#jack kline and reader

[take-it-on-the-run]

I need a guy that I love more than the fictional ones. Until then I will remain pining over non-existent men on Tumblr.

[cuntiel]

[imbadatwrighting]

Dean: Okay, you’re not gonna help save the world? Then what? What are you going to do?

Castiel, holding child!reader in his arms: I will do what human failures do. I will ignore my horrible life by being a parent and passing my resentment on to my children.

Dean: “Children”?

Claire, opening the door: Can you keep it down? I’m sleeping!

Castiel: I adopted Jimmy Novak’s daughter, Claire.

Dean: ….damnit

Castiel: Oh, do not think of slamming that door, Claire! You are not sleeping this day away! I am signing you up for soccer practice.

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking

lil summery// just a lil cutesy protective Dean Winchester

*REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT*

Dean x Reader

Word count// 1400

(gif from Pinterest)

You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar

“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle

You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes

“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters

“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded

Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”

Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes

Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone

sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him

You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away

Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt

When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”

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lil repost of one of my personal favs from my old account :))

[castielscaplan]

Birds, The Bee and All Of What's In Between

Summary: Jacks asks you and Dean about the Birds & the Bees.

WC: 968

Warnings: fluff!

A/N: title sent in as a prompt from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork back in March?? i think, i cant rember.

Read on ao3!

The bunker was quiet—rare, blessedly so. Jack sat at the kitchen table, head tilted, brow furrowed in concentration over a well-worn science textbook he’d pulled from a dusty shelf in the library. You were leaning against the counter with a cup of tea, watching him with the kind of fondness that settled into your bones. Dean was flipping pancakes, half-focused, half-listening—until the boy spoke.

“Dean,” Jack asked, completely serious. “Why do humans call it ‘the birds and the bees’ when it’s about reproduction? Birds don’t even have—uh, external anatomy. And bees die after they—”

Dean choked on nothing. Pancake batter hit the floor.

You tried. Truly, you did. But the laughter burst out of you before you could stop it.

Jack looked between you and Dean, confused but patient. “Did I say something wrong?”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath like he was preparing for a salt-and-burn.

“No, kid, it’s just—” He turned, spatula still in hand, cheeks already flushing. “It’s a metaphor. A really outdated, confusing metaphor. I don’t even know why people still say it.”

Jack frowned. “So… it has nothing to do with actual bees? Or mating dances?”

“Well…” Dean grimaced. “Depends on the kind of dancing you’re talking about.”

Jack opened his mouth again.

You intervened, gently putting your tea down and sliding into the seat beside him. “How about we save the anatomy talk for after breakfast, huh?”

Dean mouthed thank you at you while flipping the next pancake like it owed him money.

Jack was relentless, though—sharp, curious, kind in that unknowingly brutal way only someone like him could be. After a few more bites of breakfast, he glanced between the two of you again and asked, with the weight of a loaded question:

“So… you and Dean. You care about each other that way, right?”

You almost dropped your fork. Dean froze mid-chew.

“I mean,” Jack continued earnestly, “you do the dishes together. And you said you share a bed when we stay in motels. And Dean looks at you like his heart is about to explode sometimes.”

Dean swallowed hard. “Okay. That’s enough Nat Geo for one day.”

You were trying not to laugh again. Dean’s ears were red. Jack looked genuinely pleased, like he’d just connected another puzzle piece about what it meant to be human.

Dean cleared his throat. “Finish your breakfast, Jack. I gotta go oil Baby’s engine. Y/N, come with?”

It wasn’t a question. He practically dragged you out by the wrist.

Outside the garage, warm morning sun spilling onto the pavement, Dean paced like he had a monster to kill.

“His heart’s about to explode?” he muttered. “What is he, a poet now?”

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“He’s just noticing what we try not to say out loud,” you said softly.

Dean stilled. You felt his shoulders drop, the tension bleeding out slowly. After a beat, he turned, cupping your face in his calloused hands.

“I never wanted this,” he said. “This domestic crap. The parenting. The porch-swing life. It was never in the cards.”

You looked at him carefully. “But?”

He exhaled. “But I’d burn the damn deck of cards if it meant keeping you two around.”

--

Jack had just come back from a solo hunt with Sam, covered in grime and pride. He was bouncing on his heels while you made coffee, retelling every moment like a campfire story.

Dean stood in the doorway, watching. Not saying much. Just… watching.

Later, when Jack had gone off to shower, Dean came up behind you and tugged you into his chest.

“You’re good with him,” he murmured.

You leaned back. “So are you. You just don’t know it.”

His lips brushed your temple. “You ever think about what it’d be like? Raising someone for real?”

You turned, heart thudding. “You mean, like… together?”

Dean shrugged like it wasn’t terrifying. “I dunno. Maybe.”

You kissed him that night like it was the first time all over again—slow, aching, hungry with the weight of hope.

--

Later that evening, Jack was curled up in the bunker’s little living room space, half-asleep under his favorite blanket. The one with the constellations. Dean stood behind the couch, arms folded, just watching.

You came up beside him.

“You know,” he said softly, “I used to think I’d die before I got to have anything like this.”

“You used to want to die before it,” you corrected. “You didn’t think you deserved it.”

Dean gave you a crooked, tired smile. “Still not sure I do.”

You nudged him. “Too bad. You’ve got it anyway.”

He was quiet for a while. Then: “He’s gonna ask about love next.”

You reached for his hand. “Then we’ll tell him about us.”

--

The night was quiet, unusually so. You were lying in bed beside him, tracing the freckle on his collarbone.

“You’re staring,” he grumbled.

“I like looking at you.”

“Even now? I’m a mess.”

“You’re my mess.”

He let out a breathy chuckle. Then, softly: “I think I love you.”

You didn’t say anything. Not right away. Just kissed him—slow, gentle, final. Like an answer carved into your bones.

That night, in the warmth of the bunker, while Jack snored softly and the hum of the old pipes rattled in the walls, Dean rested his hand over your knee, grounding himself like he always did when he wasn’t sure how to say what he felt.

You squeezed his fingers.

“I never learned much from the birds or the bees,” he said, voice low, “but I learned everything from you. From Jack. From this.”

“And that,” you said, tilting your head to kiss his cheek, “is all of what matters.”

[mimic-man]

Spn boys NSFW headcannons (CIS male reader)

Dean

You had to help him out the first few times but after that he got it DOWN.

One of his favorites are you on your knees sucking him off.

He definitely teases you by moving his hand really close to your crotch or sometimes he full on just palms you through your pants when your sat next to him however it highly depends on what is going on and where you guys are at.

If you were one of the "villains" you two definitely used to have hate sex.

If you aren't them you two just have sex to release some steam if it's more of a friends with benefits relationship but if it's a romantic relationship then it's because you two genuinely enjoy having sex

Most definitely rough sex most times but if he has the time and or nobody will be around for a while then it'll be more sensual.

Sam

He more of a groaner than like a moaner/whimperer.

I mean maybe you can get him whimpering 🤷

Don't pull his hair no matter how tempting it is...

He definitely likes you riding him but if you are the dom you then missionary. (He definitely does missionary even when he's Dom)

He does like seeing your face during sex.

Nothing to out of the normal he's pretty simple when it comes to sex.

Castiel

He doesn't make much noise I mean maybe a groan here and there and if you're lucky a moan or whimper.

He's a little clueless when it comes to sex despite him watching the pizza man and the baby sitter... But that's okay! You help him the best you can.

You can definitely get him to moan or whimper if you suck him off.

You most definitely end up the dom most times.

If you like rough sex then he’ll participate but he does enjoy gentle and sensual sex more.

You two have most definitely gotten caught and or have been overheard while having sex.

Crowley

You know he's in the mood when he starts getting handsy.

He'll pull you into his lap or if you guys are around people he'll pull you away or teleport you two away.

This does happen quite often.

You don't really know what you do to make him horny but you do make him horny a lot.

You've two been caught making out somewhere in the bunker because Crowley had pulled you away.

You two have experimented quite a lot.

He denies it but he does really like intimate and soft sex.

He does occasionally like you as the top but when you are the top you are 6/10 times a soft top

He does get whiny and bratty. Mostly when you two have been very busy and haven't had sex in a while.

Definitely sasses you during sex. He has a loud mouth and he can't help himself.

Praise him and he seems fine but on the inside he is DYING

Gabriel

He's even worse than Crowley when it comes to getting handsy.

He is a brat when he's the sub for sure.

Kinky as hell 💀

You've guys practically have tried EVERYTHING.

A little bit after he returned from being tortured you guys basically had a whole day spent on having sex.

He enjoys either making your brain turn to mush or having you turn his brain to mush.

He has a lot of energy and when I say a lot I mean A LOT.

He is a major switch when it comes to you.

Jack

I don't know if it's alright to do some for him since he's technically like 3 but he's fully grown so let me know if it is 😭💀

[jakegyllenbaalz]

i❤️ supernatural

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Hold My Hand

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Jack Kline & teen!reader

Requested by @gabrielasilva1510

Synopsis: you and Jack are always there for each other

Warnings: fighting, people want to kill Jack, angst with a happy ending, probably continuity errors because season 12-14 is kind of a blur to me

“We have to find her.”

“We don’t even know where to start.”

“There’s gotta be something we can do, she can’t have gotten far.”

“Why don’t we just let her go?”

All eyes turned to you when you interrupted Team Free Will in the middle of an argument.

“That’s not an option,” Dean scoffed. “She’s carrying Lucifer 2.0, we’ve got to stop her before he’s born.”

“Just because Lucifer’s his dad, doesn’t mean he’s gonna be evil,” you argued. “He didn’t do anything, and if Kelly wants to have this baby, why should we stop her?”

“It will kill her,” Cas said.

“And yet she said she wants to have him anyway,” you countered.

“Whoa whoa, can we back up to when I said, Lucifer’s son?” Dean said. “It’s evil, we kill it, no argument.”

“It’s not like he’s done anything!” You said. “He’s innocent! He didn’t ask to have Lucifer for a dad, and he can’t be evil before he’s even born.”

“Look, does any of this matter?” Sam cut in before the argument could get more heated. “We can’t find Kelly, so there’s nothing we can do yet anyway.”

“Fine,” Dean huffed. “But when we find her, there’s no argument. We can’t take a chance with that thing.”

“He’s not a thing, Dean.” You glared at your brother, but nobody said anything more to continue the argument.

…

The argument was inconsequential—you didn’t find Kelly in time. Well, you and your brothers didn’t.

But Cas did, and he paid the price.

You didn’t reach Jack fast enough to stop Dean from shooting him, and once he knocked the three of you out and disappeared you weren’t able to stop Dean from going on a hunt to end him. Once Cas was gone, Dean was more convinced than ever that killing Jack was right, and you just didn’t seem able to get Dean to listen to you anymore.

