#jack kline x Platonic!Reader
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Can I get a Jack request where reader is like castiel level protective over him? Like it could he during the time he was burning away his soul, or Dean just attacking him and reader getting super protective? Thanks <3
Also thank you sm for being my mutual <333
like real people do
jack kline x reader
word count: 1.6k
warning: the events were made up by me, but in time they probably take place in thirteenth season, platonic relationship
summary: Ever had one of those days when life just can't get any worse?
a/n: thank you so much for your request!! once i read the first four words and found out it was about jack i was so happy! this character makes me feel like hiding him in my jacket pocket and protecting him from the whole world, including my favourite white boy; dean. i hope you will enjoy it!!<33 it's so funny that we clicked so quickly because of ketch hahah
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What does it mean to have a bad day? For some, it might involve a pointless hunt for a missing sock in the early hours. Others might deem it a disastrous day if they find themselves in a nerve-wracking business meeting, their professional future hanging by a thread, only to be unexpectedly showered in scalding coffee. But let me tell you, what went down in South Dakota, well, that was beyond any bad day anyone's ever had.
Walking down the bunker's cold, metal stairs, your eyes stayed fixed on Sam's broad back. The echoes of two more pairs of footsteps behind you added an unspoken burden to all four of you. The lengthy, six-hour drive from Sioux Falls passed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional growl of Dean's car engine.
In the midst of this oppressive silence, a tangible anxiety filled the atmosphere, much like the sensation of holding a grenade with a fragile safety pin. Each of you knew that speaking the first word out loud could be equivalent to pulling that pin, possibly setting off a surge of emotions and consequences you weren't prepared to deal with at that moment.
As you finally reached the colossal table stationed at the heart of the spacious room, you wearily rested your hands on the chair's backrest, your head drooping in helpless resignation. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, carrying the weight of the day's exhaustion. In the stillness that followed, you could discern Sam's chair scraping against the floor on the opposite side of the table as he settled himself heavily into it and Dean's footsteps resonated down the corridor, indicating his retreat to the kitchen.
Lifting your exhausted head, you gave a quick once-over to your disheveled clothing, recognizing its disorder. It had not only withstood the harsh impact of multiple falls today but was also stained with splotches of blood. Nervously, you ran your hand through your hair, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Pushing away from the chair, you turned on your heel, scanning the room with a sense of restless anticipation.
You stopped your gaze on the young man by the stairs, who had stayed there the whole time. His face showed a mix of confusion, sympathy, and regret. Your lower lip was gently caught between your teeth as you pondered your next steps. When his gaze met yours, you drew a shallow breath. His appearance wasn't any better than yours, but because he was still Lucifer's son, he appeared more composed than you.
With determination, you approached him step by cautious step until you were standing alongside him. “Jack, are you alright?” you asked, your voice reflecting genuine worry. A quick glance back at Sam, who remained seated at the table, revealed that he was now observing your interaction. You then shifted your attention back to Jack, waiting for his response.
Jack's reply hung in the air like a heavy cloud, his voice a somber murmur that revealed the depth of his guilt. His gaze dropped to his fidgeting hands, fingers twisting in anguish as he confessed, “It's all my fault...”
You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you witnessed the torment in Jack's eyes. In an attempt to ease the crushing weight of his self-blame, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you said gently, your voice a soothing balm, “you're not alone in this. None of us expected it to go down like that.”
Sam, the voice of reason, chimed in from his seat at the table. His tone was calm and reassuring as he added, “Jack, we knew it wouldn't be easy. We'll figure this out together.”
Jack looked up at both of you. His eyes were pools of sorrow, and he seemed on the brink of tears, even though he didn’t know what emotions are. “But you guys almost got killed because of me. I couldn't control my powers, and I let them get too close.”
Before you could offer words of reassurance, Dean's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, “That’s damn right,” he snapped. His anger was palpable, and you could feel the tension rise as he entered with a bottle of beer in his hand. You had been so focused on Jack's emotions that you hadn't noticed Dean approaching.
Your attention shifted to Dean, and it was clear that he had no intentions of concealing his rage. Such suppression was never in his nature. He scrutinized both of you with an intense gaze, his jaw clenched tight, the lines of his face etched with frustration and anger.
Dean proceeded to the table, his movements forceful as he shoved one chair back with a grating screech before taking a seat. The bottle of beer landed on the table with a heavy thud, emphasizing his simmering anger, and the room seemed to shrink with the weight of his emotions. It was a moment where words hung in the balance, and the fragile tension in the air threatened to shatter at any moment.
Jack’s connection to his human emotions was weak, but regret had clear place in his eyes, keenly sensed Dean's anger. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he shifted uncomfortably, his body language a reflection of the confusion within him. In a moment of desperation, he cast a furtive glance in your direction, silently pleading for support, his eyes searching for any sign of comfort.
You, on the other hand, found yourself torn between conflicting emotions. Your heart ached for Jack, understanding the crushing guilt that weighed on him, yet you also knew the importance of not undermining Dean's authority. It was a delicate balancing act that you had become all too familiar with, navigating in these tense moments.
Dean finally broke the oppressive silence, his voice laced with bitterness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud. “You know, Jack, your little power surge not only almost got us killed, but it also cost us Castiel at the very beginning of your existence. You may not remember, but he sacrificed himself to save you.”
Jack's expression remained stoic, but his eyes bore the weight of remorse as he regarded the hunter. “I didn't ask him to,” he replied, his voice carrying the burden of the past.
Dean's face remained unyielding, his anger unwavering in the face of Jack's distress. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on the young Nephilim. “Doesn't change the fact that he's gone because of you.”
The room seemed to shrink with the intensity of the moment, emotions swirling like a storm around the three of you. Jack's regret was a silent force, Dean's anger an unrelenting presence, and you, caught in the middle, felt the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy shroud.
You decided to step in, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as you tried to ease the heavy tension in the room. You spoke gently, "Dean, listen," in a calm and careful way, "Jack didn't want these powers, and he didn't want Cas to save him. None of us knew this would happen."
Dean looked at you, his anger softening just a bit as he heard your caring tone. You had been through a lot with the Winchesters, so you knew how emotions could run high.
But Dean, being stubborn as ever, couldn't let go of his anger towards Jack. He narrowed his eyes at you and replied with bitterness,
“Yeah, well, empathy won't bring Cas back,” he retorted, the pain of loss seeping through every syllable. “Neither will help any of the people who have been harmed today, because of him.”
Jack, still struggling to contain his emotions, lowered his head in acknowledgment. He understood the depth of Dean's anger, and he carried the weight of guilt knowing that nothing he said could bring back the angel who had given his life to protect him.
You exchanged a quick, supportive glance with Jack, a silent understanding passing between you two. Then, you turned your steady attention back to Dean, determined to break through the walls of resentment that had formed around him. “We're all hurting, Dean,” you said, your voice laced with sincerity. “But pointing fingers and blaming Jack won't change the past. We have to move forward together if we're going to face the challenges that lie ahead.”
Dean's jaw clenched, and he took another long, deliberate sip from his beer bottle, as if using the act as a moment of respite from his simmering anger. It was clear that he was still seething, but your words had managed to make some impact, no matter how small.
“Fine,” he grumbled, his anger not completely gone but his tone less harsh. He reluctantly agreed to try and move forward, but he was still stubborn. “But don't think for a second that I'm okay with any of this.”
You nodded, acknowledging Dean's raw emotions. “We know you're not, Dean. But we're a team, and we need to stick together.”
Jack, encouraged by your words and Dean's reluctant acceptance, finally found the courage to speak up again. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make amends and prove myself to all of you.”
Dean's gaze remained fixed on his beer bottle, and while he didn't offer immediate forgiveness or approval, he also didn't object further. It was a tenuous truce, fragile as glass, but it was some kind of a start, and everyone knows that the beginnings are always the hardest.
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Supernatural Headcanons: Receiving Affection (1/?)
About: female!reader×platonic!everyone, teenage/young adult reader, reader's love language is touch: hugging, hanging off the boys' shoulders, falling asleep on their shoulders and the like :) just wholesome things (with some angst).
Word count: It's a long a one...
Warning: Angst, Shouting, other than that it's just fluffy :)
A/n: This reallt isnt a head cannon tbh. Started with an idea, created an OC then a background and then and then and then — it spiralled into this mess haha.
I meant to go further - provide that conclusion to create a holistic narrative... but it's already really long and atm felt uninspired to keep going with it. So we wait, sorry !
