.
I had been hiding my whole life. From angels, demons, and humans alike. I was a target. I knew that all too well. I was a timebomb in their minds.
I was the same thing to the Winchesters.
They could hide it all they wanted. Deny it and promise that they trusted me. I could see through it. I saw their worried looks whenever I got upset. I saw their fear whenever my powers needed to come out. I saw that this bunker wasn't just the "permanent place to stay" that they tried to promise it was. It was a cage.
To the Winchesters, I was the scariest thing that they had ever been met with.
And then, Jack was born.
A Nephilim. Just like me.
Expect, they weren't.
Jack was a special case. Not simply a Nephilim, but the child of an archangel. Not simply the child of any archangel, but the child of Lucifer.
If I was a timebomb, Jack was a dying star waiting to expand.
The Winchesters were far more scared of Jack than they were of me. Dean was ready to kill the kid as soon as he could. Sam tried to be kind, but I could see his nervousness. Not that I didn't understand it; he was bad at hiding it.
So, yes, I found peace in the night. Peace in the silence and loneliness. If I couldn't have someone near me that would understand my thoughts and anger, then I would find that comfort within myself.
I had spent what felt like hundreds of nights in that library.
I had been caught there once.
It was like any other night that I had spent there. I was quiet, staring up at the ceiling. Nothing in particular on my mind. I was merely allowing myself to float. Exist in the darkness.
"(Y/n)."
I jumped when I heard my name. I could barely see Jack standing in just on the other side of the table. They put their hands up when they saw me flinch.
"Sorry," they muttered quickly.
I ran a hand over my face. "What are doing up, Jack?"
"I... I don't know," they confessed. "I just... I felt like I needed to come out here."
I raised an eyebrow. "Okay... did you want to sit?"
"Can I?" the grin that crossed their lips made my heart swell a bit.
"Grab a chair," I nodded toward the table behind them. I had no intention of giving up my spot.
Jack sat in the space next to me. They didn't talk for a while. Instead, we both just sat in silence together, waiting as the seconds ticked by.
"I know what it's like," I said quietly. Jack looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. "We don't sleep as much as the Winchesters. I know the feeling of not wanting to hide in those covers the entire night when you aren't tired."
"Is that why you sit out here," they asked.
"Partly."
"What's the other part?"
I paused, scanning my eyes along their facial expression for a moment. I don't know what I was looking for. It wasn't going to be judgment. Maybe I was looking for that ever-so-familiar look of fear.
Jack had been the only person to never offer me that worried look that I had come to know so well from the Winchesters.
"I like the nighttime," I explained. Another set of furrowed eyebrows. "I didn't know what it was like to have time to relax before I came to the bunker. I was always running or at least, ready to run. And now that I can relax when it's late, I like to properly enjoy it. It's the only time that I'm not reminded of how dangerous I am."
There was a small pause before Jack spoke up, "I don't think that you're dangerous."
I grinned. "Thanks. If only Sam and Dean felt the same way."
Jack was silent after that, just looking at me.
"They mean well, but they don't keep us here just to keep us safe," I said. I felt dread bubbling up in my stomach. "To them, keeping us here is also the easiest way that they can... deal with us if one of us turns out... evil. They may never fully trust either one of us and there's nothing we can do about that."
"Oh," they muttered.
"Sorry," I looked down at my hands.
"It's okay."
Another silence consumed us. I tilted my head back, looking back at the ceiling above us. The space that once felt empty and peaceful now felt like it was suffocating from the reality of our situation. And it was my fault. I had disrupted my own sanctuary.
"I trust you," Jack added, cutting through the weight of the silence as if it were nothing.
I looked at them.
They grinned at me.
"Thank you," I replied. "I trust you too, Jack."
"Can I stay out here with you a little while longer?"
"As long as you'd like."
The silence that followed was calming. More calming than any of the nights that had occurred before that.
I had gotten so used to being alone that I never thought about how nice it would be to have someone. Not just have someone but have someone who could truly understand how I felt and how I thought.
It was nice.
I reached over and grabbed Jack's hand.
For the first time, I didn't feel a need to push away the thoughts of who or what I was. I was able to exist in this peace without separating my powers from the rest of me.
I found myself begging to feel like this forever. To finally have a place with no fear or anger or confusion. To finally feel as if what I was wasn't some mistake that was made.
I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, the lamp seemed to be too bright of an interruption.
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