“You’ve been quiet,” Sam observed when the two of you got a moment away from Dean.

“Why won’t he listen?” You sighed. “I-I know he’s hurt because of Cas, but we all are. Just because he’s gone doesn’t mean it’s Jack’s fault, and it’s not fair to hunt him down because of it.”

“Jack?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. Well, I think. I saw it painted on the wall in Kelly’s house, I think that’s what she wanted to name him. He’s not just Lucifer’s son, Sam, no matter what Dean thinks. He has a name, and he doesn’t have to be evil just because Lucifer’s his dad, or-or because Kelly died in childbirth, or because Cas died to protect him. Those are all decisions that other people made, not Jack.”

“I understand what you’re saying. I just don’t think Dean does.”

“I’ve tried to tell him,” you said. “I’ve tried a hundred times. He doesn’t want to listen.”

“I know,” Sam said. “But he’s in pain. We’ve got to cut him some slack.”

“If we cut him too much slack, then we’re just signing Jack’s death warrant.” You sighed. “I can’t do that, Sam. If I do, then Kelly and Cas died for nothing.”

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but closed it quickly when he saw Dean returning to the Impala.

…

Finding Jack wasn’t as hard as Dean was afraid it would be. On the way to a lead, Sam and Dean restarted the argument about Jack.

“I’m sorry, are you defending the son of Satan?” Dean scoffed after Sam tried to calm Dean down.

“I’m not defending anything, it’s just—“

“I am,” you butted in. “The only reason Jack attacked us is because you shot him!”

“Hey!” Dean smacked his hand against the steering wheel. “I shot the monster, that’s what we do!”

“Jack’s not a monster!” You blurted.

“Jack?” Dean scoffed. “It’s Lucifer’s son, not some new best friend. And he killed Kelly, and…” Dean’s voice stuttered. “And Cas…”

“Jack didn’t kill them!” You insisted. “They wanted to protect him, that doesn’t make it his fault!”

Dean opened his mouth to yell at you, his fingers whitening on the steering wheel, when Sam interrupted.

“Guys, we’re here.”

Dean gritted his teeth as he pulled into the parking lot.

“The only plan I have right now is killing that thing before he kills anyone else.”

“Is Cas…” Sam swallowed. “Is Cas really gone?”

“You know he is.”

…

Once the three of you finally tracked Jack to a police station, Sam managed to taser him before the three of you got arrested by the very suspicious cop.

You and Sam were left with Jack in a holding cell while Dean talked to the woman—no doubt, he was trying to convince her to help him kill Jack. At least, that’s what you were afraid of. Even Sam, who you considered much more on your side, was pressing himself against the farthest wall from Jack when he woke up.

Once Jack relaxed and his yellow eyes faded, you approached him even as Sam held back.

“Y/N…” Sam whispered warily, but you ignored him, opting to sit next to Jack on a hard metal bench. Jack watched you silently for a moment before offering a small smile and turning his attention back to Sam, who was trying to ask him some questions.

“Will you tell them I’m sorry?” Jack asked him. You saw the guilt in his eyes, and it twisted your gut—Jack had never meant to hurt anyone, and he must’ve been so scared when Dean shot him.

“Um…yeah,” Sam agreed.

Sam continued to question him, and you continued to remain by Jack’s side. You were sure it was making Sam nervous—his eyes kept glancing towards you, and his hands were twitching, as though he was prepared to act at any moment. But you could also tell that it was calming Jack. The changes were subtle, but you could almost feel rather than see him…not leaning in your direction, but more like relaxing towards you, like a flower growing towards sunlight.

Once Jack announced that he’d had to grow up quickly because the world was dangerous, you felt yourself understanding him more and more. Sam seemed to relax when Jack claimed that Castiel was his chosen father, not Lucifer. The more Jack spoke, the more the two of you realized that this was not some monster, some devil-spawn—he was just a kid.

And it all was going so well until Dean returned.

Jack was still stiff and silent after learning that Cas was dead, so he didn’t acknowledge Dean’s presence. You wanted to go and make sure that Dean didn’t still plan to kill Jack, but Sam beat you to Dean, and you didn’t want to leave Jack alone. Still, you listened carefully as Sam tried to convince Dean that Jack was just a kid.

The brothers were interrupted by a cry for help—Dean went to investigate, leaving the three of you stranded in the cell. He wasn’t gone thirty seconds when to angels broke down the door. Once they were inside, Jack doubled over in pain, stumbling against the wall.

“Jack!” You cried out, reaching over and steadying him. One of the angels ripped the door off its hinges, and Sam and the angel fought while you stayed by Jack’s side, keeping yourself between him and the other angel.

Sam was on the floor in a minute, overwhelmed by the angel. You were conflicted for a moment—did you help Sam, or Jack?—but the angel ignored Sam once he was on the floor, going straight to Jack. It only took one swift blow to get you out of the way, your head slamming painfully against the rough stone wall of the jail cell.

“Jack…” you whimpered, watching as the angels grabbed him and marched him towards the exit.

“Hey!” Sam yelled, and you turned to see him press his bloody palm against the angel-repelling symbol he’d finger-drawn in blood. The angels were gone in a bright flash of light, and Jack remained, kneeling in pain by the door.

“Jack.” You jumped to your feet, staggering a little as the blood rushed to your head, but you still managed to reach Jack and grab hold of his shoulder. “Jack, are you ok?”

Before he could answer, the door slammed open to reveal a third and final angel wielding an angel blade. Sam grabbed one the other angel had dropped and jumped in front of Jack. You stayed right by Jack’s side as he stood to his feet.

“Don’t.” Sam said.

“Or what, other one?” The Angel scoffed.

“Guess.” Dean grunted, entering right behind her.

You felt your hand subconsciously finding Jack’s as you took a half-step forward, trying to block his body with your own. You saw Jack glance at you out of the corner of your eye—he looked confused—but his hand squeezed yours even tighter.

“If I can’t have him, no one can,” the angel promised, twisting her blade and driving into Jack’s chest.

“No!” You cried as Sam killed her with one swift jab. The three of you watched with bated breath as Jack grabbed hold of the angel blade and slowly removed it.

“I…I’m fine,” he breathed.

Sam and Dean stared at each other, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bloody hole in the middle of Jack’s chest.

“I’m fine,” Jack repeated, his hand once again finding yours.

…

You sat with Jack while Sam and Dean discussed the options. It didn’t take long to decide—Jack would be going with you. Of course, you were almost certain that it was because Dean was looking for a way to kill him, but you would take what you could get for now.

You finally separated from Jack when the four of you returned to the cabin. Dean went in to prepare Cas’s body, and Jack wanted to see his mother one last time. You couldn’t bring yourself to go in—to see what you’d lost. So you waited outside until both bodies were brought out to burn.

You saw Sam speaking to Jack while Dean poured gasoline on the pyre, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. Sam and Dean spoke, but it was like you were in a play, one where two characters went off to talk but no one else on stage was supposed to hear what they were saying. Their words weren’t quiet, and they were mere inches from you, but you couldn’t make it out anyway. Then Dean tossed his lighter into the fire, and you watched as flames engulfed the two covered bodies. You wanted to look away—to close your eyes, as if that would somehow make anything better—but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. You felt like an unwilling witness to the burning blaze that took your friends away—away to somewhere better, you hoped. The smoke rose up, and you watched it as if hoping to see their souls rising with it—off to a better world, a world without so much pain.

Jack’s hand on your arm snapped you out of your daze. He looked for a moment as if he didn’t know what he was doing. But then his hand found yours, and you felt it—a reassuring squeeze. His hand was warm, and his touch was comforting. Your gaze met his for the briefest of moments, before both of you looked back at the fire.

But not before your hand squeezed his back.

…

“I don’t like that,” Dean grumbled to Sam. Sam looked at him, confused, and Dean gestured to the back seat. Jack was asleep against the window, and somewhere along the line you’d gone from sleeping on your own window to sleeping on Jack’s shoulder. “We shouldn’t be letting her get that close to it. As soon as we figure out how to kill a nephilim, he’s gone.”

“Dean, we don’t know that he’s evil,” Sam reasoned.

“Yes we do, Sam. And every time we try to cheat, try to pretend that the bad guys aren’t so bad, people end up dead. So now we’re gonna do what we should always do—end the problem.”

Both boys halted their conversation when they saw you stir—getting you involved would only make the argument worse; they knew where you stood on the issue.

“Dean, the problem might be the only way to save mom,” Sam argued.

“Mom is gone.”

…

You awoke to a blinding motel sign blinking above the Impala.

“We should be on the road,” Dean was arguing to Sam.

“Dean, you were hallucinating sheep. We need a few hours,” Sam countered.

“This is nice!” Jack said enthusiastically when he saw the dingy, near-rotting motel room. You found yourself smiling at his eagerness while Sam and Dean dropped their bags on the ground.

“Wow,” Jack breathed when he turned on the tv and a Scooby-Doo episode started playing. “This is…wonderful.”

You grinned, settling down next to him on one of the beds to watch, when Dean stepped over.

“Hey, no,” he said, moving to turn it off. He hesitated when he saw the show, almost smiling at what it was. You were just starting to hope that Dean was coming around when the smile dropped and he clicked the tv off. “You’re on the couch sport, move,” he said to Jack. “Y/N, I guess you’re sharing my bed tonight.” Dean snatched a bible off the counter and tossed it to Jack. “Here, why don’t you read a book.”

“I’m gonna stay up for a little bit,” you said, going to sit by Jack on the couch. Dean pursed his lips, but said nothing.

Sam left and returned quickly with burgers. The four of you chowed down—you watched as Jack started to mimic all of Dean’s movements, and you had to bite back a smile when Dean started to get annoyed with it.

After dinner, you dozed off. Sometime in the night, Donatello arrived, but you didn’t wake until you started to hear raised voices. You sat up on the couch and noticed Jack next to you. He was watching Sam, Dean, and Donatello argue about him—mostly Sam and Dean.

“He doesn’t have to be evil!” Sam was saying. “We don’t know that he isn’t more like Cas and Kelly than Lucifer!”

“I’m right here you know!” Jack argued, but no one listened.

“Yeah but he’s not Kelly, not Cas, he’s the freakin devil!”

You flinched in surprise when Jack disappeared from next to you. Dean turned to look at him, growling in annoyance when he saw Jack was gone.

“Nice going, Dean,” you huffed, jumping to your feet and running out to find Jack. You slammed the door in Dean’s face before he could respond.