Welp, enjoy!
Let's imagine your love language is touch. The crave and the lingering need to touch, hug, lean on, hold onto someone, some one you felt safe around and loved by was a instinct you've always had.
Surrounding yourself with some of the most emotionally stunted and constipated people — emotionally unavailable car, pie and ACDC loving hunter, his emotionally neglected brother and monotonous 'I don't understand the reason for handholds if you're not lost' angel boyfriend — your touchy feely nature was met half-heartedly.
Given the moment you first met them was amidst a series of tumultuously devastating events — one easy case turned bad, the loss of family was never easy on a adolescent. And for the most part that's all you were to them. Another poor young soul caught up in the cusp of a terrifying world Dean and Sam intended to protect. To save. It never came without consequence — it's just this time in came in the form of a teenager, tear stained and alone.
Dead of night, once the vampires who took your mother and little brother were resolved with a few knife swings and burning bullets — it was the embrace Sam offered that changed things.
You needed it. Solace, comfort. Something to keep you grounded.
The Winchesters would do more than offer a hug. Decisions and shots were called, arguments sure did occure — another mouth to feed, a head to look out for — but in the end life kept moving and this was all you had left; a reason, an opportunity, to help.
A Winchester. You were the rookie who could barely hold a gun. Then you were the amature that fought to fight; snooping for cases, sneaking out for a chance to shoot and to prove you can contribute. Couple years fly by and now you're family.
So many night spent trading stories, on the stupid shit Dean pulled and Sam moments of pubescent embarrassment among the pockets of normal school life, or your gems of memory with your mother you missed and a brother you had teased. The banter was rich on both ends — most prominently with Dean. It was just so easy. A grumpy old man who dished out the rules and stomped around with that voice of his — you couldn't help yourself.
*in Dean's voice* "Its too dangerous, me macho man will take care of it" *normal voice* "y'know I didn't realise you were one grey hair away from being my father..."
He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing his chin and gesturing to you at Sam. "She thinks shes funny huh? youre real comedian— thats it!"
He chases you down the bunker and you run away. Deans yelling and your laughter ringing behind Sam.
Sam truly was enjoying to have someone on his side — till at times he wasn't so lucky. You and Dean were a little too powerful once you joined arms...
Amidst this new found family, Dean and Sam quickly noticed how much you liked to hug them... almost clingy.
Granted, it wasn't like you smothered everyone who walked into your life — with Dean and Sam it was different. They saved you, welcomed you, took care of you. You trusted them.
It qas noticeable during the early days of your stay. After long hunts when you were left behind, in security of the bunker, those hours felt like days and days felt like years. Crippling fear of losing the only formed tether of family and safety frightened you.
The moment the door clicked open, "Hey, Y/n, we're back," a bag of take out ready and jackets being torn off in lethargic movements of a day's struggle, "got some burgers and those curly fries as remembered and—"
Frantic steps and a leap, Dean was almost knocked down by the force of your hug. Wrapped around his neck, face buried in his collar. "Woah there, Kid." He stumbled and huffed from the suddenness.
"Y/n? you ok?" Sam asked at your long passing moments in embrace. Words of gladness and "Thank god"s poured from your lips, stepping back to look at how they're really here. Alive. Safe. The brothers noted it was probably because of your family — you were dealing and I think they are one of few people who could really understand that.
However, this passing moment became everytime. They'd come home and you'd hug them briefly. Once you were coming with them than waiting patiently, you'd embrace them before bed.
Huddled around the table, Sam reading, Dean nursing a cold beer whilst flipping through a magazine as you ate and prompted Dean into weird topics of 'never have I ever - monster edition'. You'd bid yourself adue.
"I'm gonna hit the sack, weirdos." You'd walk around to them. "Enjoy your light reading, Sammy. And enjoy your pervy magazine, old man." Passing by, wrapping your arm their shoulders, affectionately nudging cheeks with them — Sam would accept them graciously, the loving gesture comforting to him. And Dean would simply hum at you, trying his best to look indifferent or exasperated by such contact. But you knew he silently enjoyed them, and Sam did especially; knowing his older brother, the boundary of affection was never crossed but from you — a semblance of a younger sister — was soothed but this entry of comfort. Shoulders slacked, posture less tense, you were a reminder of everything was okay.
"Now get off me - you need a shower."
When Castiel was around it, too, didn't take long before he was another victim to your embraces. Seeing how close Cas was to Dean and Sam, it meant he was good.
Late night car rides, slumped against the worn leather of Baby as the soft rock channel hummed alongside the murmuring engine pushing the hunters and a angel home. The orange street light continuously ran over their laps, exhaustion lingered in the vehicle — Dean's raw red knuckles were prominent, wrapped around the steering wheel. Sam sported a scrape on his cheek bone, exchanging hushed words between his brother and Castiel. Sat in the back with Cas, you couldn't bother chipping on the discussion. The headache you endured only just subsided, with just a bruise that ached at your side, both the dull music and gentle voices did well to block it. Soothing you into a lul.
"Someone's uncharacteristically quiet..." Sam humoured. The two shared a peak through the review mirror to catch your heavy eyes and tilting head you struggled to hold up. Dean couldn't help but smirk, chuckling under his breath at your disgruntled hum towards Sam.
"It's a nice change," he joked.
"Dean," Cas warned, glancing attentively to you, "She did a lot today."
"Yea... she did." He said silently proud. Of course she did.
Moments passed and next thing you know, Cas felt your held fall on his shoulder. Almost surprised, he didn't move an inch. Tossing and turning, laying on him finally made you settle. Staring down at you, he was glad to see you sleep — you took too many nights to sitting on thay laptop keen that every minute need not be wasted. And so he laid back a bit more comfortably, mindful on how much he moved. He understood, humans needed their rest.
Dean couldn't help but find it endearing.
The boys did their best to revieve your affection in stride. Cas was always naturally stiff when you slung your arm over his shoulders. Dean tried his best to act annoyed when you attack hug him from behind, and awkwardly patting your back. Sam never minded the time you'd sit beside him, leaning against his larger stature while he read or researched.
Then Jack showed up. Between losing Mary, Crowley, the fright of Cas' death and so much more — times weren't the easiest. Lucifer's son, the premeditated anti-christ that was the cease all life and goodness, the first day of getting to know Jack was a rocky path. While Sam continuously sympathised the young man and Dean couldn't even look at him, you remained initially indifferent. Just like your brothers, you were scared more than anything, grieving over the losses especially Cas — you didn't know what to think but you did know they needed you.
Jack noticed how you kept wrapping your arms around them every time you left off to somewhere or twist your twist your face into something warm at the much angrier man. It was so peculiar to him that he asked Sam when they were in the cellar, "why does she do that?"
"What?"
A look of seriousness worried Sam, "Do that - hold him. Dean." And he looked at him confused.
"You mean— she hugging him." Jack's face didn't change, "she's embraced him because she's worried about him," it sounded more like a question as he mimicked the gesture, "you embrace someone when you want to comfort them, or show them affection."
"'affection'?"
"It's means to show care for someone."
Jack looks at him, "She does it a lot." He noted.
Sam omitted a breathy laugh, "Yea. She does - she cares a lot, I suppose."
Soon your apprehension grew to empathy for the nephillum. His innocence and innate kindness baffled you at times. He borne no essence of evil - he rather carried Kelly's sweetness, and a fear that made you realise that Jack was far from anything like his father. He was just Jack.
The realisation settled within you as you sat on that crate where your breath transpired in the cold, facing Jack curled up beside the dumpster. Large shadows drew over his furrowed brows, deep with sadness and hurt as he said, "Maybe I'm not worth all this". Your heart sunk. All alone without the comfort of his mother and guidance of the angel she promised, made to feel like he was something he wasn't — worthless.
"Stop." The words escaped your lips faster than you could think and he stared at you saddened. "Don't..." You hesitated, too many things you want to say and you settle with reaching out a gentle hand. "Can I please uhm..." Jack slightly confused gave his hand at your hushed question. And he was surprised by your warm and firm grip; holding his palm with your other hand instantly clasping over his knuckles, you told him "Jack, you are worth all this..." staring intently into his eyes. "Sam thinks your worth it, so did Castiel, your mother. And so do I."
His eyes softened, and a small smile slipped onto your lips. Hope seeping into his features, he asked, "Really?"
"Really." You said.
