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* How you met various SPN characters *

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DEAN. . .

Your chin rested down against the palm of your hand, as you examined over a diner, in which you sat. The moment you took to gaze up from your research, you could immediately tell that the normal bustle of customers was thinning. The place's business was, clearly, running slow. There was you, and one elderly gentleman. He sat, beating the end of a glass ketchup bottle, which made you silently chuckle.. The only person, other than him, was the waitress stood behind the counters; wiping them clean for the night.

This was never a bad thing from your perspective. The less people, meant you took more comfort in the restaurant. When one was vacant, and quiet of chatter, it was easy to dine in peace & find your next marked mission. There would be no distractions of customers causing a fret over the waitress misunderstanding an order. Instead, you were given time of silence, exceptions for the slight buzz of the open sign.

With a laptop sat on the table in front of you, your eyes were skimming through the articles of several slaughterings that had happened as of recently. Local, and across the map. Though, most of them appeared to be the typical human-on-human crime that happened daily. Purely for the fact that no hearts, or internal organs had disappeared from the remains. It screamed the work of a serial killer, and far from supernatural.

Lately leading the life of a hunter had been quite dull. The hunting business had grown booming, meaning that many cases had already been taken care of, by the hands of another hunter. It was nearing impossible to find a case. And the ones you did get lucky with, always ended up being debunked the minute you traveled to the town it was taking place in.

To say the least, it all frustrated you. Saving lives was your only way at being productive in the world, and it was slowly but surely becoming hard for you to do. The lack of doing anything was even beginning to affect your self esteem. You'd often times find yourself asking a question such as: what kind of hunter can't find any paranormal to kill?

Sighing your way out of your thoughts, you went back into the search of several police databases and news articles. You'd scrolled for so long, your index finger was growing numb..

That was when something caught your attention.

A title withholding a bold statement.

THREE MEN KILLED IN CABIN, HEARTS RIPPED OUT OF CHESTS.

This was it. Every word in the header screamed unnatural, a case that beckoned for you.

Quick to finish off your [F/F], you closed the lid of your laptop and left a five dollar tip for the waitress. You were more than ready to get on the road, and find out what was going on behind the local mystery. Once you stuck your laptop in your bag, you were out of the door, and making a beeline to your parked 1970 Black Plymouth Sport Fury GT. You were most definitely a sucker for the classics. Classic movies, cars, and most of all; music.

Tossing your bag into the passenger's seat, you walked around to the trunk, popping it open. Underneath the fake floor, idea curtesy of Bobby, was an array of different weaponry. Ranging from knives to salt-contained shotguns, they were all used in your line of work.

Considering the case seemed to be the perfect story for a Werewolf, you took hold of your silver bullets, dropping them into the denim of your jean pockets. Always in tact with your waistband was a pistol, considering you were one to be precautious.

When you made your way back around to the driver's seat of the car, you noticed a man staring down the contents of your Plymouth. He branded a large grin, looking on the brink of drooling.

"This is a nice car," His voice came out prior to himself whistling. The tip of his fingers lightly brushed over the silver decorative lining, running along the side, admiring the smoothness of it's surface.

"You like?" You popped up, out of no where, and caught them off guard. Considering the pair looked up at you with shocked expressions. However, the shorter one was quick to change it back to a smile. Only this time, it was cheeky.

"Is this car your's?"

"All mine. Isn't she a beauty?" With your back leant up against the driver's seat door, you raised your left eyebrow towards the man; making small conversation over your vehicle. Sam, however, stuck to the side; watching the two of you. He was quite impressed to see a carbon copy of Dean Winchester, himself.

The sight of a gorgeous girl, standing in front of a classic car was Dean's very weakness. He was awed at the sight of you, every hair on his arm; standing at it's end. Was this love?

His thoughts were stopped abruptly by the pointedness of Sam's elbow lodging into his side, hoping to snap him back into reality. The younger Winchester sibling was just trying to keep Dean from making a fool of himself, in front of a woman he clearly liked.

Clearing the nervousness from his throat, he picked up his pace of talking once more.. "The name's Dean, Winchester. This right here is my brother, Sammy."