…

“Hey Jack.” You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Jack, sitting on a crate in an alleyway outside of the motel. You had a feeling he could’ve just as easily transported himself to Hawaii, so you were more than relieved that he hadn’t gone far.

Jack tucked his head into his arms as if trying to escape you.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “Everyone was so angry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you sighed.

“I guess you just wanted to be away from it all.” You hadn’t noticed Sam following you until he spoke.

“And suddenly, I was,” Jack sighed. You felt your gut twist at the guilt in his voice—he didn’t want his power, you could feel it. It must be so overwhelming for him, to just think or feel something and have it happen.

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “I’ll tell you what, you’ve got some special skills, Jack. We just need to make sure you get a grip on them, so you don’t hurt anybody.”

“Is that why Dean hates me?” Jack asked, and you had to remind yourself to stay calm—you loved Dean, but right now you’d never wanted to hit him more.

Jack and Sam continued to talk about Dean, and about Jack’s own powers, but again you found your mind wandering. You didn’t know what to do, but for some reason you felt that more than anything, you wanted to protect this kid. You’d never met anyone like him—he was so kind, so inquisitive, so bright and happy—and you felt like he was someone you needed in the world.

“I just don’t know if I’m worth all this.” Jack’s tearful confession brought you back to the present.

“You’re mom thought you were,” Sam told him. “So did Cas. So do I.”

“Me too,” you jumped in. “Jack, I believe you can control your powers. And I believe that you deserve a chance here. I believe that you’re worth that.”

You weren’t sure if he moved or if you did, but somehow Jack’s hand was grasped in yours once again. It just felt right—like he was a wind chime, beautiful when moved in the right direction, and you were the string holding him up—you made each other better; you made each other work.

…

Dean’s relationship with Jack didn’t change much after you guys brought him back to the bunker—even after Jack saved you all from Asmodeus. Dean tried his best to keep you away from Jack, but he was never successful. The only thing he could do was never leave you alone in the bunker with him—which he made sure to do.

That plan backfired one day when Dean took you with him for a supply run—he didn’t need you, but you’d been “spending too much time with the devil’s kid” recently, so he took you out anyway.

Which would have been fine, if a certain Knight of Hell hadn’t been on the loose.

You’d wandered away from Dean in the parking lot—he was heading inside the store, but you turned off at the last moment, something catching your eye in the alleyway just outside. You didn’t know what it was, or why you turned; instinct, maybe. Nonetheless, you hadn’t taken two steps into the alley when you heard—

“Ah, yes. You’ll do nicely.”

—and you felt something smack the back of your head with a sickening crunch, bringing darkness to your vision and numbness to your bones, before you suddenly couldn’t feel anything at all.

…

Pain. After a time, it was all you remembered. You woke to it every day, and passed out from it every night. At least, that’s how you imagined it—you couldn’t tell the difference between night and day in the dank, gloomy stone tomb that you’d spent the last few…days? Weeks?—in. You didn’t know anymore. It didn’t matter anymore.

The slow scrape of stone on stone forewarned more pain as you sagged against the rusted chains that bit into your bloody-soaked wrists.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name was jarring in a place where your identity never seemed to matter. You struggled to lift your head, seeing first the shadow of the stranger, then his shoes, all the way until you could make out the silhouette of a face.

“Y/N! Dean, I found her!”

The voice felt familiar, but in an indistinct way; like seeing someone who recognized you, but you couldn’t place their face.

Large hands on your face had all the breath leaving your lungs as you whimpered in fear.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. N/N it’s me, you’re ok.”

The name came to you as if from a nearly-forgotten dream.

“Sammy?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Sam’s voice was gentle as he reached over and started to work at the locks holding your chains in place. You didn’t notice Dean approaching, but when your chains gave way and your knees buckled, Dean was there to catch you.

“It’s ok sweetheart. We’re gonna take you home.”

…

You’d been in your room for three days. Sam and Dean had been going in and trying to coax you out, but you hadn’t moved, spoken, or even had anything to eat. Dean had kept Jack out of your room completely, despite both Jack and Sam’s protests.

“Look, I know you don’t trust him, but he and Y/N…they’ve connected, Dean. She likes him, and she trusts him. He could help her.”

“What, you think he can do something we can’t?” Dean scoffed.

“Maybe,” Sam answered honestly. “But it can’t hurt to try.”

“Yes it cou-“

“No, no it couldn’t,” Sam stopped Dean before he could even finish. “Jack won’t hurt her, Dean. He just won’t. I know you hate it, but they care about each other, and you can’t stop that.”

Dean gritted his teeth, mulling over Sam’s words.

“Fine. But if it doesn’t work, then he stays away.”

Sam sighed.

“Deal.”

…

Sam grabbed Dean’s arm, stopping him before he could follow Jack into your room.

“Just give them a little space,” Sam whispered. Dean scowled, but stayed in the doorway.

“Y/N?” Jack’s voice was quiet, but you flinched anyway. “It’s ok, it’s me, it’s Jack.”

Your head lifted, only about an inch, and your eyes flicked up to Jack before you looked back down.

“I really missed you around here,” Jack continued, climbing up to sit next to you on your bed. Dean stiffened, but Sam held his arm to keep him from interrupting.

You stayed silent, but Jack was patient.

“Nothing was the same around here. I’m glad you’re back, I just…I wish you felt safe now, because you are. You’re safe here, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again.” Jack’s hand inched towards yours, but Dean interrupted.

“Ok, you tried. Now come on.”

“Dean—“ Sam began, but Jack didn’t argue. He just stood slowly to his feet and started towards your door.

“Jack.”

Your voice stopped Jack in his tracks. He turned to look at you, and his worried brow relaxed when he saw your hand reaching out for his. He took two steps and was in front of you again, reaching forwards and grasping your hand in his.

“Hey Y/N.” Jack smiled. You returned his smile with a weak one of your own.

“Hi Jack.”

And Jack knew that it would all be ok.

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[kaivenom]

The SPN boys perfect date with you

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel "The Trickster", Jack Kline, Castiel

A/N: for the first time on a long time writing something that isnt one piece😂. The anime and the manga are on pause and i am crying🥲

Masterlist

Sam Winchester

Probably a date at home, ordering food and watching movies with you, the while cozy treatment.

Picking you Up at your home and ordering the take away on some restaurat, picking a cofee and getting to the bunker with you.

Eating while watching bad movies, anything you want to see and laughing cause It's probably a bad horror movie.

Reading in silence with your bodies entaged and sharing little mischevious looks.

And of course, at some point you start to make out and now you are trapped with him, una le to go back home.

Dean Winchester

Riding with baby, no doubt.

Like Sam, he orders some food with you, but instead of going to the bunker, he gets you to a nice and calm spot, far from society and organize a picnic on top of the impala.

If the weather it's good, there IS probably a river or lake near by to swim.

If the weather it's bad you stay inside the impala, eating and playing cards,

And like Sam, he can get a little to much needy and even if you are outside on the lake or inside the impala, he Will start to make out with you and you Will end Up getting frisky on the backseat.

Castiel

Probably at first he doesnt get the concept of date s he follows you with your daily routines.

Now, that he knows what a deate IS, he realizes that his perfect date with you it's the thing that you already had been doing, rutinal things.

Such as cleaning and shopping groceries, anything that helps you with your chores.

And usually, this "dates" end up with a tender moment wich usually is a warm Bath.

So its just the two of you, rubbing each other rubing your sore bodies.

With a slow music playing on the background, bubbles, music and even some wine.

Gabriel "The Trickster"

A party, a buffet, even a brothel, since he can make every scenario posible, everything it's the perfect date, cause It IS with you.

So, you get to choose the when and the where, cause he can materialize It in any second.

He just wants to make you laugh and have a good time, even if it's with the most bizarre or the most common things, i picture this man as a total pleaser.

But, the two things that he Will do no matter what it's eat sweets and feed you with them.

It's his nly condition to make the evening perfect, have you on his lap and put a Candy on your tongue, maybe with his mouth.

Jack Kline

A carnival or a amusement park.

He still has the soul of a child so his perfect date would circle around fun.

Eating pop corn, playing minigolf, trying to win everything on the booths, you still don't know where he got the money,

If he makes you laugh then the night IS a good one.

He finishes the night with a kiss on your doorstep, he saw that on a movie and wanted to try It.

[bamboobooshark]

— YOUR THINGS IN MY ROOM

Jack Kline / Reader ; in which Jack can’t stop taking your things.

1.5k words ; no cw needed

It’s a pretty peaceful day in the bunker which comes once in a blue moon. You aren’t complaining though. The sounds of nature slowly creep up in volume as the sun rises. The morning is kind to you today. All the boys are either asleep or, if they’re awake, quiet enough to let you rest. Eventually, the time comes where you start to become aware of your surroundings. You can’t fight off the mundane tasks that need to be completed given the off track situation you’re in today. You stretch and groan to let the rest of your body wake itself up. You bite the inside of your cheek, almost giving yourself a Charlie horse from how good you stretch your legs. “G’morning, guys,” you rasp out to the men as you continue your regular wake-up. Jack and Castiel are awake, of course. “Good morning,” Castiel returns as he’s looking through some files Dean handed to him. Jack muffles out, what you assume to be, the same thing Castiel just stated. You rub the sleep from your eyes, peer over the couch, and chuckle. Jack has his cheeks stuffed full of sugary cereal like a rodent storing food for later. He gives you a goofy smile that you don’t hesitate to return.

You head to the small bathroom and wash your face as you usually do, taking long breaths after each splash of cold water. You pat your face dry, but hear the sound of foot fall against the wooden floor. You cock your eyebrow and peak out of the bathroom doorway. Nothing. Maybe Sam or Dean is finally awake. You shrug it off and continue to take care of yourself. Not even five minutes later, you hear the same exact sound. Same pace, urgency, everything. Your toothbrush hangs between your clenched teeth as you step out of the bathroom completely to observe your surroundings. “Are one of you trying to screw with me?” you ask suspiciously. Both Castiel and Jack look at you like you’re crazy. “Nevermind,” you groan while shaking your head. You spit out the minty foam and wash it down the drain. It’s been about thirty minutes since you woke up, and the brothers are now awake. They greet you as you make your way from the bathroom to where you keep your clothes. You push through the hangers and attempt to find your favorite sweater considering the cold weather outside. It takes you a while to realize it’s not on the usual hanger that you put it on. In fact, it’s not even on the rack. “Sam! C’mere!” you call to the tall man. He scratches his head and yawns. “What’s up?” he asks with half-lidded eyes. You motion to the top of the closet. “I can’t find my sweater. Can you pretty please get it? I think it’s on that top shelf,” you plead, even fluttering your eyelashes dramatically. You get a sigh and a chuckle out of the large man as he starts to search for it. He hums, squints, and even pokes his tongue out between his lips. He is determined to find that sweater you love so much. “Damn it,” he grunts. That phrases tells you all you need to knowz Sadly, even he can’t find it. “I’ll let you know if I see it, alright?” he tells you with a genuine smile. “Alright,” you drag out in complaint. “Thank you for trying, though!” you chirp to him, making sure his efforts don’t go unnoticed. He nods in acknowledgment as he heads back to the living area. You sigh in disappointment, missing your sweater like it’s your child. You let the situation be for now, and find something else to wear.