That night you shared a room with Jack, agreeing with Sam things were too tense with Dean. You'd continue to be at Jack's side, speaking to him, answering his questions, simply being with Jack whilst mediating your brothers. Meaning, your constant defense of Jack caused a constant bickering and arguing with Dean. Unlike Sam the Diplomat, you two were almost explosive. Dean hated how close you'd stick by that thing, that freak; he was dangerous, he could hurt you! And you hated Dean's merciless disdain for him — always throwing warnings at the names and disregarding statements Dean would say without a thought with Jack.
At times, when Sam was with Jack, the moment he'd leave you and the eldest alone, stiff muttering of words escalated into loud yelling. Seething at each other until your red faced. Sam would always have to intervene, assuring Jack they're just "hot headed".
This anger festered into Dean's asserting orders; regulations, rules, reprimanding of your interactions with Jack. You were holding Jack's hand cause he seemed nervous, Dean would explicitly say no handing holding with devils. Alone in a room with him on an off chance again? Dean's dragging you out on errands or telling you to go to your room. Walking around the table offering your bidding night hugs, your affectionate squeeze on Jack's shoulder earned a warning glare from Dean.
You always made a face back, countering his overprotective as overbearing and stupid. When you finally had a go at him for it, Sam was out and there was nothing holding them back. You both pushed at each other to your limits. Comparing Jack to you when you some kid helpless and alone too, or Sam deemed bad before he could do any good, really sent Dean down the rails — because you're family. Jack is Lucifer's son, not you.
"Does he look like Lucifer's son to you, Dean?! He does nothing but be kind, gentle. He listens to your orders, he's even terrified of you!"
"And so he should be!" His voice booms with anger you hadn't heard from Dean till now and it shakes you. "You think I care that he can smile nicely at you, and say 'thank you' and 'sorry'? That doesn't matter. Cas is gone because of him, Mum is gone because of him. Wake up, Y/n, he can't change what he is and what he is, is a freak, an inevitable danger to you, to us, this entire freaking world- I'm sorry youre too damn stupid and niave to realise that." His starn, harsh words push past his lips in a burst of thoughts that seemed like he's been holding in forever, and he has to lean back for a moment to sigh. You stood there without moving, your eye glisten against your will as you swallow his words. He paused before turning to walk away without another word — the knife sunk a little deeper.
"I know you're hurting, Dean," your voice went small, and you caught him mid step. "but you're not the only one." His face grew sullen: he was too angry, too tired. He hadn't the energy to say or do something. Looking at you, he noticed your quivering lip you tried so hard to hide and instantly in his eyes you reverted back into that small 14 year old girl he and Sam decided to take under their wing. An image that flashed by and then you were walking away. To the other side of the bunker. And after a few heart beats, he did too.
Without either of you knowing, Jack had heard the entire altercation. Your purposeful steps rushed past him and you didn't see him — too busy fiercely wiping away escaping hot tears you didn't want. Jack had never seen you this upset and quietly he followed you to your room. He heard you slam the door shut and heard you sniffle inside. Hesitant he slowly cracked the door open to see your back facing towards him, sat on the edge of your unmade bed, silently crying.
A sensation of sorrowful guilt imbued in the centre of his chest. This was his fault wasn't it?
"Y/n?" His sudden appearance finally made known surprises you and you whip around. "Jack," your voice is thick with emotions, harshly sniffed back as your wiped your cheeks several times. "What are you..." You took a deep breath. Seeing his worried eyes you realised your attempt to appear unphased and normal was feeble — your eyes were puffy, flushed cheeks and red nose. And then it hit you, "I'm sorry, Jack. Sorry you had to hear that it's just, he's just..." you lett your hands fall to your lap defeatedly and head hung low. You looked him and flashed a weak smile, "Don't worry," Jack moved to sit on your bed, "It's just everything's a bit weird."
"I'm sorry." He finally said simply.
"What? Jack-"
"I'm sorry," he looked at you with those same eyes that night. "that you, Dean and Sam are hurting - because of me."
You shook your head, "No, no Jack, you have done nothing wrong, we're fine. We will work this out-"
"But you are crying, you are upset."
"I'm fine, Jack, don't-"
"Why are you lying?" He places a hand over yours, catching your evasive and scattered gaze. He pulls you to a halt, forcing you to meeting his big attentive eyes. They were so kind and gentle. And the warm of his hand stopped your racing heart. "You can tell me." He said softly and such simple words crashes over you. Your eyes locked onto his, you let silence hang in between as you soaked in this blooming comfort from someone you least expected it. It was overwhelming. And the longer you looked at him, all thoughts and emotions started to feel too real, too much, and your eyed began to well up in tears. Trying to blink them away made them fall faster and your gaze fell to his hand. "I- I'm sorry."
Your voice cracked and your instinctively tried to cover your face; to hide from Jack which you were sure you were confusing him even more with your immense and sudden outpour of emotions. You muttered your apologies, intending to turn to avoid overwhelming him further until the mattress dipped this way and there and a pair of arms embraced you. The foreign feeling of his body against yours made you hold your breath for a second — digesting the unexpected gesture of comfort from Jack and one that you didn't know you needed.
He held you firmly, his head tucked beside yours, eyes scrunched tight as if desperate to make you feel better. Seconds pass before you relent into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying yourself away into the nape of his neck. And Jack squeezed you a little tighter.
You and Jack would stay like that for a while. Until your quiet sobs muffled into his shirt quietened down to weak sniffles and your arms loosened, feeling yourself wafting into sleep.
Once Sam came home from his grocery run, he was met by the unsuaul silence and brooding Dean who fixing himself a sandwich.
"Dean, I literally went shopping to cook now why are you-"
"'s not for me." He finished it before pushing it towards Sam, "Mind giving this to Y/n?" It was hardly a question.
The way his brother barely looked at him leaning back with a drink, and the sullenness of his voice, Sam knew something must've happened, "...And why can't you do that?"
"I don't think she's in the mood to talk to be right about now."
Sam walked up to your door, sick with worry and anger to hear what had gone down between you and Dean. The steam from yet another argument with Dean came to a simmer seeing your door not locked but left ajar. He slowed, softly calling out "Y/n?" coming closer he heard not only your soft snores he knew well after years but another's.
Entering he stopped — there you were deep in slumber. And in the arms of the nephilum. Your head lay in the croock of his neck, arms loosely fallen across his torso while his around your shoulders. Sam noted your red eyes and nose, stains of tears that revealed the severity of this argument with Dean had a toll on you. It pained his heart yet seeing Jack with you overturned such hurt — he comforted you. A cosmic being does not need sleep yet Jack visibly chose to rest with you — to show you he cared too. However it there was no doubt you had fallen asleep on him first — a sign of your trust.
The two of you have connected, and Sam quietly left, clicking the door shut with a relief and no plan on letting his older brother know about this.
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FEELING LOW
Jack Kline x Reader (platonic)
Summary: ever since you were young, you've struggled with your mental health. Dean and Sam always tried to help you, but nothing ever worked. You were back in that funk once more, holed up in your room. Jack, though confused about why you were sad, wanted to make you feel better.
WARNINGS: mentions of depression, mention of thoughts of self-harm and suicide.
Today was just one of those days where you didn't want to get out of bed.
Instead, you lay there in your bed, staring up into the darkness where your ceiling should be. Your blanket was pulled up to your chest as you unconsciously played with your hands.
You felt like the worst person in existence. Like you were a neucance to everyone who was around you. You absolutely hated the feeling, but you couldn't help it.
You thought about tearing your skin apart, just to see how it felt. Sure, you had been sliced by monsters, being bled almost dry, but this was a different kind of pain. This was the pain you wanted.
And the mode you thought about it, the worse you felt, and you dug yourself into a deeper hole.
Sam and Dean stood outside your door, Sam holding your breakfast as he gave a worried look towards his brother.
Dean took a deep breath as he knocked, hoping that this time you'd answer. He hated when you got like this, knowing you weren't okay and he couldn't do anything to fix it.
After a few seconds of silence, a very broken "go away!" Came from the other side of the door.
Sam closed his eyes in slight frustration as he let out a sigh, "Y/n, you need to eat."
"I'm...not hungry." You replied, your voice cracking as if you were on the verge of tears.
Jack, hearing the commotion, made his way towards the brothers from his place in the kitchen. Castiel had gone out to get more groceries, leaving Jack on his own.
"What's going on?" He asked, his head tilted in curiosity.
The brothers turned their heads towards him, his small grin turning upside down as he noticed the look on their faces, "is something wrong?"