"[F/N] [L/N]. I never thought I'd meet the infamous Winchester brothers. You're all the talk, anywhere."

Eyes widening, they put the mental puzzle pieces together, realization hitting them that you were a hunter just like them. No one who lived in the normality of a town would even begin to know about them or how they're talked about quite often, but a monster killer would.

"Well, it was nice talking to you boys, but I've got a case to solve." Fishing a piece of ripped up napkin from your back pocket, you sloppily jot down the numbers that they could use to contact you. "Just in case you ever need another hunter,"

At this very moment, once you handed him the phone number, Dean could feel himself getting overly excited. He almost felt the power to bounce from wall-to-wall. A girl, whom wasn't intoxicated and fresh from the bar, just gave him her number.

And as you drove away in your car, Sam laughed at how star struck Dean was; over the scenario that just took place.

"Sammy, I think I just fell in love."

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SAM. . .

With eyes glinted over in fear, you watched as the ghostly figure crept over in your direction, the axe he held; swinging from side-to-side. In this life or death situation, you could see your life flashing before your eyes like a mental Powerpoint. Every laugh, shed tear, and shared kiss was starting to come back to you. Your waterline brimmed with tears, fingernails digging into the rotted wood below you. "No.. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Pulling whatever you could find from behind your back, you started chunking it in the direction of the spirit. Though, it did no justice, going straight through it's torso. Your attempts at defending yourself from the monster made him laugh, loudly. It was clear he got a thrill from this, and you were only giving him justice by having a reaction.

Part of you knew there was no escape, and the only choice that could be made.. was one to end up where you'd no longer be breathing. But you tried, hard, to get away. And to no avail, you remained trapped like a prey to it's predator.

You started to accept that no concocted plan was going to get you out. That you were doomed for death.

Having those beliefs etched into your brain, you stopped making challenge for him, wanting the traumatic experience to be over. This made it far too easy for the ghost to perform a homicide. Considering, he was inching closer to you, each step edging you more into nausea. Fear could be felt radiating from your shaking body, making his lips curl up into an malicious grin.

Seeing the sharp end of his axe coming towards your face, you flinched back into the wall..

However, you didn't feel contact with the steel, as you'd suspected. Instead, you suddenly heard a fwoosh and your vision fixated on the creature as it was being engulfed into a huddle of tall flames. The laughter that once echoed, was instead a blood curdling scream. Amidst evaporating into thin air, he dropped behind the axe he was going to use, in order to kill you.

There was no trace of what had just taken place, other than the weapon, and the reasoning behind that was.. Dean Winchester, whom stood overhead the man's gravestone, whistling out a classic rock melody over the sound of a salt & burn's sizzling.

The anxiety that had been bubbling inside your chest, disappeared, leaving you instantaneously feeling better. Your shakes grew less violent, and tears stopped rolling down your cheeks. Atmospheric change had taken place, and the frightening feeling that once creeped over your shoulder had faded.

That was, until you realized you weren't alone.

The sight of a tall silhouette running along the walls, sent your shoulders tense. "Not again.." You silently prayed that it belonged to something other than the face of another blood thirsty monster.

Luckily, your prayers were answered to, when you realized that it was only a rather attractive man. His large hand reached out for you, offering you assistance from down on the floor. "Are you okay? Did it get you anywhere?" Surprisingly, his voice was velvet. Soft on the ears.

Branded on his chiseled face, was a look of concern. Which was clearly for your well being.

Every aspect of him, you were stunned by. From his shoulder-length hair, to the furrow of his eyebrows. It took you a hot minute to recoup from all of this happening in a matter of minutes, and once you did, you were immediately snapped back into reality. The reality where a stranger held his assistance out to you, without even beginning to know you. After what just happened, you would stick to being skeptical.

"Who are you?"

He pursed his lips once you slowly hoisted yourself up, with assistance of the wall. Initially, rejecting his offer at helping you. It was unlike any of the other people he'd come to the rescue of, considering they'd dive way into his arms as soon as he was in their line of vision. As if some sort of protection beam.. "Uhm.. My name's Sam, Winchester."