Jack was the first to spot you as you emerged from the bathroom after changing. He did his typical greeting where his hand shot up in a stiff wave. “Your outfit looks very nice!” he complimented, cheeks pushed up from his big grin. You chuckle softly and shake your head. “It’s not much. Just a replacement since I couldn’t find my sweater,” you told him, shrugging it off. You look around at the men who are all doing their own things. Dean is on a dating app of some sort, Sam is catching up on a book he’s been trying to read for ages, Castiel is watching TV, and Jack is on the floor in his own world—still staring at you kindly. “If you guys don’t mind,” you say somewhat loudly in attempts to get their attention. All the boys look at you in expectation. “I know today is like an off day, but I’d really appreciate it if one of you could help me try to find my sweater,” you sigh out, gaze awaiting for a volunteer. Jack jumps to his feet with the energy of a shaken soda bottle. You giggle at his reaction to your request, “I take it you wanna help me, Jack?” He nods in agreement, quickly rushing to your bedroom before you can make any protests. You shrug it off, not expecting anything devious. “See you guys in a bit!” you chirp to the others before waving to them.

You finally catch up to Jack who’s been upstairs for a bit now. You get all doe-eyed when you see how quick ues going through everything. “Jack, calm down!” you nervously laugh. He pauses, turning around to face you. He looks like a wild animal hunching over freshly killed prey. He’s sweating and panting, but still giving you that same smile at before. “You asked me to help,” he states. You take a deep breath to calm yourself hefore explaining things. “Yes, I did. That doesn’t mean you have to go rabid in my bedroom. Stand up,” you request to which he quickly follows. He bashfully comes to stand by your side. “Where have you not checked?” you ask with suspicion. He pauses and looks at you proudly. “I already checked every inch of your room, don’t worry!” he states happily. Your cheeks flush slightly as your mind rushes through all the things he could’ve seen that you had hidden in draws, boxes, and whatnot. “If you saw anything weird, never speak of it,” you say while attempting to keep your calm. He quickly nods in understanding. You sit there for a moment, arms crossed against your chest while you think. You gaze at Jack, who’s patiently standing in your peripheral vision.

Dean is too muscular.

Sam is too tall.

Castiel sticks to his trench coat combo.

“Jack,” you start, you tone more gentle than usual. “Yes?” he replies quickly. “Is it okay if we check your room?” you ask, attempting to come up with an excuse under pressure. “I think my sweater might’ve gotten mixed into your laundry,” you explain. He nods compliantly, quickly leading you to his room. You’ve been in there before, but never really searched. You look around at the collections of trinkets, crafts, drawings, and other fun things that represent Jack’s gentle persona. A soft smile creeps onto your lips as he stands by your side. You silently begin to search the nephilim’s room, looking inside of every drawer, under every piece of furniture, behind boxes of things. Jack blurts out of nowhere, “I have to take care of something!” You jerk yourself out of your focused state, but by the time you do, he’s already out of the room. You sigh and roll your eyes before continuing your search once more.

The minutes fly by, and you eventually give up. You’ve been trying to find your sweater for almost two hours now. There doesn’t seem to be any hope of finding it soon. You’re sat on the couch between the two angels—Sam and Dean are out getting food. You feel so relaxed when spending time with the non-humans. They’re so quiet and calm, never freaking out over little things. You feel odd, suddenly. Maybe a little too calm. Jack has his head rested on your shoulder, Castiel has his hand on top of your own. You’re quickly lulled to sleep.

It’s dark outside when you wake up. The sun is barely peaking over the horizon. You rub your head and try to recollect your thoughts of what happened. How are you in your bed? What happened to your jacket? Your rings? You slightly panic, expecting that the items you’re worried about ended up in the same place as your sweater. You really feel like you should tell Dean and Sam, but your gut tells you Jack might have something to do with this. He can knock people out. He seemed so anxious earlier when you needed to search his room for your sweater. You drag yourself out of bed, slug across the hallway as quietly as you can, and quickly open the door to Jack’s room. Lo and behold he’s got all your things. He’s using your jacket as a pillowcase, swaddled in your sweater, and your missing jewelry is placed neatly in a row on his bedside table. You know nephilims don’t need sleep, but that boy was sound asleep. He looked so precious wearing your things. It tugged at your heart—the way he was adorned by your things. Even if he stole them, you were torn between confronting him and seeing him so peaceful. You sigh softly, standing in his doorway to continue admiring him. He tosses and turns a bit, eventually laying to fave you. You smile when you notice the slight grin on his lips. God, he is just precious.

You jolt as soon as he does. He squeaks out your name while giving you a wide-eyed look. It’s below him to lie, so he proceeds to tell the truth. “I didn’t expect you to catch me! I’m sorry. You can have your things back. I’ll ask next time. I just needed them for now,” he explains quickly. You give yourself a moment to process everything before snickering. “Jack. You don’t need to be sorry. It’s cute seeing you all bundled up in my clothes,” you tell him. He gives you a toothy smile, eyes scrunching at the corners. “So I can keep your things?” he asks hopefully. You stand there and think on it for a moment. “We could make a deal,” you tell him. He’s all ears.

The next morning, Sam and Dean see the two of you cuddled up on the couch. You’ve got Jack’s coat messily draped on your shoulders, and Jack’s got the replacement sweater you wore on. The nephilim also has you wrapped in his arms like a human-sized stuffed animal, face pressed against your shoulder blade, knees tucked behind yours.

The two of you would never confess your love for each other, though.

divider creds :: @ithemes

tags :: @coffee--lover

[gallavichsreddie1128]

You’re Jealous? (Dean Winchester)

Description: Dean gets jealous of Jack

Word Count: 823

He glared at Jack, who took an interest in his wife, as he made her laugh about god knows what. Y/N was younger than Dean and that had always been an insecurity for him. He was looking at the reason why. Y/N was 30 and he was 40, Jack looked to be in his 20’s but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t realize that Jack would be better for her.

Jack could protect her a lot more than Dean could but he would never admit that out loud. He would just glare anytime that Jack talked to Y/N. Y/N hadn’t noticed Dean being shallow towards Jack, so she hadn’t questioned him. Sam was out at the store so it’s not like he could notice, nor did he ever, Cas was oblivious to the whole thing and sat confused with Y/N and Jack as they talked. It took one glance at Dean to see the glare upon his face but he wasn’t sure who it was towards. “Dean, are you okay?” He asked, pulling all the attention on him.

It would be nice if Cas could have walked over here and asked instead of calling attention to it. Y/N looked over at her husband who looked almost embarrassed by being called out. “Dean?” She questioned softly. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her, “What?” He asked. “Cas asked if you were okay.” “Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” But Y/N knew better. That was his way of trying to lie. Y/N sighed and excused herself from the table and went over to him. She pulled on his arm to get him to stand up before leading him to the bedroom. He smirked thinking that they were about to have sex but his smirk dropped when she turned to him with a concerned look.

“Dean, what’s going on?” She asked, softly. “I’m fine.” He tried to lie but as his wife she caught on. “Dean, I know when you’re lying.” She told him and he sighed, there was no way out of this. She took his hands, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” She gave him a small smile and he sighed in defeat. “It’s Jack.” She looked confused, “What did Jack do?” She asked, letting go of his hands and sitting on the bed. “He keeps making you laugh.” Y/N’s confused face kept on until she realized what he meant. She stood up from the bed, “Dean, are you really jealous of Jack?” She asked like it was the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. “I-” “You, Dean Winchester, the sexiest man to ever live, are jealous?” She asked. He smirked at her words and walked closer to her, “That what you really think?” He asked seductively and she sighed.

She pushed him away and he looked confused. “Yes Dean but that does not mean we should have sex right now.” She told him. “Why not?” She looked at him like he was stupid, “Dean, this is an issue you have and it needs to be resolved.” He went to talk but she held up a finger, “Without sex.” He sighed, “I’m not jealous of Jack.” “Yes you are. Big deal that he makes me laugh, Dean.” She yelled. Dean hoped that Cas and Jack couldn’t hear them. “Only I should be making you laugh like that.” She rolled her eyes, “Gosh Dean, you sound like a teenager.” She said before sitting back on the bed.

“Why do you care so much about him making me laugh?” She asked him. He sat down next to her, “He’s young and can protect you better than I can.” She turned to him, “What?” “You heard me.” “Dean, I don’t care that he’s closer in age to me or that he can protect me better.” “So you agree that he can protect you better?” She nearly growled at him, “No, you think that but I don’t care. I love you, Dean, not him. I married you.” She said to him.

He looked down feeling stupid for this whole thing. He’s supposed to protect her and be a good husband, not a jealous and insecure one. “Hey.” He looked up at her, “It’s okay that you felt that way, it’s normal. But next time talk to me and don’t try to lie.” She tells him and he nods. She smiles and pulls him into a kiss. He kisses back softly and pulls her into his lap. She pulls away and chuckles, “We can’t have sex right now with those two in the living room. They will hear.” She tells him. He shrugged, “You think I care?” She laughs and gets off him. “No.” She says and leaves the room. Jack and Cas were playing Uno and acting like they didn’t hear the conversation. Dean walks out and looks at the two, “Dean, you have no reason to be jealous.” Jack says.

[take-it-on-the-run]

[cuntiel]

Why does this look like a supernatural intro 😭

[itshelfiredean]

Being Dean Winchester’s Daughter Would Include

1.) Dean teaching you how to drive in the impala, but he’s scared that either of his babies would get hurt so he would make up any excuse for you never to get behind a wheel. This of course ended with Dean catching you and Sam in a driving lesson and you both got yelled at for hours.

2.) Ever since you were in pigtails, Dean would always call you nicknames like “Kiddo”, “Rugrat”, or “Princess”. Your Uncle Sam would keep it rather traditional with “Sweetheart”,“Honey”, or your least favorite “Lil’ Dean”.

3.) Your dad and uncle would make lasting friendships through the years, but would hide them from you because they know that if you get attached, then it’ll break your little heart if they died.

4.) Dean taught you his music taste and basically forbid you to obsess over Bieber or Katy Perry, but you didn’t necessarily ‘love’ his hard rock music taste. You tended to favor Sam’s favorites such as The Beatles, Wings, and the Traveling Wilburys, but Dean got you hooked on Queen, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and David Bowie.