Sam and Dean glanced at each other before Sam answered him, "Y/n won't eat, and won't come out of her room either. It... happens sometimes."
"Is she...sick?" Jack questioned once again, now standing directly in front of the brothers.
"No, kid, she's not sick. She's just... really sad." Dean responded simply, looking back at the closed door.
Jack went silent for a moment before his eyes lit up with an idea, "Maybe I can make her not sad!" He suggested with a grin.
"Look, Jack, you cant-" Sam began but was cut off by Jack taking the plate of food from his hands and disappearing. Presumably into your room.
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As Jack appeared into Your room, the darkness did not go unnoticed. The only way he was able to navigate through her room was the light that peaked through the crack under your door, showing the lump that was covered by blankets.
"Are...you okay?" Jack asked, standing next to the bed, looking down at you.
Your eyes never wandered from the ceiling as you responded, "No. But it's okay, I'll be fine in a bit."
You were lying, of course, as you thought about running the blade of your knife over your skin and maybe getting yourself on whatever hunt the boys tried to get you to help with.
Jack knew you were lying, his frown deepening as he placed the plate of food onto her bedside table, turning on the lamp.
You shut your eyes tight to try and rid of the unwanted brightness in the room as you groaned.
"You need to eat." Jack told you sternly, only repeating what the boys had said.
"I'm not hungry, Jack." You mumbled, slowly opening your eyes, trying to adjust to the light in your room after hours of darkness.
The dark circles under your eyes proved that you hadn't slept that night, much less had slept in the past week.
"You haven't slept." He mentioned, his head tilting slightly in curiosity, as was normal for him.
"Haven't been tired."
"But you need it."
"I sleep when my body decides it's time for it. Right now is not time for it." You chided, crossing your arms against the blanket over your body.
Jack knew not to push further with you, knowing from Sam and Dean that you were in a fragile state. He sat down beside you on the bed, not breaking his focus on your tired being. "Why are you so sad?" He asked.
To you, it felt like he had already asked a million questions. But you always had a soft spot for the kid, so you never snapped.
"I'm not sad, I'm just..." You didn't know what you were feeling. Most times it was different. Sometimes you would say it was because you felt too sad, other times you said you felt empty. You'd say that your emotions were so overwhelming that your brain didn't know which emotion to pick, so it broke. There was no real feeling for you.
"Just what?"
You sighed before making it simple for him, "Never mind. Yeah, yeah, I'm really sad." A crack in your voice slipped out as you said it, making the sentence feel even more broken than it was.
Jack knew that the response to someone's sadness was to hug them (as seen from the many times the brothers, Castiel, and Y/n had hugged each other after tough times), and thought that maybe that's all you needed.
So, he pulled you up into a sitting position and hugged you tight, a smile growing on his lips as he felt your arms wrap loosely around him, your head placed in the crook of his neck.
You felt tears prick your eyes as you reveled in the sudden comfort and reassurance that the hug brought you. The evil thoughts that plagued your brain had died down just a little as you focused on the moment.
You knew that the hug wouldn't ward off your depression forever, but you were glad that it was enough to keep you feeling sane for this tiny little bit.
And suddenly, you began to feel your eyes drooping, sleep slamming into you like a freight train as the many sleepless nights finally caught up with your body.
Jack felt your arms let go of him slightly, fingers grazing his back as they fell limp with sleep.
Just in time too, as Sam and Dean (now joined by Cas) open the door, concerned about the silence that had fallen between the two.
They all sighed in relief at the sight of the sleeping woman, Jack finally letting go of her and gently setting her back down.
They took note that the next time this happens, Jack will be the first one they send in.
And yes, Dean, in fact, ended up eating her breakfast instead.
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Hey yall! Thanks for reading <3 this fic was more just projecting what I've been feeling for the past couple of weeks into my writing, and at first I felt a little iffy posting it. But with a little push from a friend (reminding me that this fic would be read by a lot of people who would find comfort that someone could relate to them) I decided, fuck it!
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"Game Night"
Request: HEYOO! I’m probably annoying you at this point 🤪Buuuut I was wondering if you could do something with Sam and Dean x sibling reader and any other characters (choose your favorites and make it fun if you want :D) and they all have a game night? If not no worries <33
Fandom: Supernatural
A/N: found this in my drafts...sorry @book-place R gender is not specified, buncha swearing
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It wasn't often that you would get a break. It was always stopping one apocalypse, fighting some bad guys, go on a hunt, and maybe get a few hours of sleep along the way. So when opportunity strikes to have a little fun, you're going to take it- hence Game Night.
Game Night was when yourself, Sam, Dean, Jack and Castiel got together and played any board games you could get your hands on. Whether it be 'Sorry!', 'Monopoly', or 'Pictionary', its guaranteed to have a lot of laughs involved. And, of course, a lot of fighting.
"No! You fucking idiot! How does that look like a dog to you?!" Dean yells at his younger brother, who looks ready to run for his life. You're almost in hysterics at this, barely getting a breath in. Castiel is clearly worried this will turn into an actual fight, but is amused nonetheless. Jack pipes up, "Actually, I think it does look like a dog, Dean"
If looks could kill, Jack would very very dead right now. "Ok, ok is it a...hat? A snake hat?" You fall off your chair from laughter, tears streaming down your face. Jacks alarm on his phone goes off, "And that's time!" Dean groans and drags a hand down his face, and exclaims "It was a fucking snail!" Sam shouts in confusion "What?! There's no way that was a snail!" The brothers continue to bicker while you're regaining your breath on the floor.
"Uh, I believe it is mine and Y/n's turn?" Castiel says, catching the groups attention. You prop yourself up and swap places with your older brothers, "So, Cas, who's gonna be drawing?" you grin at him. "I think I'll try to draw." You take a seat and Cas turns the page over, thinking of what to do draw. After a minute or so, he says to start the timer.
Now, in hindsight, maybe you should have insisted that you draw the picture, because Castiel has never needed to draw something before. This was his first time ever drawing, and if you had to guess he learned by looking at the others turns. Basically, you were completely and utterly fucked.
What Castiel was trying to draw was an otter, as he knew it was your favourite animal. He even coloured it in with the brown marker that Jack left on the board!
"..Is it an poop?"
Castiel slowly turned around to stare at you, while Dean starts laughing loudly and Jack giggles from his chair. "No, Y/n, I did not draw a poop." Now Sam is laughing too, almost as much as you were earlier. "Well-I-it's-well?" you stammer. Cas rolls his eyes, "Y/n, this is clearly a drawing of an otter." you groan putting your head in your hands as Jack stands up and shouts "Disqualified for cheating!"
"Aw c'mon man.." you stand up and walk back over to your chair, sitting down like a sad puppy. Castiel looks at you and then back at the drawing, before walking over to you. "If it's any consolation, I do see the resemblance of an poop." he smiles at you.