The tall man watched with amusement as you wiped the dust off the backside of your jeans, making a face of disgust. You went from throwing things frantically, to entirely calm in a short span of time. It was baffling. "I hunt monsters like the one you just saw. With my brother, Dean."

"If you would have said that to me four hours ago, I would have called you crazy.. but.. I'm starting to think I'm the crazy one," You sighed, connecting eyes with him once more. The moment you did it, he got awkward, and made it obvious.

He let out a laugh, and led his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. Sam, out of all people, knew exactly what place you're in. Except, when he endured it, he was the age of ten. Although he could remember being introduced into the world of monsters, as if it was written out in script. "Huh, yeah, it's not something a lot of people w-"

Before Sam could even begin to finish his sentence, he was short by another male whom popped up out of nowhere, a shotgun laid in both of his arms. "Did we get the son of a bitch?" He was looking around for any sign of the dead, but instead; his green eyes met with the appearance of you. Whom clearly wasn't dead.

After a moment, he looked you up and down, making it entirely obvious to both Sam and you that he was checking you out from head-to-toe. Even whilst being grimy from falling in dirt, he found you attractive. "Actually, we did."

"Well, all I know is, after that.. I need a few beers and a very greasy burger." He let the shotgun hang low, wrapping his shoulder around Sam's shoulders, shaking him around in a brotherly way. To which, Sam sent him an unamused expression. Though, the elder Winchester ignored it. The sibling relationship they shared made you quietly chuckle. Being around the two saviors of your ass, had undoubtedly lightened your mood.

"I'm definitely in," You chimed, quick to walk ahead of the two males, taking them by a full-on surprise. Neither would have expected the words to come out of the mouth of a female stranger, especially just after meeting, and from the most unfortunate scenario possible. Others would have looked to them as if they were off their rocker, not invited themselves to a bar alongside them.

"If you don't get her number, Sammy, I will."

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CHARLIE. . .

As soon as you received the VIP set through mail, you could feel yourself geeking out. It was officially your first time at making it to a Comic Con! Something you'd wanted to partake in, since a youthful age. Meeting all of the people whom shared the same interests as you, was a daydream come true. At the convention, you'd find yourself in a place of comfort! Surrounded by things you adore.

Only, you hadn't expected that it would also be the place where you'd meet someone whom you'd come to spend the rest of your days with..

All you could see as you stumbled towards the ground, ass first, was a flash of red hair. The [FOOD] you'd had in tray, spilled down against your torso, completely ruining the special outfit you'd put together for the event. You could already feel frustration creeping it's hand onto your shoulder. Seeing as, the clothing had taken hard work to create, that of which you'd endured for an endless amount of hours.

Only for it all to be tossed away, in a matter of seconds.

"I'm so sorry! Let me help you up." A soft voice spoke up from above, coming off nearly angelic. Charlie would admit to anyone who asked, that she was clumsy, but this was far more than that. The girl was enduring pure embarrassment. Especially considering the person she'd managed to knock down, was a beautiful woman, whom had already caught her eye earlier on in the evening. You were clad in a costume of her favorite TV show, which is how she first noticed you. And even though the redhead wished to talk to you, she didn't expect the circumstances would be this..

Her face began to fade bright red of blush, a few awkward laughs slipping from her 'o' formed mouth. "Well this is, slightly embarrassing? I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't want the conversation to be about how I spilled food on you."

As soon as your gaze met with her own, all of the frustration you were smacked with; floated away instantly. The girl whom bumped into you was beautiful, dressed in the cosplay of an elven woman. For a moment, the two of you stayed in trance with one another's eyes, ignoring the odd looks you were gaining from the people around you. She was far too breathtaking to care. "No, no, it's okay. Don't worry about it! I can always make a new one." You reassured, hoping she knew that you were taking the incident lightly.

Her slim fingers intertwined with your own, helping you up from the position you'd managed to fall into. "At least let me make it up to you in some way. Otherwise I'll walk out of here feeling like a total loser." She replied, a smile widening across her features. Even her expression managed to be flawless.

"You know what, I'll take you up on that."

"Well, in that case.. M'lady." She dorkily held out her arm, for you to take in your own, to which you did.