5.) If either your dad or uncle were killed on a hunt or by whoever, they made a deal to take you in no matter what the circumstances were because they would never abandon you like John would.

6.) If you were ever hurt or sick, Dean and Sam would put on this whole show of Dr. Dad and Nurse Sammy. They would dress up in scrubs and check you over all while keeping a playful charade. Your final treatment would always be 20 extra cc’s of tickles and of course rest. Unlucky for you, this carried on well into your teenage years even if they had to drag you down to the infirmary to do so.

7.) You always understood that family doesn’t end in blood. When you were a little girl that reached up to just below their knees, you had the best family you could remember. Uncle Cas was always around and would let you put makeup on him and style his hair, but little did you know that you taught Castiel how to open his heart to people especially to a little girl. That came in handy when he sacrificed himself for the sake of you and Jack against the empty. Then of course you had Grandpa Bobby, or “GrandBob”. Bobby would come off as a nasty old grump to everyone else, but to you he would do anything you said. He practically raised Sam and Dean, but you were different than they were at your age. Bobby saw you as Dean’s precious baby girl who deserved the sun, moon, and stars. And damn-it, he would lasso the biggest star in the sky if you asked him to. You grew up with many amazing men who would do anything to keep you happy, but no one compared to Jack. You were 16 when Jack was born and unlike your dad and uncle in the beginning, you did everything in your power to protect him from your family. You actually helped Jack run away when he was first new, but you knew damn well and Dean dragged your ass back to the bunker once him and Sam tracked you both down. After Dean finally cam around to your side and chose to accept Jack as a member of the family, it made it easier for you to get closer with the devils son. You both were never romantically involved, but your were destined to the two half’s of a whole. He was your Westley and you were his Buttercup. However, Dean wasn’t too happy with seeing you and Jack getting all buddy-buddy, but Sam convinced him that this was really the first friendship you ever had. All through your life, you realized that you had a huge family that loved you, and you loved them in return always.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Y/N age 6

“Daddy, would you still love me if I was bad and mean like Lucifer was to you and Uncle Sammy?”

“Kiddo, I would still love you if you told me that you completely wrecked the Impala”

“That must mean a lot because Sammy told me that you love ‘Baby’ more than anything.”

“You’re my real baby. I will always chose you over a stupid car. But don’t tell Sammy that because it always makes him mad.”

“I love you too, Daddy. I love you more than all of the stars in the sky.”

“I love you more, Princess. With all my heart and each and every grain of sand”

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Purgatory

warnings// SMUTTT, fluff with some angst, little bit of Sam bashing (not really but Y/N isn't his biggest fan in this one)

lil summary// based on events in Season 9 Episode 1 with my own spin on it

Dean x reader

word count// 2740

(gif from Pinterest)

You felt like you were going crazy, it's been almost a year since you lost Dean, you didn't even know if he was still alive but you would never stop looking until you found him… or his body. Sam never even tried... his excuse "dean and I made a promise" you tried to argue but he didn't want to hear it.

It only got harder each day, you weren't any closer to finding him today than you were six months ago, you tried to keep in contact with Kevin but Sam wouldn't return your calls so you had no idea what was happening to him. You tried to look for him but all you really wanted to do was find your boyfriend. That's all you wanted and the hope that you would was fading with each passing day.

It was like any other day you got up at 5am after a quick three hour Power Nap to continue your search. You poured some cereal and sat down on you laptop looking for anything that could relate to the man that was Dean Winchester. You moved to your search board in Bobbys cabin’s living room trying to connect any dots that could bring you closer to him. You couldn't help feeling more and more defeated when you couldn't find anything. You sighed taking a seat on the couch rubbing your temples trying to stop the tears from falling.

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Your head snapped up as the door started to open, you grabbed your gun and aimed it at the door ready for what was about to walk in.

"Dean?!" You cried out, you threw your gun to the side and tan to hug him. He caught you straight away wrapping his arms tightly around you "it's me, I'm back sweetheart" his voice muffled as he spoke against your neck. You pull back from the hug slightly to really look at him taking in his presence "it's really you" you cried, you hands cupping the sides of his face "it's really me baby, but I know you gotta do the tests, so let's do them and we can talk about where I was for the year…" dean said his hands tightly holding your hips as close to him as possible. 

You smiled up at him. not letting go of him "I don't need to do the tests, I know it's you" you pulled him down towards you, crashing your lips against his. Dean reciprocated immediately, his hands ran down your body squeezing your ass making you moan, he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips moaning when his Jean clad bulge pressed against your aching core "mmm bedroom dean" you mumbled against hips lips not wanting to break the kiss as his tongue invaded your mouth in a familiar kiss 

Dean didn't say anything as he continued the kiss, he just walked towards the bedroom you'd taken home in, he threw you to the bed making you squeal, he shrugged off his tan flannel and grey undershirt leaving his sculpted chest bare, you shrugged off your own shirt leaving you in just a black lace bra. Dean kicked off his jeans leaving him in just a pair of black boxer shorts before getting on top of you, pulling your lips back into the heated kiss "god it's been so fucking long" you whisper against his lips "damn right it has sweetheart, we gotta make up for lost time" dean mumbled as he loved kisses down your neck before reaching your chest "gotta get rid of this first" dean rold you before he ripped your bra off, displaying you perky breasts to him

Dean groaned before rushing forward sucking harsh marks over your chest making you squirm under him, you ran your fingers through his short hair holding him close as he he left his marks down your chest to your abdomen not stopping until he was at the waistline of your pants "lift your hips sweetheart" dean told you, rubbing his rough hands up to your waistline 

You did as you were told and lifted your hips allowing dean to pull your pants and panties down in one swift pull. He placed his hands on the inside of your thighs and you clenched around nothing as you grew wetter by every second. Dean spread your legs apart making you let out an airy moan as the cool air hit your wet core "dean please, I need you so fucking bad baby" you begged tugging for him to come back up to you "we have all the time in the world for foreplay, but right now... I just need you inside me" 

Dean bit his lip harshly in need. He took off his underwear throwing it to the other side of the room letting his big hard cock spring free. "Crap I don't have a condom, is there any left from last time" dean asked as he wandered his hand down your core before inserting his finger inside your wet hole thrusting it inside you, moaning as you clenched around him "i- oh god, I think they ex-oh fuck Dean please. Expired!" you cried out when he added another his pace never stopping "risk it?" Dean asked, his magical fingers never stopping 

You nodded quickly "I've waited a year, I can't wait another day" dragging him back into a heated kiss as your legs wrapped tightly around his bare hips, gasping sharply when his hard cock pressed against your soaked opening "I can't wait either sweetheart" dean slowly pushed his tip inside making you wince slightly "you okay? Need time to stop?" Dean asked quickly. 

Shaking your head you wrapped your arms tighter around the back of his neck "I'm okay baby... I just it's been a year since we last were, well you know... together... intimately" dean chuckled before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips staring softly  into your eyes "you waited for me?"

Staring back at him tilting your head with a confused smile "of course I did. Baby I haven't stopped looking for you... not even for a damn day". Dean rubbed his hands up and own your smooth thighs, his eyes filled with not just lust but with something else "i... i ... I love you Y/N, so fucking much" you eyes filled with tears while holding back sobs... you've waited years for dean to say that "I love you too De". Dean crashed forward once more crashing his plump lips hard against yours, tangling his tongue with your’s as his hand guided his cock to push deeper inside of you, making you let out a loud moan against his lips 

"Oh fuck- that feels so fucking good" you cried out pushing your feet against the top of his ass to keep him nestled deep inside of your warm pussy. "You ready?" Dean asked against your lips, a single line of mixed spit keeping them attached as you let out an airy "yeah" 

Deans hands gripped your hips tightly, he pulled his hips back almost all the way before thrusting his cock inside you hard. "YES!" You screamed urging him to continue his movements, slamming his hips against yours continuously "you feel so fucking good. Could live in this sweet pussy" dean confessed slamming against you once more. You screamed in pleasure as his pelvic bone rubbed against your swollen clit, "please go faster" you begged, Dean obligated moving your legs so they rest over his shoulders allowing him to penetrate you faster and deeper, drawing out screams from your sweet mouth with every thrust,

"I'm not gonna last baby" dean groaned, his hips never stopping "me either" you cried out out taking deep breaths as your body chased its high. Deans hand made its way up your body, making sure to grope your sweat coated breast before moving up to your throat, he wrapped his hand lightly around it, only applying a small amount of pressure but it was enough to make your eyes roll as your orgasm hit your body in fast waves as you screamed his name. 

Dean groaned loudly  as his cock stilled inside of you, spurting out hot white stripes of cum against your walls. He lay his head against the crook of your sweaty neck his soft cock still inside you as you both tried to get your breathing back under control. You scratched your fingers through his slightly longer than usual hair “I know we jumped the gun a little by jumping… well into bed, but I’m so happy your back home. I have no idea how I survived that year without you…” you smiled down at him “I’m here now sweetheart, and I’m not going anywhere again” dean promised before giving you a more gentle kiss on your swollen lips. 

Dean pulled out of you gently making you let out a low gasp. Dean rolled over your body so he was laid beside you, he wrapped his arm around you before pulling you to lay against his bare chest “oh I missed this so fucking much” you confessed, your finger tracing his anti possession tattoo, something you’ve always done after sex. “Me too sweetheart. Hey where’s Sammy? I haven’t heard anyone walking around here since I got in, I’m thinking he snuck out when he saw us head into the bedroom” dean chuckled,

You face grew hot at the mention of sam, it’s not like you hated him, he’s your boyfriends brother and you loved him like a brother… but you seen a different side to him after this, a side you didn’t know if you could forgive “dean listen I-” you tried to say before the door opening and closing for your attention “ah there, he’s back” dean said moving forward slightly taking you with him before throwing on a pair of pants and his undershirt leaving his flannel for you

You put on deans flannel and your panties  from earlier to cover yourself. Dean grabbed your hand  gently tugging  you into the living room to see the taller Winchester stood awkwardly “Sammy!” Deans gruff voice called pulling his younger brother into a big hug  “it’s good to see you man” Sam swallowed thickly as they pulled back from the hug “it’s good seeing you too dean. I mean I can’t believe your freaking alive! What the hell happened to you” Sam exclaimed. 