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Supernatual Masterlist
One Shots
Permission To Go Out - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)
‘Green Thumb’ Curse - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)
Hunting High - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic)
Bitten - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)
Waiting - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)
Elf-On-The-Shelf Trouble - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic) (Holiday Special)
Calls, Cases and Slasher Week - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)
Wholesome - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)
Discipline Struggles - Reader, Dean, Mary (platonic), Jack Kline (mentioned)
Y/n Knows - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Reader (platonic)
Tuesday #66 - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)
Easter Hunt - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)
Heat Of A Lie - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)
Act Your Age - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)
Surprise - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)
The ‘Talk’ - Dean, Jack (platonic)
A Tense Conversation - Dean x Reader
Not Family - Dean x Reader
Trust Me - Castiel x Reader
Accidental Summons - Castiel x Reader
Can You Relax? - Castiel x Reader
Tipsy and Flirty - Castiel x Reader
Facing The Devil - Castiel x Reader
Bring Castiel Home - Castiel x Reader
Imagines + Mini Fic
Imagine trying to convince the angels to cast out Casifer
Imagine lusting for Castiel after being affected by Famine
Imagine Castiel needing to touch your soul to recharge and retrieve Sam and Dean
Imagine sharing a PB&J sandwich with Castiel
Imagine Dean and Sam walking in on you and Castiel during an argument
Imagine punching Castiel when he tags your ribs with Enochian protection
Imagine revealing the truth behind the 'second shelf corner'
Imagine being an angel and confessing to Castiel how you handled his death
Imagine Dean comforting you when Castiel has a crush on another human
Imagine refusing to pray to Castiel
Imagine preparing to attack Demon!Dean when Sam brings him into the bunker
Imagine trying to handle Dean while he's freaking out with ghost sickness
Imagine messing with Dean when he mind-melds with a dog
Imagine sitting on the hood of the Impala as Dean fixes the headlights
Imagine trying to convince Sam to take care of himself in his pursuit to save his brother
Imagine knocking Sam out when he refuses to take a break for himself
Imagine finding Jack at the foot of your bed eating breakfast
Imagine getting trapped in a Doctor Sexy episode with the Winchesters
Imagine Team Free Will's shock when you sprout wings after being cursed by a witch
Imagine being cursed 'to be normal' along with Dean and Sam
Imagine reminiscing about your strangest solo-hunt with the Winchesters and Castiel
Imagine the Winchesters explaining to Jack what it’s like to work a case with you
Imagine trying to help Gabriel but he gets spooked and attacks
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Quality Time
Pairing: Jack Kline X Winchester!Reader (she/her)
Requested by: anon
Word Count: 2,002
Warnings: none
Summary: Dean and Sam were out on a hunt. What did that mean? Quality time with Jack! Aka a fluffy spa day
A/N: can be read both platonic and romantic. Also fun fact, it's currently half past three AM over here and I'm posting this due to a dopamine rush from writing some original stuff (as in my own characters within my own little world)
Today was one of those lovely slow days. The bunker was blissfully quiet, for once there was no music blaring from Dean's room or Sam persuading her to go out and talk to some kids in the village. Cas had taken off for a top secret meeting (that Y/N was pretty sure just meant that he was going out on a date with Dean once him and Sam were done helping Donna out with the vampires) and Jack was in his room, probably catching up on Lord Of The Rings.
Y/N was bored out of her mind.
And what did she do in those instants? Annoy other people to death.
Namely, Jack. Her brothers were not there and for what she had in mind, Dean would run like the devil himself was on his tail and Sam wouldn't make it fun. So Jack it was.
She picked up her phone to shoot him a quick warning text (he could be naked after all - last time Y/N barged in on Dean it hadn't been pretty).
Luckily, Jack was delighted at the idea of some company and said he was okay with her little plan. A spa day!
Damn, Y/N was never more happy about the fact that he hadn't inherited any toxic masculinity from her fake dudebro older brother. So off to the bathroom it was to gather her favourite supplies and change into her fuzziest pair of socks and the biggest hoodie she could find.
Okay, and a little stop at the kitchen as well. There was no such thing as snacks not desired.
"Jack, I hope you're wearing your comfiest clothes right now!" Y/N knocked on his door (or slammed her elbow against it while the things she were carrying threatened to spill over), "can I come in?"
"Yes!"
It was a little struggle to open the door without her hands but Y/N managed.
And promptly almost fell over her own feet.
Jack shot up from where he had been sitting on his bed, face scrunched up with worry, and reached out to take the blankets from the top of the pile. "Is this everything or should I help you carry more?"
Sweet helpful Jack. How could someone not be at least a little in love with him? Y/N shook her head before the hearts in her eyes were painfully obvious and opted to dump the rest of her things on his bed.
"Nope, that's all," she said cheerily and walked over to switch on some quiet music. Standing still wasn't her strong suit. Which was ironic, considering that she was about to sit tight for a while now. Y/N tilted her head towards Jack, "any wishes music wise?"
"Please just something from this decade," he requested.
Y/N chuckled. Yeah, Dean had ensured that they could recite just about every glorious rock song from the sixties to the nineties perfectly. But new stuff? Unheard of as long as Dean had control of the music playing. Ah, the upsides of being home alone.
So Y/N went into her happy playlist and put it on shuffle. That ought to set the mood for some relaxing.
When she had placed her phone on top of the blue tooth speaker Sam had gifted Jack, she was faced with him looking curiously at the several brightly coloured containers.
He picked one up gingerly, as if he was afraid it might explode or spew poison at him, and held it out to her. "What are we using these for?"
"For a spa day!" Y/N said and clapped once, "first, we'll go and wash our faces and then put on one of those fancy face masks. You're holding a peeling by the way. We can do that too but it feels itchy on your skin."
That made Jack toss it back down. "No thank you. But we can try a face mask? What does it do?"
Since Jack had become a steady part of her life, Y/N tended to forget about how little he actually knew about mundane things. Though she had to give it to him, chances were high that neither of her brothers would be able explain the intricacies of an extended skin care routine if she put a gun against their heads. Not that this stuff was life threatening.
So Y/N bit back the ugly part of herself that wanted to laugh at his loss of knowledge (and was ashamed of it a great deal), and instead sat down on the ground with crossed legs. From there, she pulled each item from the pile and explained what it was used for or how it should work. On multiple occasions, Y/N opened a lid and let Jack touch the lotion to get a feel for the texture or held it up for him to smell.
Jack soaked up all her careful explanations like a dry sponge and nodded along attentively. He pushed questions of his own in between such as "is that supposed to feel like water? It's so smooth and cold but thicker."
Which either sent Y/N into a fit of giggles or an existential crisis when his remarks got a little too philosophical ("why do you have to use so many products to keep up a natural look as you just described? I thought natural meant that it's the default for the human body and not something that takes hours of preparation." "Society is a bitch like that sometimes." "I do not understand." "Let's have it stay that way.")
An album played through later, they were ready to apply the first face mask.
Y/N put it on Jack first, using a wide brush to spread it evenly. His lips curled into a smile under the feathery touch. "It tickles."
"Tell me if it starts feeling bad, alright?" She said because she had some nasty experiences with allergic reactions.
Jack merely nodded and closed his eyes. "It's cold. Like if I put my face into water and let it dry. Only that the drying takes longer."
When she was done with him - Jack's skin was now coated in a baby blue layer of cream which made him look younger than his body and mind suggested, and a little ridiculous (but that was the point of this, wasn't it?) - she handed the brush over to him. "Now me."
Jack took it from her hand and carefully dipped it into the container. With the sticky goo applied to it, he let it hover over her face for a moment. "And I just spread it on your skin?"
"Just like I did with you," Y/N said softly and leaned forward to encourage him.
It took another second of nervous hovering before Jack brushed the mask on. He was slow with it, his brows pulled together in concentration as his eyes followed the line of the brush carefully.
It tickled. Y/N laughed quietly and barely resisted the urge to lean into him even more. "You're doing great."
"It's soothing," Jack said and moved on to her forehead, "the repetition of the movement. Feels a bit like painting but the canvas is on your skin."
"Right." She had never thought of it that way before but it made sense.
Silence fell over them after that while Jack was making sure that every part of her face was meticulously covered with the face mask. Y/N could have stayed there all day and let him draw the brush over her skin.
She opened her eyes once she felt him lean back.
"All done." Jack held out the brush for her to take back and she placed it on the nightstand where a towel was waiting for dirtied hands or tools. "What now?"
"Now we let the masks soak in," Y/N said and scooted up until she was leaning against his bedframe, "and then, we'll paint each other's nails."
Jack nodded and moved up beside her. Their shoulders bumped as he pulled up his knees. "Can I have mine green?"
"Sure thing!"
Twenty minutes flew by without either of them noticing. The only reminder was the timer Y/N had set for them to wash off the face masks and it startled both of them.
Jack came back from the bathroom with a rosy face and a smile on his lips that felt like the first few sunbeams on a good day. Y/N just had to smile back, warmth spreading in her chest.
"Who first?" She held up two tiny bottles of nail polish, one forest green, the other pastel orange.
"Me? I don't know how to do this either."
Y/N shrugged and crossed her legs. "It's okay. Here, give me your hand."
Jack did as she asked, his fingers warm in hers. After a moment of consideration, Y/N pulled his hand down on the side of her knee as a make shift table.
Then, she unscrewed the nail polish and handed the bottle over to Jack. "This will feel a little cold at first. Try not to touch it, the polish needs to dry first."
"Okay." Jack nodded and held the bottle tightly with his free hand.
After another quick glance upwards, Y/N leaned over his fingers and started painting carefully. Jack's nails were well kept but short so it was pretty easy to apply the polish, even when she hadn't been the best at keeping her hand steady.
Jack was humming along to the song in the background while Y/N moved from one finger to the next.
When she was finished, she patted his wrist once. "You like it?"
"Yes, thank you," Jack said after inspecting them with awe. "Can I do yours now or should I wait until it's dry?"