After she'd dragged you away from the scene she caused, the pair of you went to grab a few space-themed milkshakes from one of the convention's booths. Where you sat and talked for hours on end, eating [snack], and bouncing random topics back and forth. To say the least, that was the day Charlie and you had hit it off fairly quickly. She was the gift you'd taken home from Comic Con. A sweet souvenir.

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CROWLEY. . .

After a midnight meal at the local hot diner in a town you were hunting Vampires in, you found yourself walking down the parking lot, towards your vehicle to exit the scene. That was until you were aggressively yanked by the arm, and dragged into the darkness of an alleyway. You fought back with all your might, kicking and slapping, but nothing was good enough. It took the perpetrator seconds to knock you out clean, to avoid any screaming or commotion.

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With a groggy state of mind, your eyes fluttered open to be met with even more darkness than your closed eyelids. You couldn't make out a feature in the area you were in, let alone see the fact that you were neatly tied up to a chair. But you could feel the rope rubbing the skin of your wrists quite raw...

You make attempts to look around the room, squinting your eyes to hopefully see something. That was before you heard a click, and suddenly everything was too bright. Considering you had a headache from hell.

"Ah, ah, ah. You're finally awake darling!" Without even looking at the character in question, you could immediately tell who your kidnapper was by the accent. Crowley. What business did he have yanking you from your hunt, and into a dark room? Especially tied up to a chair.

Now, you'd never actually met Crowley, but you'd definitely heard his distinct voice before. It could be spotted out of a thousand others, really easily.

"Oh, Crowley. I should've known," You sighed, upset that you were in such a predicament with the demon. "When will you realize kidnapping me won't get you anywhere?"

He chuckles, making a chill run up your backside. His laugh was malicious. As was his whole demeanor. Everything about him was evil, and you hated being around him, especially with the tales you'd heard straight from the mouths of the Winchester Brothers.

"I'm not worth the hassle. But I know you're not here for me. You want the Winchesters. You'll know they'll come after me, and that's when you'll be able to get at them. Smart move. But what you don't know is that you're completely wrong. I'm sure they suspect what you're up to. So I wouldn't get your hopes up too high." You snapped towards the demon, glaring daggers over at him. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under.

Crowley would admit, he liked how feisty you were. This was his first time meeting you, the Winchester's prized possession of a friend, and he was not disappointed. Truthfully, he expected a scared little hunter. But you were way more than that. "You think I want those two? I just like the idea of watching the Winchesters squirm trying to find you safe. It entertains me." He let out an actual laugh this time, which irked you to the core. You could feel your blood boiling as you struggled in the restraints he had you in. But if you were out of them, you would damn sure be injuring him by now.

"Just wait until I find my way out of here. You'll be sorry that you even laid your filthy hands on me!" You threatened, angrier than you had ever been. It hadn't been fifteen minutes and he was already getting under your skin. Something he was quite known for doing.

"I have a feeling we are going to get along," He flirts in reply to your anger, flashing a smug smile at you. And he truthfully did like how you were acting, for not a lot of people talked to him so boldly, or threatened him when tied up in his chair. You were special, weren't you? Maybe that's why the Winchesters held onto you for so long. But now, you were with him, for now. Until the two siblings had pinpointed your location. And he was determined to get to know you.

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CASTIEL. . .

After a long and uneventful day of work, you finally found yourself in the comfort of your own home once more. Every ounce of stress that the workplace puts on your shoulders, was lifted the moment you stepped into the familiar entryway. What you really needed at this particular time was a shower, and a little bit of relaxation. Every piece of negativity would go away the moment warm water trickled it's way down your backside. The shower was your escape for many reasons. One being that you were alone, and had time for yourself.

After dropping your keys into the weaved basket sat on your entry side table, you walk up the flight of stairs to the second layer of your apartment. Where you sluggishly peeled off your clothes, allowing the water to take it's time warming up. Once it was the right temperature to your liking, you slipped underneath the heat of the shower head, shivering at the feel of it against your skin.