“Well standing to close to that exploding bastard dragged me to where he went… we’ll not just him, all monsters” dean shrugged, you turned to look at him you face twisted in shock and fear “w-what?” Dean wrapped his arm around you waist tugging you against him “it doesn’t matter now. All that maters is I’m back” 

“Dean, you were in purgatory for a whole year?” You asked, your voice breaking as you felt you cheat tighten with sadness and guilt “yeah, I guess times flies when your running for your life” he joked, but you didn’t find it funny. You pulled away from his embrace and took a seat on the worn couch, you put you head in you hands and sighed “oh god, I should have looked harder, I should have thought of fucking purgatory… I-I” dean cut you off kneeling in front of you “Y/N, you guys we’re trying to look for me- hell if the shoe was on the other foot I wouldn’t have thought about purgatory either but you and Sammy-” 

“Dean listen… we gotta talk” Sam stood scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Dean turned to give Sam a look of confusion, still not moving from his place in front of you “talk about what Sammy?” 

Sam sighed awkwardly “it’s fine Sam, just leave it” you tried to stop him, you knew Dean would only be hurt by what his younger brother had done “leave what? What the hell happened Sam?”dean stood up, walking towards Sam confused “nothing happened Dean real-” 

“I left the life dean” Sam interrupted. Dean looked between you both, his facial expressions unreadable “you left… as in you didn’t look for me?” Sam swallowed hard looking at his brother, “no, I quit the life” you closed your eyes not wanting to be here for this, but there was nowhere for you to go do you just stayed sat on the couch silent tears rolling down your face 

“What do you mean you quit the life? So you just decided to turn your back on the family business!” Dean demanded his voice raising slightly. Sam let out a dry chuckle “well nothing says family like the whole family being dead” 

Dean slammed his hands on the table making you jump at the bang “I wasn’t dead Sam. I wasn’t fighting for my damn life everyday for a goddam year” dean yelled. You knew this could get ugly so decided to try and stop it as quickly as possible  “dean…” you rubbed your hand across his back the soothe his tense muscles 

“Dean I thought I saw you die. Hunting is what got every single member of my family killed. I had no one left-” your head snapped around to the younger Winchester “oh that’s not true and you know it! I tried to get you to help me Sam. I wanted your help for  crying out loud!” You cried out “sam I tried so hard to get you to help me right up until you stopped answering all your phones. I was the one who was alone, I didn’t even know what was happening with Kevin because you stopped answering me” you yelled pointed your finger at yourself to emphasise your words 

Deans face grew harder  as your confession went on “I’m gonna take a walk before I do something I might regret” dean muttered angrily before storming out of the cabin

“Y/N, I’m-” Sam tried to talk but you didn’t want to hear it “just don’t… don’t talk to me, I have absolutely nothing to say to you” you told him with a harsh tone before hiding away in your room. 

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You tried to wait up for Dean but by the third hour you had cried yourself to sleep, this day was the most draining you’ve had in a long time. It wasn’t all bad though, you got the love of your life back today.

You stirred to the sound of the door creaking open, a blinding light entering the room. “Dean? Is that you?” You mumbled tiredly “yeah it’s me sweetheart… I’m sorry for taking off earlier I just… I needed some space away from Sam before I took his damn head off” dean grumbled as he kicked his shoes off before hoping into the bed, pulling you tightly against him. You curled against him, wrapping your leg tightly around his hips “dean, don’t fight with your brother because of this please. He was hurting too and he just… he had a bad way of coping” you told him straining your neck up to look at him 

He let out a deep sigh “I know, I just- I would never do that do that to him… and he left you, the one thing I asked him to do was look after you if anything ever happened to me but he couldn’t even do that.” You smiled against his chest “you know I can take care of myself baby” deans arms tightened around you as he closed his eyes a small smile playing on his plump lips  “I know you can baby, I just don’t want you to ever have to. You’re my girlfriend, it’s my job to protect you, no matter what” 

You leaned up and pressed a loving kiss on his lips, deans hand moved to the back of your head, keeping you as close as possible for the small kiss. Dean was the first to pull back, his deep green eyes staring down at you softly “I love you sweetheart” you smiled giving his lips one more peck before pulling back “I love you too Dean, I’m so happy to have  back home with me” you told him as you cuddled into his side once again, holding on to him as tightly as you possible could, hoping that it wasn’t all a dream, and when you wake up he’ll still be there, next to you, holding you.

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Hiiii, so I'm having thoughts of a series rewrite Season 1-15 with Dean x reader what are we thinking.... also I'm thinking of wishful thinking part 2, i wasn't initially planning to do so but I've had a lot of people requesting so is that something you guys would like to see?

ALL MY OWN WORK I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT TO COPY OR PUBLISH ON OTHER SITES, I.E WATTPAD, ETC, WITHOUT MESSAGING TO ASK FIRST. REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING.

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╰┈➤ Hidden Wings

Free Will x nephilim!reader (platonic)

Jack Kline x nephilim!reader

Summary: You're a nephlilm like Jack but were born human without knowing who your biological mother and father were. Now you're finding out who you are the hard way at 18... with another nephilim.

Notes: This idea was all @apalanchen! Also there's a little surprise character at the end...

The headaches started on your eighteenth birthday, and with them came the end of the life you'd always known.

At first, you thought it was just stress. College applications, part-time job, the usual chaos of senior year. But when the light bulbs in your dorm room started exploding whenever you got frustrated, and your roommate's dying succulent suddenly bloomed into a garden overnight after you'd touched it, you knew something was terribly, impossibly wrong.

The dreams were worse than the physical manifestations. Visions of wings—massive, blazing wings that felt like they belonged to you but couldn't possibly. A voice calling your name in a language that sounded like music and fire, words you didn't recognize but somehow understood in your bones. And always, always, the sensation of being watched by eyes that burned like dying stars.

You'd grown up thinking you were perfectly normal. Your adoptive parents, Linda and Robert, had found you on their doorstep as a baby with nothing but a note that said "Keep her safe. Keep her hidden." They'd given you a good life in suburban Kansas, filled with love, soccer practice, and family movie nights. You'd never questioned why you didn't look like them, why you sometimes knew things before they happened, or why you could sense people's emotions like they were your own.

But now, curled up in your dorm bathroom at 3 AM, staring at your reflection in horror, you couldn't deny the truth anymore. Your eyes were glowing—actually glowing—with a soft golden light that pulsed in rhythm with your thundering heartbeat. The mirror had cracked down the middle, spider-webbing out from where you'd gripped the porcelain sink hard enough to leave finger-shaped indents.

Please, you thought desperately, not sure who you were pleading with, if someone can hear me, please help me. I don't know what's happening to me.

Three states away, Jack Kline bolted upright in his bed at the bunker, gasping. His grace flickered around him like golden lightning as foreign thoughts crashed through his mind—terror, confusion, and a power that felt achingly familiar yet distinctly different from his own.

Who are you? The thought wasn't his own, feminine and frightened.

Sam Winchester looked up from his laptop as Jack stumbled into the war room, his face pale and eyes wide with panic. It was past midnight, but Sam had been researching a case, and sleep had been non-existent anyway.

"Jack? What's wrong?" Sam was on his feet immediately, his hunter instincts kicking in at the sight of Jack's distress.

"There's someone else," Jack whispered, his voice strained as he pressed his palms against his temples. "Another nephilim. I can feel her thoughts, see flashes of what she's seeing. She's scared, Sam. She doesn't know what's happening to her."

Dean emerged from the kitchen, beer in hand and wearing his oldest Led Zeppelin t-shirt, having been drawn by the commotion. He took in Jack's distressed state with growing alarm. "Another nephilim? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Jack's hands trembled as another wave of your panic hit him. "She's eighteen, just like I was when my powers fully manifested. Well... kind of. Technically I was just born but my body-"

"Jack! The girl?" Dean interrupted his mumbling.

"Hers were dormant—hidden somehow. And..." Jack's voice dropped to a whisper. "I think she's Michael's daughter."

The beer bottle slipped from Dean's hand, shattering on the concrete floor. The name Michael still sent ice through his veins, memories of the archangel's possession flooding back—the feeling of being trapped in his own body, watching helplessly as Michael used his hands to hurt people he loved.

"Cas!" Dean shouted, his voice echoing through the bunker's halls. "CAS, GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

Castiel appeared with the rustle of wings that only Jack could hear, his brow furrowed with concern as he took in the scene. "What's wrong?"

"There's a nephilim and we need to find her," Jack said urgently, his connection to you growing stronger by the minute. He could feel your fear like a physical weight in his chest, could see glimpses of your dorm room through your eyes. "She's in danger. If other angels sense her awakening..."

"They'll come for her," Castiel finished grimly. "Michael's bloodline... many would see her as either a threat or a weapon to be claimed."

Sam was already at his computer, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Jack, I need you to tell me everything you're seeing. Any details about where she is, what's around her."

Jack closed his eyes, focusing on the connection that felt like a golden thread stretched between his grace and yours. "I can see... a small room. Dorm room, I think. There are textbooks on the desk, and a poster of... I can't make it out clearly. She's in the bathroom now, looking in a broken mirror." He winced as another wave of your terror washed over him. "She's so afraid. Her eyes are glowing, and she doesn't understand why."

"Focus on the outside," Sam encouraged gently. "Anything that might tell us where she is."

"Red brick buildings," Jack said, his voice distant. "Old-looking, like ivy league but smaller. There's a sign... 'Carver University.' And Sam, she's asking for help. She knows someone can hear her."

"Carver University is about four hours from here," Dean said, already grabbing his keys and jacket. "We leave now."

"Wait," Castiel said, his voice heavy with concern. "If she truly is Michael's daughter, approaching her could be dangerous. We don't know what she's capable of, especially if she's frightened and her powers are unstable."

"She's scared and alone," Jack said firmly, opening his eyes to look at his family. "Just like I was. We can't leave her."

Dean nodded, understanding flickering in his green eyes. "Cas is right about the danger, but Jack's right too. We don't abandon people, especially not kids who are going through what Jack went through."

"I'll try to reach out to her," Jack said. "Let her know help is coming."

Back in your dorm bathroom, you were past the point of rational thought. The golden light emanating from your eyes was getting brighter, and you could hear your roommate stirring in the next room. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized you couldn't make it stop.

Then, suddenly, there was a voice in your head—not your own, but warm and reassuring.

Don't be afraid. My name is Jack. I'm like you.

You nearly fell off the toilet seat where you'd been perched. "What the hell?" you whispered aloud, then clapped a hand over your mouth.

I know this is scary. The same thing happened to me when I turned eighteen. My powers awakened, and I didn't know what I was.

"Powers?" you thought back, not sure if this was real or if you were having a complete mental breakdown.

You're a nephilim. Half-angel, half-human. Your father was an angel, and your human mother... she loved you enough to hide you until you were old enough to handle the truth.

The words hit you like a physical blow. Angel. Your father was an angel. It sounded insane, but it also explained so much—the weird intuition, the way you could sometimes sense things others couldn't, the dreams of wings and starlight.