"We can try now." Y/N unscrewed the orange nail polish for him (as that was the part that almost always messed up her own nails) and handed him the brush this time.
Jack took it gingerly and patted his own knee. "Can you put your hand here, please?"
That was it. He was trying to kill her. No one could possibly be so sweet.
And because Y/N was pretty fine with that, she did as Jack had asked.
He picked up her thumb and turned it for better access before applying the polish.
As with the face mask, Jack was careful with every new stroke, making sure not to let a drop get where it wasn't supposed to be. Y/N was positively melting.
Her nails took about double the time than did his but Y/N was fine with it. Especially when Jack looked up with a proud smile, and leaned back to crack his back from sitting hunched over. "That was fun! The polish has a different feel to it, almost like water when I used too much."
"Yeah, nail polish is tricky," Y/N agreed and held her hands in the air. "They take some time to dry now, let's lay down."
And they did just that. Jack spread out on his back, hands hovering over his face as he inspected them. Y/N wanted to lean over and kiss his cheek.
Instead of that, she only moved herself until she could put her head on Jack's stomach. From there, she could look up and at his nails too. "The colour suits you."
"Thank you. Yours too," he said.
Y/N grinned. "Thanks."
The music played on in the background as they waited for their nails to dry. The steady up and down of his breathing was hypnotising so Y/N started a lazy conversation to keep them awake.
Still, by the time Sam and Dean came back, they were fast asleep, curled in on each other with their hands resting on Jack's stomach, nails up and not touching anything. Sam took pictures while Dean was complaining about his little sister's virtue.
Y/N heard the tail end of it but for once was too sleepy to call him out. It felt far too good to be in Jack's lax embrace, feel his slow heartbeat under hear ear. She was back asleep in seconds.
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Lost Twin (Jack Kline X Twin!Sister!Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Jack Kline X Twin!Sister!Reader
Universe: Supernatural
Warnings: Mild violence
Request: Sup! Can you do a Jack x reader where team free will finds out that jacks mother had twins, and the reader was stolen at birth but has now come back to kill the gang. (Maybe a lil chase scene lol) But she doesn't do it because Castiel want to adopt her like he did jack? THANX!!!
Tensions in the Bunker had finally started to simmer down. Dean calmed down and stopped trying to get Jack out and away from him, much to the thanks of Sam and Castiel forcing everyone to sit down and actually talk everything over, and finally everything seemed to blow over. Still there was trouble in the world, Sam and Dean still hunted, Jack and Castiel had to look out for Lucifer and those in Heaven wanting Jack dead… but there was something else. Jack was still discovering himself, trying to figure out who he was, how he fit into this world, and process everything around him.
Sometimes Jack would sit quietly by himself, or drift off seemingly in deep thought, like he had something on his mind. They’d all seen him like this on multiple occasions, and they could all identified what that look on his face reminded them off. He looked lost. Like he was missing something, and he was trying his hardest to figure out what it was. Eventually, Castiel asked Sam confront him on this.
“Jack? Are you okay?” Sam asked, knocking on the already open door to Jack’s room, seeing the boy sat on the edge of his bed. Jack looked up at him.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” He brushed off.
“No offence, but you’re a terrible liar Jack. We’ve all noticed something is up.” Sam pointed out, coming and sitting beside the young man, who seemingly admitted this as he got that distant look again right in front of Sam. “What is it?” He asked.
“I…I don’t know… I feel like I’m missing something. Something’s missing, almost like… a part of me is missing.” He tried to explain to Sam. “But I don’t know what.”
“Could it be… your mom? It might be grief or even separation anxiety from not having her around.” Sam suggested, but Jack shook his head.
“It’s not that. This is different. It feels similar to it, but this is different… I keep thinking about right after I was born… it’s all a little hazy still, I don’t really remember it… but I remember this brief moment of feeling safe… and then feeling cold. Alone. Like I wasn’t alone, but then I was. Something was taken away from me.” He explained.
“So it feels like grief, but not for your mom? But similar?” Sam asked, and Jack nodded. Sam thought on what this could be. Had the angels managed to do something to him before he could fight back? Something that didn’t make him whole, like how he had been soulless? However, a more glaring option was staring at him. He knew that feeling. He’d felt it the many times he believed Dean to be dead for good.
“… What if you’re a twin?”
The pair went to the others to tell them about Jack’s feelings, and Sam’s hypothesis. At first Dean didn’t believe it for one second, but Sam insisted that they at least look into it and rule it out. If Jack did have a twin- what happened to them? Did they not survive the birth? Did the angels get to them? Or did something else happen? Castiel promised he’d go searching for any proof or any leads to follow, before leaving the three.
Two days later, the suspicion was confirmed, but not by Castiel. Oh no. You showed up at their front door. Armed.
Jack was the first to realise something was up. He could feel he wasn’t the only supernatural being in the bunker anymore, and he knew it wasn’t Castiel. His eyes opened as he laid in bed, and he immediately knew whoever it was, wasn’t invited. He got up out of bed, and cautiously walked down the hallway, being as quiet as he could, heading to the nearest Winchester’s room, knocking and letting himself in, finding a grumbling Dean, poking his head up to look at him. “What are you doing?”
“Someone’s in the bunker” Was all he had to say in a hushed tone, and Dean was out of bed, grabbing his gun and the pair left his room into the hallway, and they crept down, Dean leading the way, before they reached Sam’s door.
“Get Sammy, I’ll check ahead.” Dean told Jack, who nodded and quietly let himself into the room, checking behind him to see Dean head down the dim hallway, before looking back at Sam, who was still asleep in bed. He moved quickly to shake Sam awake, who responded quicker than his older brother, looking up at Jack, and immediately grasping that something was wrong, and grabbed his gun, and went to join his brother in the hallway to investigate. As he and Sam came to the end of the hallway, they heard a gunshot, and then a thud further ahead. The pair rushed forward, forgetting any ideas on bring discreet to see what had happened, stumbling into the main area of the bunker, finding Dean crumbled against a wall, and in the centre of the room… you.
Your appearance was nothing but dishevelled and dirty like a neglected child, your hair messy, light bags under your eyes, and your clothes didn’t seem to fit you, as if you’d picked the first things you saw in a second hand shop and it all happened to be oversized. In fact, the clothes all seemed to want to fit an older man, and the bruising on your knuckles, the combat knife and the light splashes of blood and still drying mud on the clothes told the three that not ago, they had. However, there was something else deeply evident to everyone in the room. You’d thrown Dean across the room, seemingly not being damaged by his bullet, and you had an aura around you that was noticeably familiar for the brothers, as it was the same aura given off by angels, and notably, Jack.
You turned your head to look at the two new people in the room, and your eyes met Jack’s, and for a moment you stared at each other. Jack immediately knew that without a doubt, you were his twin sister. His twin that was taken from him just moments after your births, and it was clear that whoever took you or whatever happened, wasn’t good. While he’d been given good influences and people to look after him, it was clear you had the opposite, and he had no doubt what you were here to do, and while it pained Jack to do it, he knew he had to protect the brothers from you, and instantly it became a race of who could land the first hit, and Jack luckily was a split second quicker than you, able to throw you down the hallway you’d come from, giving Sam time to run over to Dean, helping him up and the pair took off deeper into the bunker. Dean turned to call for Jack, who had stopped to watch you slowly get up, before turning and following after the brothers.
“What do we do?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know. Do you think you could take her on?” Dean asked.
“No.” Jack immediately answered. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he knew. You were stronger than him. Maybe it was because he knew someone had ordered you to do this, and therefor had probably given you some sort of training, training he hadn’t had, or maybe it was your rough exterior, not afraid to do the dirty work and just do what was needed, or just… you were a shell of a person, any emotions locked away. No intention to hesitate to spare the brothers, or him for that matter. “But… I can try and give us time.” Jack commented, more to himself than the brothers who continued down the hall to head to the garage to try and get away, not noticing that Jack had stopped, turning back in your direction, and started heading back, soon coming face to face with you in the narrow hallway. You both stopped with a good amount of space still betweeny you. He didn’t know what to say to you. Would you even listen?
“Get out of my way” You spoke up first, a growl in your voice. Jack decided to ignore this order.
“What’s your name?” He asked. You glared back at him, seemingly not amused. “I’m Jack. I’m your twin- I want to know my sister’s name. Please? I never got to get to know you, you were took away from me…” He begged. Your intense glare softened, and then disappeared, a sort of sad look on your face as you started to avoid his eye contact.