Beyond grabbing a bar of body soap into the palm of your hand, you hunch over to clean your legs. You were humming in the silence until, it wasn't silent. You'd heard a thud, right outside the shower curtain. The sound made you jump, in shock, before you peaked your head out in the crack of the drapery.

There stood a man, dressed in a trench coat, clad with a blue colored tie.

Before you could process what was happening, you freaked out without thinking logically and threw your bar of soap at the intruder standing in your bathroom. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" You yelled, the fear making your voice tremble. This man jumped at the sudden movement, looking down to the soap that had hit the ground with a thud, and then back up to you.

It took him a moment to process the situation and who you were, or why you were here in the house he was investigating, before his eyes went wide and he disappeared. Into thin air. You were so dumbfounded by what just happened, you stood there for a moment just letting the water hit your body.

Until you snapped out of your trance, turned the knob, and left the comfort you were once in to now be enveloped in the cold air. It didn't take you long to get up into a towel, so you could examine the rest of your house for any other possible disappearing robbers. Or to see if you were just simply losing your mind.

But before you decided to go face-to-face with whoever was in your normally quaint apartment, you armed up, with the small handgun you were gifted by [ someone ] not too shortly after you moved in alone.

Holding onto the towel with one hand, and a gun in the other, you made sure to tiptoe your way downstairs so you didn't create any noise to alarm the people. And your suspicions were answered when you heard whispering inside of your kitchen, that you were indeed not alone.

Without them seeing you, you snuck a look into the cook-room to see exactly what you were facing against. The man in the trench coat was accompanied by a taller figure with shaggy brown hair, and a shorter one with attractive features and bright green eyes. You couldn't help but wonder why three men were in your kitchen, but you only assumed the worse. This why you stepped out from the shadows, pointing a gun towards the three of them, cocking it.

"Who are you three and what business do you have being here?" You questioned, demanding an answer from any one of the trio.

"Great going, Sam, she's home.." The shorter one whisper yells, hitting the taller one, or 'Sam' in the chest causing him to scoff and glare at him.

Their eyes are all directed towards you as you wear a poker face at them all, a front to the fear that you were definitely experiencing right this very moment.

"Listen, put the gun down. We're not here to harm you." 'Sam' says, gesturing her to drop the gun onto the floor below them all.

"And the towel," Says the green-eyed one, smirking at the sight of you in a towel. This causes you to break your poker face with a look of disgust.

'Sam' looks at him in a scolding way, frustrated that he couldn't take any moment seriously. Even ones where they were held at gun point.

"Why should I?" You questioned, grip tightening around the handle of the pistol. In hopes to intimidate them, more than they were intimidating you.

"We came in here, because we thought your house was being robbed. There has been multiple on this street so we were keeping watch," 'Sam' explained, smiling nervously at you, hoping to ease your trigger finger.

The shorter one sent him a questioning look, not sure that this excuse would even work with you. You seemed quite feisty, and people being in your apartment was setting you off.

"Are you the police then?"

The two of them get the bright idea to whip out their fake badges, that you clearly didn't know were fake, but the man in the trench coat didn't make any movement whatsoever.

"What about him?" You asked, gesturing the him over to him, unsure of his presence and why he disappeared into thin air. Maybe you were making that part up in your imagination, but you weren't so sure, it seemed very real.

"I'm an Ang-" He started to speak up, but was cut off by both of them trying to speak over him. "Assistant,"

After a moment of contemplating it, you decide they are telling the truth, "well I'm just going to go put this up," you nod towards the gun "and get dressed, in something other than a towel."

"We don't mind towels," Retorts the shorter one again, making you shoot them a questioning look and shake your head. You were quick to walk away from the conversation.

It didn't take you long to hide your gun back in the cubbyhole it belongs, and get dressed in a set of pajamas. You didn't think you were going anywhere tonight anyways, so better to get comfy with your choice of clothing.

To your surprise when you entered the kitchen again, the three men were still there, but this time sat at your dining table, awaiting your arrival. "Not to be a total dick or anything, but why are you three still here?" You ask, going to make yourself a cup of coffee to extinguish the exhaustion in your body.