I'm coming to help you. My family and I, we're hunters. We help people like us. You're not alone.

"Family?" you thought, clinging to the word like a lifeline.

Sam and Dean Winchester, and Castiel. They took me in when I had nowhere else to go. They'll help you too.

The name Winchester sparked something in your memory. Your adoptive parents had always been secretive about certain things, but you'd once overheard your mother on the phone, mentioning "those Winchester boys" in a tone that mixed fear and respect.

How long until you get here? you asked, surprised by how quickly you were accepting this impossible situation.

Four hours. Can you hold on until then? Try to stay calm, and whatever you do, don't let anyone else see your eyes when they're glowing.

You looked at yourself in the cracked mirror again. The golden light was already beginning to fade as your panic subsided. "I'll try."

Good. And... there's something else. I think I know who your father is.

Your stomach dropped. "Who?"

The archangel Michael. I know that probably sounds terrifying, but you're not him. You're not responsible for what he's done.

Michael. The name echoed in your mind with a strange familiarity, like a half-remembered lullaby. Your mother—your human mother—had she known? Is that why she'd hidden you?

Try to rest. We'll be there soon.

Jack's presence faded from your mind, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts. But for the first time since the headaches started, you didn't feel completely lost. Someone was coming. Someone who understood.

The drive to Carver University felt endless. Jack spent the entire trip with his eyes closed, maintaining a light connection with you, offering reassurance when the fear became too much. Sam rode shotgun, researching everything he could find about dormant nephilim powers and Michael's history. Dean drove with grim determination, the Impala eating up the miles of dark highway.

Castiel sat in the back beside Jack, his expression thoughtful and troubled. "Michael had many human lovers over the centuries," he said quietly. "But if he went to the trouble of hiding this child, she must be special somehow."

"Special how?" Dean asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"I don't know. But Michael wasn't known for his sentimentality. If he chose to protect her rather than use her..."

"Maybe he actually loved her mother," Jack suggested, his voice soft. "I can feel how much her human mother loved her. Maybe that changed him, at least for a while."

"Or maybe he was planning to use her later and something went wrong," Sam said grimly. "We need to be prepared for anything."

As they got closer to the university, Jack's connection with you grew stronger. He could feel your exhaustion, the way you were fighting to stay awake and keep your powers contained. Your roommate had asked if you were okay several times, and you'd managed to convince her you just had a migraine.

"She's struggling," Jack reported. "The longer she suppresses her powers, the harder it's getting to control them."

"We're almost there," Dean said, taking the exit for Carver University. "Just another twenty minutes."

You were sitting on your bed, knees drawn up to your chest, when you felt Jack's presence return to your mind.

We're here. Can you meet us outside? Front of your dorm building?

You glanced at your roommate, who was fast asleep. The clock read 5:47 AM. "I don't know what I'm going to tell people when I disappear."

We'll figure that out. Right now, we just need to get you somewhere safe.

You grabbed your jacket and slipped out of the room as quietly as possible. The hallway was empty, emergency lighting casting long shadows. Your sneakers squeaked softly on the floor as you made your way to the exit.

The pre-dawn air was crisp and cold, carrying the scent of autumn leaves and morning dew. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering slightly as you waited by the front entrance of Morrison Hall.

A black car that looked like it belonged in a classic movie pulled up to the curb. The driver was a man in his thirties with short sandy hair and the kind of face that had seen too much. The passenger was younger, with longer hair and kind eyes that reminded you of your high school English teacher.

But it was the young man who got out of the back seat that made your breath catch. He looked about your age, maybe a little older, with dark blonde hair and eyes that seemed to hold starlight. When he looked at you, you felt that same warm presence from your mind, and you knew without a doubt that this was Jack.

"Hi," he said softly, approaching slowly as if you were a frightened animal. "I'm Jack."

"I know," you whispered, surprised by how normal he looked. Somehow you'd expected someone who was half-angel to be more... otherworldly.

The older man with the kind eyes got out of the car. "I'm Sam Winchester," he said. "This is my brother Dean." He gestured to the driver, who was leaning against the car with his arms crossed, watching the interaction with careful eyes.

The fourth person to emerge from the car was different. There was something about him that made your skin tingle, a sense of vast power held in careful check. He was wearing a trench coat and had dark hair that stuck up in several directions.

"Castiel," Jack said, noticing your stare. "He's an angel too. Don't worry, he's family."

"Angel," you repeated, the word still feeling strange on your tongue. "This is really happening."

"Unfortunately, yes," Dean said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "Look, kid, I know this is a lot to process, but we need to get you somewhere safe. Other angels are going to sense your awakening soon, and not all of them are going to be as friendly as Cas here."

As if summoned by his words, a sudden pressure filled the air. Jack's head snapped up, his eyes beginning to glow with golden light. "They're coming," he said urgently. "Three of them, maybe four."

Castiel stepped forward, his own power flaring. "Get her in the car. Now."

But it was too late. The pressure in the air exploded outward, and suddenly there were figures standing in the parking lot—tall, beautiful, and terrifying in their otherworldly perfection. Angels.

"The daughter of Michael," one of them said, her voice like music and breaking glass. "How long we have searched for you."

Fear spiked through you, and with it came power. Your eyes blazed with golden light, and the streetlights around the parking lot exploded in showers of sparks. You could feel your grace unfurling like wings you'd never known you had.

"Stay back!" you shouted, power crackling around you like electricity.

"Peace, sister," the angel said, taking a step forward. "We mean you no harm. We simply wish to bring you home, to Heaven, where you belong."

"She belongs with us," Jack said firmly, moving to stand between you and the angels. His own grace was fully manifested now, golden wings visible in the space between spaces.

"A nephilim protecting another nephilim," the angel mused. "How touching. But she is Michael's daughter. She has a destiny to fulfill."

"I don't care about destiny," you said, your voice stronger than you felt. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

The angel's expression hardened. "You will come willingly, or we will take you by force."

That's when Dean Winchester stepped forward, pointing what looked like an ordinary gun at the angel. "Yeah, see, here's the thing—nobody's taking anybody anywhere."

The angel laughed, a sound like silver bells. "Human weapons cannot harm us."

"Maybe not," Sam said, appearing at Dean's side with his own weapon. "But these aren't ordinary bullets."

The angels' expressions shifted as they recognized the threat. Angel blades, melted down and formed into bullets. They could kill angels, and the Winchesters had plenty of experience using them.

"You would start a war over one nephilim?" the lead angel asked.

"We've started wars over less," Dean said conversationally. "Ask around about the Winchesters. We're kind of famous for it."

Castiel stepped forward, his own angel blade sliding into his hand. "Adaira, you know me. You know I will not let you take her."

The angel—Adaira—studied the group with calculating eyes. "This is not over, Castiel. Michael's daughter belongs in Heaven. She will come to us willingly, in time."

"Don't bet on it," you said, surprised by your own boldness.

With a sound like thunder, the angels vanished, leaving only the lingering scent of ozone and burned metal.

You stumbled, the adrenaline leaving your system all at once. Jack caught you before you could fall, his arms steady and warm around you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his face close to yours. Up close, you could see flecks of gold in his eyes, remnants of his grace.

"I think so," you said, then looked around at the others. "Are they gone?"

"For now," Castiel said grimly. "But they'll be back. Adaira doesn't give up easily."

"Then we need to get moving," Dean said, opening the back door of the Impala. "Come on, kid. Time to go."

You hesitated for a moment, looking back at your dorm building. Everything you'd ever known was in there—your textbooks, your photos, your carefully planned future. But that life belonged to someone else now, someone who hadn't known she was the daughter of an archangel.

"I can't just disappear," you said. "People will ask questions."

"We'll handle it," Sam promised. "Missing person's case, family emergency—we're good at making people disappear when they need to."

Jack's hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. "I know it's scary," he said softly. "But you're not alone anymore. We're going to help you figure this out."

You looked into his eyes and saw understanding there—he knew exactly what you were going through. The fear, the confusion, the feeling of being torn between two worlds. But there was something else there too, something that made your heart skip in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

"Okay," you said finally. "Let's go."

The bunker was unlike anything you'd ever seen. Sam had tried to prepare you during the drive, explaining that it was a secret base built by an organization called the Men of Letters, but nothing could have readied you for the reality of it.

"Welcome to the Batcave," Dean said as he led you down the metal stairs. "Home sweet home."

The main room was huge, with a long table surrounded by chairs and shelves upon shelves of ancient books. The lighting was warm but somehow timeless, and you could feel the weight of history in the air.

"It's incredible," you breathed, running your fingers along the smooth surface of the table. "How old is this place?"

"Built in the 1950s," Sam said, setting down your hastily packed bag. "But some of the books and artifacts are much older. The Men of Letters were scholars and researchers, kind of like hunter-librarians."

"And now it's home to a couple of hunters, an angel, and a nephilim," Jack added with a smile. "Soon to be two nephilim."

The casual way he said it—like you already belonged here—made something warm unfurl in your chest. You'd spent eighteen years feeling like you didn't quite fit anywhere, and now here was this boy who understood exactly what you were going through.

"Are you hungry?" Sam asked. "I could make some breakfast."

"I could eat," you said, realizing you hadn't had anything since lunch the day before. The stress and fear had killed your appetite, but now that you were safe, hunger was returning.

"Great," Sam said. "Jack, why don't you show her around while Dean and I cook?"

"I'll help Cas ward the bunker," Dean said. "Make sure our angel friends can't just pop in uninvited."

As the others dispersed, Jack offered you his arm. "Come on, I'll give you the grand tour."

The bunker was larger than you'd expected, with a kitchen that looked like it belonged in a 1950s diner, bedrooms that were simple but comfortable, and a library that made your book-loving heart skip with joy. The shooting range seemed fun too.

"This is where I come when I need to think," Jack said, leading you into the library. "It's quiet, and there's something about being surrounded by all this knowledge that makes me feel... grounded."

You ran your fingers along the spines of books written in languages you couldn't identify. "Do you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere?" you asked quietly. "Like you're too human for the angels and too angel for the humans?"

Jack's expression grew soft and understanding. "Every day," he said. "But I've learned that belonging isn't about what you are—it's about who accepts you for who you are."

"And Sam and Dean and Castiel accept you?"

"They're my family," Jack said simply. "Not because we're related, but because they chose to love me when I was lost and scared. Just like they're choosing to help you now."

You felt tears prick at your eyes. "I'm scared, Jack. What if I can't control my powers? What if I hurt someone?"