“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” You told him with some hesitance. “...What’s your name?”
“Jack.” He told you, a faint smile on his face, relieved that he was in some way getting through to you. “I don’t remember what happened- what happened to you, but I felt it. I felt it when they took you away, when they separated us.” He explained. “Did you feel it too? The feeling that you were missing something? Someone?” He asked.
“It felt like I was lost.” You confirmed. Jack smiled. You’d felt it too. That was good, right? You’ll not want to find your brother, right? He thought so, until you looked up at him again, and swung the blade in your hand to hold it better, and took a step towards him. “But I’ll adapt.”
“No you won’t.” The new voice startled both Jack and yourself, Jack, because he knew who the voice belonged to, and you, because the voice came right over your shoulder, before arms wrapped around you, locking you in place, unable to fight back.
“Don’t hurt her!” Jack panicked, not wanting Castiel to hurt you, or worse, kill you, even as you thrashed against him. Castiel looked ahead at his adoptive son with a look that gave him some comfort, projecting a silent promise that he had no intention of doing so.
“Y/N, I can’t let you hurt anyone, but I want to help you.” Castiel spoke to you, even as you continued to fight back, though Castiel held you tightly still.
“Please, Y/N. Please work with us.” Jack begged, glancing behind himself, hoping the brothers weren’t returning just yet, knowing that from what they’ve already experienced and your current situation, they’d shoot first and ask questions later. “The only other alternative is you dying, and I don’t want to lose you again.” Jack begged, stepping closer till his was also holding onto you. You slowly stopped fighting back, and looked at him. Jack relaxed a little, though Castiel still had a grip on you incase you changed your mind.
“What happened to you? Who took you?” Cas asked. You didn’t answer him. Jack reached out, gently taking your arm that was holding the knife, and pried it with little resistance from your grip, and examined it, noticing some symbols on the handle and blade, before tucking it into his pocket.
“The world wants us either dead or to be their weapon… but the Winchesters don’t. They want to help, they only want us to do the right thing. Castiel helped me- he keeps me safe, he can help you too!” Jack insisted. You looked behind you at Castiel, who slowly softened his grip.
“I promise I’ll be there for you too. If the people who got you hurt you, I will help you hunt them down for what they did.” He promised. You looked down at the floor, and after another moment, Cas let you go. You didn’t run, and you didn’t fight, submitting defeat, and with that, Jack stepped forward to hug you as tight as he could.
“Everything good now?” Dean’s voice broke the moment, you turning startled to look at him and Sam, coming back down the hallway. Dean didn’t look exactly pleased, still clearly in pain and holding his ribs, but his gun was put away, and so was Sam’s.
“Yeah… but I still have a question Y/N needs to answer. Who took you after you were born?” Castiel asked you.
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~Masterlist~
(last updated 10/22/22)
Hello, I’m Ruby! I’m a 23 y/o plus sized gal who likes to write steamy stories that mostly star my current obsessions *cough* Sebastian Stan & Chris Evens *cough* I often write PlusSize!Reader fics bc curvy babes are gorgeous, gorgeous, girls<3 Currently I’ve been on a dark!fic kick so keep that in mind if u don’t like those topics. Warnings are listed for each fic. Please feel free to talk to me or send me a request, if you want to know if I write for a certain character, just ask! I always appreciate feedback so plz comment, like, reblog, send me a hand written review-or all of the above! I cross-post on my AO3 Ruby_Nation but my works should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.
🥵 = smut 😈 = dark fic 🥰 = fluff 😭 = angst
Steve Rogers (MCU)
Happy Birthday Mr. America (Drabble) 🥵
Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader
A steamy drabble in honor of Chris Evans’ 41st B-day!
The Best Part of Waking Up (One Shot) 🥵
PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! Reader
His boss may not be a morning person, but it’s up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things don’t exactly go the way he expects, though.
Bucky Barnes (MCU) /Sebastian Stan
Hard To Handle (One Shot, rpf) 😈 🥵
Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!Handler!Reader
You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.
When Words Fail (One Shot) 😭 🥰 🥵ish
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Who said running away from your problems couldn’t solve them? Well, Bucky sure didn’t seem to appreciate it.
Sleeping With A Friend (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭
Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader
When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.
Wanna Be Yours (One Shot?) 🥰 😭
Sugar baby!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader
You don’t have a problem letting Bucky see other people, but Bucky wants to tell you that you’re all he wants.
Touch Me (Drabble) 😭
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Random angsty late night drabble
Moon Knight Boys (MCU)
I Saw Him Standing There (In Progress Series) *Hiatus*
Marc Spector x reader, eventual Steven Grant x reader
Marc Spector has become somewhat of a regular at your (very legitimate and not at all illegal) business-much to his chagrin. When three months roll by with no word from your grumpy “friend” you decide to search him out. What you discover has you baffled.
Series Masterlist
Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Actions Have Consequences (Drabble) 😈 😭
Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you don’t listen to his rules.
Front Row Seat (One Shot) 😈 🥵 😭
Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size!Reader
Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.
Put On The Costume (Drabble) 😭 😈
Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Late night angsty drabble 💍
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
What’s In A Name? (One Shot) 😭 🥰
Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader
You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.
So You Want To Tango? (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭
Stepbro!Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Plus Size!Reader
All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.
Castiel Novak (Supernatural)
Kiddo (Modern Day AU Completed Series) 🥰 😭 🥵
Older Bro’s Best Friend!Castiel x College Student!Reader
What can a girl do when the guy she’s loved since middle school still calls her “Kiddo”? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks can change everything
Pt.1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3 🥵
Jack Kline (Supernatural)
Baking With The Devil’s Son (One Shot) 🥰
Jack Kline x Reader Platonic Relationship
It’s Jack’s birthday and you’re gonna make sure it’s a celebration to remember! Which means you get to deal with baking the cake. Jack does have some concerns about your expertise, though. (For @squirrel-moose-winchester Crack Fic Challenge. My prompt was ‘Jack Asks Questions’)
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instead of us, only i remain.
Pairing: Jack Kline x Gender Neutral!Reader (can be read as platonic or pining best friends)
Genre: Angst, fluff (only in flashbacks)
Warnings: Major character death (Jack is dead in this whole fic), there are a lot of flashbacks, a bit of bitterness towards the Winchesters, also the bold italics sentences are the lyrics, set after Jack's death in S14, but before his resurrection in S15
Summary: After Jack's death by God, Y/N struggles to deal with the memories of Jack that resurface in the bunker.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first Supernatural fic! This is based on the song Winter Falls by Stray Kids, so feel free to listen while you read. My requests are open, just read my rules first, please!
Watching Chuck, God, burn the life out of your best friend had easily become the worst thing that had ever happened to you. Yes, you had been with the Winchesters, friends who were like brothers to you, through multiple apocalypses and tragedies, but watching the sweet boy you'd grown to love die hurt you more than you could've ever realized.
But now you do realize. You realize as you stand in Jack's room filled with memories the two of you shared during his short life. From your place right in the door frame, you can see the books you bought him the first week Sam and Dean brought him home.
I am still standing in the same place reminiscing about our old days.
"Hi, Jack!" You wanted to make a good impression on the kid, not only because he was Lucifer's son and could go rogue at any moment, but also because... so far, he seemed to just be a sweet, albeit confused, person.
"Hello, Y/N. What's in the bag?" Jack asked you, curious because you never seemed to come into his room, rather always catching up with him in the kitchen or library.
"Okay, so, I was at the bookstore and I wanted to bring you back something, and then I realized you've probably never read a book. So, I got you a couple!"
A couple was the understatement of the year. Another reason Jack had even asked you what was in your bag was because he could see your arm shaking with the weight of the filled tote bag. There was, at minimum, 10 books in the bag that you brought to him.
"Thank you, Y/N! You're right, I've never read a book. Which one should I read first?" Jack asked as you laid out all of the books you had purchased onto his desk.
"Well, probably the classics first. These," you gestured towards a stack of about 5 books, "are books most people have read and enjoyed throughout, like, centuries. So these are Little Women, Pride & Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, and a couple others I've never read. Those are what a lot of these newer ones are based off of, generally."
As you looked around Jack's room you got a sense of emptiness with the lack of personal items he owned, or more importantly, the lack of interaction he generally had with others. With how Jack was literally beaming at you, you could tell how happy you were making him by bringing him these books you enjoyed and thinking about him while you went to the store.