"We don't want you to get harmed in anyway by the suspect, so we might have to stay here for a while, if that's alright with you?" The questionable one with the trench coat speaks up. To be honest, you didn't want to die, and having two police officers when there was a robber in the area, was not a bad idea. So you slowly nodded, accepted their offer of babysitting you for the moment.

You grab the now finished coffee, before offering some to the once-suspected fugitives. "Any takers?"

"Please,"

All four of you enjoyed the coffee you made in a moment of silence before you realized you didn't know the names of the two who sat with 'Sam'.. "But if you're going to stay here, I'm seriously going to have to figure out the names of you two." You pointed between the nameless men, in hopes they'd cooperate and soothe the curiosity in your mind.

"I'm Dean, and this is Castiel."

Your eyebrows quirked up at the second name Dean spoke up, intrigued by it. Seeing how it wasn't a common name at all. In fact, you'd never once even heard of it. It was quite, fitting for the character though, seeing as he was out there. But not necessarily in a bad way.

You smile, "Interesting", before taking a sip out of the hot coffee that cooled down.

He smiles back at you smiling, and you feel goosebumps appear on your skin at the visual. Something that had hardly ever happened to you. Maybe when listening to a good song, or when you were extremely chilly.

It was weird, to feel, nonetheless. But you brushed it off, not sure of what it could mean at the moment.

"What about you?" Castiel asks, tilting his head, almost in a similar manner to a puppy dog. It was cute.

"[Y/N], I'm [Y/N]."

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GABRIEL. . .

You were working your late shift at the bar, minding your own business as you bussed the tables. It wasn't unusual for men to hit on you, but it usually ended up with you rejected them and them storming away, as a typical man. But this man that approached you, just wouldn't stop. He kept attempting to lay hands on you, and woo you in anyway possible. But you were truthfully just disgusted. You really didn't appreciate the disrespect he was putting out to you.

"Come on, you know you want to get some of this." He slurred, alcohol hot on his breath, as he attempted to touch you once more. You aggressively slapped his hand away, getting more afraid of his actions by the minute. You weren't sure of what he could and couldn't do. That was one of the downfalls of this job.

You finally got so fed up with him you let out a yell, "Stop touching me, you drunk!"

Most of the people in the bar ignored it, besides one man who was quick to make his way over in defense of you. He had longer dirty blonde hair, and a piercing stare.

"Is there a problem here?" He asked, looking between the two of you. You were quick to nod, as was the man who was committing the tomfoolery.

"Yeah, you're in our business, and shouldn't be." He spoke with a menacing tone, hoping that would drive the man away and give him the hint that he should stay in his own bubble.

You scoffed at his supposed "threat" and looked over to the man who came to fight for you. "He won't stop touching me, when I have asked him multiple times to."

"I think it's time for you to take your leave." He demanded, hoping that the man wouldn't take his suggestion, so he could rock him across the face. Gabriel was most definitely into catching a fight with a mortal, especially one of such low grade. It was one of his favorite forms of entertainment.

"Or what?" The perverted drunk questioned, clearly mocking him and his threats. It was already digging under his skin, and this, just made it even worse. He loathed the humans that acted like this. Made him really question his Father's creations.

"Or this," With no second to spare, he threw an upright hook at the man's nose, knocking him down to the ground instantaneously.

Frankly, it took you aback. You didn't expect anyone to stand up for you, considering this bar was normally full of the scum of the Earth, let alone did you think that they would get into a fight for you. The drunk now laid in fetus position on the floor, clutching his broken nose.

"Sorry about that," Gabriel said pointing down at the man who was now going to have to be dragged out by the bouncer.

"Don't be." You laughed, finding the situation kind of humorous, now that you had nothing to worry about with the drunken man.

"I'm Gabriel, and you are?" He said with a charming tone of voice, holding out his non-bloodied hand for you to shake. Which you gladly took into your own to shake, wooed by his actions of standing up for you. He made you feel safe, Although you'd met him no more than fifteen minutes earlier.

"I'm (Y/N), I work here, unfortunately."

He liked your attitude, and definitely thought you were more than attractive. He offered to sit down with you at the bar and keep throwing punches at inappropriate men, which you accepted, and the two of you got to talk the rest of your shift. It was nice getting to know someone at the bar, who wasn't a total waste of space.