"You won't," he said firmly. "I can feel your grace, and it's... it's beautiful. Warm and bright and protective. You're not going to hurt anyone."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I know you," he said, stepping closer. "I felt what you felt when your powers first awakened. The first thing you did was worry about your roommate, about the people around you. That's not the reaction of someone who's going to hurt innocent people."

You looked up at him, struck by how earnest he was. There was something about Jack that made you want to believe him, want to trust in his faith in you.

"What happens now?" you asked.

"Now we figure out how to help you control your powers," he said. "And we learn more about why your father hid you. There has to be a reason beyond just protecting you."

"You think I'm here for some bigger purpose?"

"I think we all are," Jack said. "But that doesn't mean we can't choose our own path."

Before you could respond, Sam's voice echoed through the bunker. "Breakfast!"

The kitchen was filled with the smell of bacon and coffee, and your stomach rumbled appreciatively. Sam had cooked enough food for a small army—eggs, bacon, pancakes, and toast.

"Thanks," you said as he handed you a plate. "This is really nice of you guys."

"Hey, feeding people is what we do," Dean said, settling into a chair with his own heaping plate. "Well, that and killing monsters."

"Dean," Sam warned.

"What? She's going to find out what we do anyway."

"It's okay," you said, taking a bite of perfectly fluffy pancakes. "I want to know. About all of it."

So over breakfast, they told you about hunting. About the monsters that lurked in the shadows, the people who dedicated their lives to protecting others, and the strange, dangerous, wonderful world you'd unknowingly been living on the edge of your entire life.

"Your adoptive parents," Castiel said thoughtfully, "do you know how they found you?"

"They always said I was left on their doorstep," you said. "Just a baby with a note that said to keep me safe and hidden."

"That sounds like something Michael would do," Castiel mused. "He was always... calculating. If he took the time to find suitable parents for you, to ensure you were raised with love and stability, it suggests he had long-term plans."

"Plans for what?"

"I don't know," Castiel admitted. "But Michael didn't do anything without a purpose."

"Great," you said, pushing eggs around your plate. "So I'm some kind of cosmic chess piece."

"No," Jack said firmly. "You're a person. Whatever plans anyone else might have had for you, you get to choose your own destiny."

Dean nodded approvingly. "Kid's got the right idea. Free will is kind of our thing around here."

"Speaking of which," Sam said, "we should probably call your parents. Let them know you're safe."

Panic flared in your chest. "I can't tell them about this. They'll think I've lost my mind."

"We'll figure out a cover story," Sam assured you. "But they're probably worried sick."

You thought about Linda and Robert, who had given you everything they could. They deserved to know you were safe, even if you couldn't tell them the whole truth.

"Okay," you said finally. "But I don't know what to say."

"We'll help you," Jack said, his hand finding yours across the table. "We're good at creative explanations."

The simple contact sent warmth up your arm, and you realized that somewhere between the terrifying awakening of your powers and the arrival of these strange, wonderful people, you'd started to feel something for Jack that went beyond gratitude.

He seemed to sense it too, because his cheeks flushed slightly and he squeezed your hand gently before letting go.

"So," Dean said, apparently oblivious to the moment, "what's the plan for training? Because if she's going to be staying here, she needs to know how to defend herself."

"I can teach her to control her grace," Jack offered. "And Cas can explain the angel side of things."

"And we can teach her about hunting," Sam added. "Basic self-defense, lore, how to recognize and deal with supernatural threats."

"You want to teach me to hunt?" you asked, surprised.

"Only if you want to learn," Sam said quickly. "But knowledge is power, and the more you know about this world, the better you'll be able to protect yourself."

"And others," Jack added. "If you want to help people, I mean."

The idea was both terrifying and appealing. You'd spent your whole life feeling like you were meant for something more, and now you were being offered the chance to find out what that might be.

"I'd like that," you said. "I want to learn."

The next few weeks fell into a comfortable routine. Mornings were for grace control with Jack, afternoons for lore and research with Sam, and evenings for practical training with Dean. Castiel would drop by regularly to check on your progress and share what he knew about angel physiology and powers.

You learned that your grace was indeed different from Jack's—where his was raw power and potential, yours was more subtle, more focused. You could heal with a touch, sense emotions and intentions, and your telekinetic abilities were remarkably precise.

"It's like you were designed for protection," Jack observed one afternoon as you practiced moving objects with your mind. You'd managed to pluck a single flower from a bouquet without disturbing the others, an exercise that had taken Jack weeks to master.

"Maybe that's what Michael intended," you said, setting the flower gently on the table. "A protector rather than a weapon."

"Or maybe it's just who you are," Jack said softly. "Your human side influences your grace just as much as your angel side does."

You looked at him, struck by how much he'd changed since you'd first met him. The uncertain, sometimes frightening nephilim Sam and Dean had described was gone, replaced by someone confident in his own skin and comfortable with his dual nature.

"Jack," you said, "can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Do you ever wish you were just human? That you could have a normal life?"

Jack considered the question seriously. "Sometimes," he admitted. "But then I think about all the good I've been able to do, all the people I've helped. And I think about my family here, and how being what I am brought me to them." He paused, his eyes meeting yours. "And I think about how being what I am brought you to me."

Your heart skipped. "Jack..."

"I know it's complicated," he said quickly. "We're both dealing with a lot right now, and I don't want to pressure you or make things weird between us."

"It's not weird," you said, stepping closer to him. "I feel it too. This... connection between us."

"The grace connection is different from..." Jack started, then stopped, his cheeks flushing. "I mean, I can feel your grace, but what I feel for you is... more than that."

"Show me," you said softly.

Jack looked surprised. "Show you?"

"The grace connection. I can feel it sometimes, like a warm thread between us, but I've never really understood what it means."

Jack held out his hand, and you took it. Immediately, you felt the familiar warmth, but this time he didn't pull back. Instead, he let his grace flow toward yours, and suddenly you could feel everything—his affection for you, his protective instincts, his wonder at finding someone who truly understood what he was.

But underneath it all was something deeper, something that made your breath catch. Love. Not the familial love he felt for Sam and Dean and Castiel, but romantic love, tender and strong and absolutely certain.

"Oh," you whispered, your own grace responding, showing him your feelings in return—the way your heart raced when he smiled, the safety you felt in his presence, the growing certainty that whatever came next, you wanted to face it with him.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Instead of answering with words, you stretched up on your toes and kissed him softly. His grace flared in response, golden light surrounding both of you, and you felt a completeness you'd never experienced before.

When you broke apart, you were both glowing softly, your combined grace creating patterns of light that danced across the walls.

"Wow," Jack breathed.

"Yeah," you agreed, unable to stop smiling.

"Hey, you two," Dean's voice came from the doorway, "if you're done making the bunker look like a Christmas tree, we've got a problem."

You and Jack sprang apart, the light fading as you both tried to look innocent. Dean just grinned and shook his head.

"Relax, kids. Young love, cosmic powers, I get it. But we've got visitors."

Your blood ran cold. "The angels?"

"No, worse," Dean said grimly. "Hunters. And they're asking questions about a nephilim."

The hunters were waiting in the main room when you came downstairs—three of them, all armed and looking like they'd rather be anywhere else. You recognized the type from Dean's descriptions: professional, dedicated, and absolutely convinced that anything supernatural was a threat to be eliminated.

"Sam, Dean," the leader said, a woman with graying hair and scars on her hands. "We need to talk."

"Ellen," Sam said carefully. "What brings you to our neck of the woods?"

"You know damn well what brings me here," Ellen replied. "Word is you're harboring a nephilim. Two of them, actually."

"We're not harboring anyone," Dean said. "Jack lives here. He's family."

"And the girl?" Ellen's eyes found you, and you felt the weight of her suspicion. "The one who's been sending out cosmic energy signatures that every psychic in a hundred-mile radius has been picking up?"

"She's under our protection," Castiel said, appearing beside you with a rustle of wings. "As is Jack."

"An angel," one of the other hunters muttered. "Great."

"Look," Ellen said, "I'm not here to cause trouble. But there are others who are. Hunters who think the only good monster is a dead monster, and they're not real interested in making distinctions between good nephilim and bad ones."

"We can handle ourselves," Jack said, stepping forward. His grace was carefully controlled, but you could feel the power radiating from him.

"Maybe you can," Ellen said. "But what about her? She's been alive for eighteen years without knowing what she was. You really think she's ready for a war?"

"There's not going to be a war," Sam said firmly. "We're not going to let it come to that."

"Tell that to the Campbells," Ellen said grimly. "They've been tracking energy signatures for weeks, and they're convinced there's a new threat that needs to be eliminated."

The name Campbell sent a chill through you. Dean had mentioned them before—a family of hunters known for their ruthless efficiency and their belief that anything supernatural was inherently evil.

"How long do we have?" Dean asked.

"Maybe a day, maybe two," Ellen said. "They're good at what they do, and they're motivated. You might want to consider relocating the girl."

"Her name is Y/n," Jack said, his voice hard. "And she's not going anywhere."

Ellen looked between you and Jack, and something in her expression softened slightly. "Kid, I get it. You found someone like you, someone who understands. But this isn't just about you two. This is about every innocent person who's going to get caught in the crossfire if this goes bad."

"Then we make sure it doesn't go bad," you said, finding your voice. "I'm tired of running, tired of hiding. If these hunters want to come after me, let them. But I'm not going to let other people get hurt because of what I am."

"You're talking about standing and fighting," Ellen said. "Against other hunters."

"If that's what it takes," you said firmly.

Ellen studied you for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright. But if we're doing this, we're doing it smart. No unnecessary casualties, no making martyrs. We show them that not all monsters are monsters."

"We're not monsters," Jack said quietly.

"I know that," Ellen said. "But they don't. So we're going to have to prove it."

The next day was spent in preparation. Sam and Dean worked on defensive positions throughout the bunker, while Castiel strengthened the warding. You and Jack practiced together, learning to coordinate your abilities in case you had to fight side by side.

"Remember," Jack said as you worked on combining your telekinetic abilities with his, "we're not trying to hurt them. We're trying to neutralize them."

"I know," you said, carefully moving a practice dummy away from his energy blast. "But Jack, what if they don't give us a choice? What if they're really trying to kill us?"

Jack's expression grew troubled. "Then we do what we have to do to protect ourselves and our family. But we try everything else first."

That evening, as you sat in the library trying to research Campbell hunting methods, Jack found you there.

"Hey," he said softly, settling into the chair next to you. "How are you holding up?"

"Scared," you admitted. "Not of the fighting—I mean, I am scared of that too, but mostly I'm scared of what this means. If hunters are coming after us, are we ever going to be safe?"

Jack was quiet for a moment. "I don't know," he said finally. "But I do know that we're not facing this alone. Sam and Dean have been fighting this fight for years, and they've never backed down from protecting people they care