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JACK. . .

Everything that could go wrong has been going wrong, you're not sure whether it's your luck or just life itself. But it's dragging you down more than you want it to. You have a hard time getting out of bed anymore, and you feel tired doing the simplest things.

Now, you've never once prayed. You're not even sure what you are, religiously. But at this very moment, whilst you were having a break down at work, it didn't matter, because if there was something higher up out there that could hear your cries for help and give you a boost, you were desperate for it.

"Please, if anything out there can hear this, I'm struggling really bad right now and I could use something. Anything."

You'd never actually heard of prayers working before. And you weren't sure where they ended up. But it was your last shot.

Jack normally tuned out the prayers that paraded through his head, annoyed that there was so many. But yours he heard louder than the rest, it caught his attention the second you said 'please'. He could hear the distress in your tone, and it made him feel your hurt. The boy was clearly an empath.

The good thing about Jack's powers is that he could immediately teleport himself nearby the person that was praying. So to you, he teleported, and he ended up outside of a coffee house. He wasn't sure exactly what the place was or why you were here, but he was definitely down to investigate. A trait he got from being around the Winchester brothers for so long.

Once he walked in, the bell dinged above his head, catching your attention from your flood of thoughts. He immediately smelt the most pleasant scent ever. An aroma of baked goods, and coffee was in the air. He found it quite comforting, and exciting at the same time, considering the light-haired boy enjoyed his fair share of sweet goodies.

"Hey, welcome in." You spoke up, forcing a smile on your face at the new visitor you'd never seen before. It was unusual, considering most of the people who came into a local coffee shop weren't young and happened to be regulars. Nobody wanted anything local, if they had a Starbucks on every corner. But here he was, a young man, visiting in.

Jack picked up the sound of your voice and recognized it from the prayer. As he looked over your features, he realized you were very attractive and it made him intimated by you, but he also registered that you seemed deeply upset.

"Hi, you seem upset." He replied, sitting down in front of you. He wasn't very good at this interacting with people scenario, considering he was not mortal, and it was something mortals did.

You let out a sad chuckle, breaking the smile that you faked across your face. Most people weren't as blunt as him, but you appreciated the honesty. You honestly thought you had perfected the fake smile at this point, but you were apparently wrong.

"Aren't we all?"

"I'm not." He replied, falling into silence afterwards. You gave him an awkward look, which made him realize that he isn't helping the situation very well. Internally, he scolded himself, upset that he struggled to help, when it's all he wanted to do. "But you also shouldn't be,"

"Thanks, I guess." You sighed, wiping down the counter as you made conversation with the awkward boy. It was definitely an odd talk, but not the worst one that you've had. It was quite comforting to talk to someone your age, especially about how internally sad you were. Considering you didn't talk much about it, at all. Maybe, he's the answer to my prayer. You jokingly thought to yourself.

"How may I help?" He asked, cupping his hand down against yours, stopping you from vigorously wiping. You were shocked, and almost uncomfortable by the gesture, but inside, you felt like fireworks were going off within your chest. Which paralyzed you, to which you didn't move a muscle, let alone your hand. The feeling was almost addicting, considering it's the first one you felt in a while, replacing the sadness.

"I.. uh.." You started going red in the face, at the touch. Which made Jack realize you were embarrassed, to which he took his hand away, with an apology, and you could finally move once more.

You regained yourself before actually speaking up a sentence in reply to his question. "Just stay here with me and keep me company."

Jack smiled, "Do I get a muffin?" He, of course, would stay whether he did or not. But they just seemed delicious, sitting in the casing. And he wanted to try it more than anything.

"Sure, why not," You laughed, for the first time in a while, with genuineness. Something about this weird character l, who was your age, made you feel a lot better than you had been feeling for a long while.

With a smile, you gave the boy his muffin in question, on the house. And the two of you continued conversation about multiple different topics. Some of which consisted of you teaching him things, he'd never heard Dean or Sam talk about, things that people your age knew about all too much. He was enjoying this, just as much as you were.. and towards the end of the day, everyone in the bunker would have heard about his new crush on you.

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