"Thank you, Y/N! I can't wait to read them all!" Jack pulled you into a tight, uncomfortably tight actually, hug and you smiled, hugging him back.
As you pulled away, you made an offer to him.
"Sam and I used to read books together, just in the same room to keep each other company or talk about what we were reading. Do you wanna read with me?"
When Jack nodded enthusiastically, that began the journey of your closest friendship.
When tears started welling up in your eye, with your nose burning, you closed Jack's door as you left the room. Sitting here thinking about the boy that had become your best friend in such a short span of time was something you didn't think you were ready for.
Passing Sam as you rounded the corner into the library, he saw your tears and heard your sniffles. "Y/N... I'm so sorry. I'm here for you, so is Dean, anytime you want."
Although you were still incredibly angry with both of the Winchesters for attempting to lock Jack in the Malak box, without even telling you, might you mention, you still appreciated the way that Sam was trying to be there for you.
"Thanks, Sammy. I'm, uh, I just... can't seem to stop, you know? My mind's running a mile a minute, I feel so jumpy, like there's something I should be doing to get him back."
"I get it. Even though the literal God killed him, we've cheated death so many times, it feels like we owe it to him to try. But there's nothing we can do, Y/N, the only person as powerful as Chuck is Amara, and well, Jack." You could tell Sam was trying to console you, make you realize that the anxiety you felt about being idle was useless, but in actuality it was making you feel like shit.
"Right. Well, I'm just gonna sit and watch a movie to keep my mind off things." You said with a heaving sigh. With that, Sam gently smiled at you and kept walking his original route to do Chuck knows what while Jack sat and rotted in the Empty.
As you plopped on the big leather couch, you were reminded of the first time Jack ever watched a movie.
"Y/N, what is "The Hulk?" Jack asked with his eyebrows upturned, the same habit you had gotten used to while hanging out with him as much as you did.
"He's a superhero from a comic book-turned-movie series. He's this brilliant scientist but he turns into a big green giant with anger issues." You explained to him patiently, as by now, you'd gotten hundreds of questions from the boy about pop culture, music, science, and other things. Although sometimes the Winchesters took the time to explain, you were the one who ultimately showed Jack the answers to his questions.
"Do you wanna watch the movies he's in with me? It's called the Avengers." You asked him, already getting up to find the DVD collection you had of the Marvel series.
"Yes, that would be awesome, Y/N. Thank you."
You two sat a normal distance apart while binging a couple Marvel movies that night, but by the time you were falling asleep, you were lying in his lap, with his fingers gently massaging your scalp. Jack had a touch of gentleness when it came to you, you could see it, hell, everyone could see it.
As your eyes began closing, you had to ask, even with the sleepiness in your voice. "Jack, why do you treat me differently than everyone else?"
Jack looked down at you in his lap and smiled. "Because you treat me differently than everyone else does. You're my best friend, at least that's the conclusion I've come to. I like being around you, your energy always seems to... make me feel warm. Like when it was snowing and you bought me a winter coat. You're kind to me, more than anyone else. You make me feel human."
With a sigh, you got up from the couch and went to lie in your own bed. This was the only place memories of Jack didn't seem to plague you, as Dean yelled at him rather loudly when he tried to enter your room. Something about your "purity" or whatever the hell he wanted to hate Jack for that day.
Looking at your wall clock, you saw the time was 09:14 PM.
Days shorter, nights longer; Freeze, melt, repeat.
It seemed like each day without Jack lasted a single minute, you saw Sam once, you saw Dean every now and then, you'd remember things you now want to forget, then retreat to your room. The same cycle every. single. day. Then in your room, the passage of time seemed to slow to a standstill, the times when you were alone was when you could let go, and sob your lungs out, remembering a warmth and a care you'd never felt before Jack and never will feel again.
Jack wasn't your first "best friend," but he certainly changed the definition for you. He seemed to literally feel when your emotions would change, the first time you met him, you were anxious and he immediately smiled at you. Jack was incredibly perceptive, always calming you.
We were holding hands... back then it was a warm winter everything was beautiful.
Winter was always your least favorite season. The snow dampened the sounds of the world, made you cold, and made the world that much harder to bear. You hated being cold, everyone who knew you knew that much.
This was Jack's first winter and he watched the snow trickle down from inside the backseat of the Impala on the way back from a hunt that you, him, Sam, Dean, and Cas had all done together. You two and Cas were all crammed in the backseat, and his head rested on your shoulder.
"You keep shivering, Y/N. Are you cold?" Jack asked, shifting his head to look at the side of your face.
"Yeah. It's really cold in here. I hate the winter because of it." You miserably told him, with your teeth chattering, despite the fact that everyone else seemed perfectly warm in the car.
"I can hold your hand, if you want. I saw in a movie once that it made people warmer." Jack told you from his place on your shoulder. His innocence made you beam so widely, he was honestly a bit surprised and confused at why you were smiling.
Honestly, Jack didn't really seem to understand that was more of a romantic aspect to fiction. But you were already a bit more warmed at the fact he even cared enough to hold your hand, despite the fact he's not really initiated much physical contact with people other than you and Cas.
"Sure, Jack. I'd like that."
"When we get home, we can drink hot chocolate and eat soup. That was in a few of the books you gave me."
"That'd be great, Jack. Hell, you might just make me like winter if you keep up with this."
You two held hands for hours on that drive back to Lebanon. By the time Cas woke you up, you noticed you had taken off your coat in your sleep anyway. It seems you were warm enough with Jack.
You didn't think you could keep sewing yourself back together just for the seams to keep coming loose at night. Every night you were weeping into your pillows, Jack's pillows, that you had taken off of his bed. At first, you even slept in his room like you were just waiting for him to come back after a hunt with Cas.
Cas, who before he left, came to your room and told you that you could always call him or pray to him, and he would be there for you.
Even though he had tears in his own eyes, Cas reached down and wiped yours and looked into your eyes.
"Y/N... you made Jack so happy while he was alive, I could see it, I could see how brightly his soul shone when you made him laugh or showed him a song. He appreciated how loved you made him well, and I appreciated it as well. You know... you can always pray to me, call me, and I will come. Or one day, you can come with me, too. Thank you for making Jack's life bright in the moments it was too dark for me to guide him."
You knew Cas to be a man of few emotional words when you first met. He had grown over the years, becoming more sweet, more caring, more human. And with Jack, he had become something like a father, a bit different than it was with Claire. You knew that you caring about Jack had warmed his heart and made him even fonder of you.
But he didn't know how much that made you fond of him.
"Cassie, you know... Jack is, fuck, I mean... Jack was the kindest person I have ever met, with or without his soul. And that is largely due to you, I saw so much of him in you. So much of how you were when we first met and yet, so much of you now. Looking at you, sometimes, all I can see is him," You said, looking down at your hands.
"His curiosity at a world he hadn't yet integrated fully into, at things he didn't understand, but his tenderness at it too. Thank you for everything. I understand why you're leaving, and I wanna tell you, too, that I am one, single, call away. I will always be here for you, so will this bunker. Fuck what anyone says." You finished, finally looking back up at Cas and pulling him into a tight hug, not unlike hugs you'd given each other in the past.
"Goodbye, Y/N."
With Jack's death came another loss you saw coming almost immediately. Cas being gone was something you had dealt with many times with his numerous depatures, but it felt different this time. He wasn't dead, or taken, or on a hunt, or running from something. Cas left for a reason, a reason which you can't refute.
You can't say you were in disagreement with his leaving, you were thinking of the same. But what would you do? Where would you go? You couldn't leave Sam and Dean, even though they were complete asses to Jack, they'd always taken care of you and you were infinitely grateful.
But... after all these years, maybe it was time to go. After Jack, you don't think you could stay with them anymore, this was harder than they thought it was. Maybe you could honestly go with Cas, you always seemed to click well.
So you wrote a note.
To Sammy and D...
I'm sorry to leave without talking to you first. Honestly I think we've probably talked enough for you to get why I'm leaving. Sam, I know you hear me crying at night, I know why you make me chamomile tea every morning.
And Dean, I know you try to make things as normal for me as possible. But the truth is, none of this is normal anymore without Jack. So, I'm leaving, I'm going with Cas. I'll be safe, not reckless, and I'm keeping our angel safe, too, okay? Don't worry about us.
I love you both so much. Thank you for caring about me all these years, thank you for everything. Thank you for bringing Jack to the bunker and giving me the opportunity to meet him. Okay, my wrist hurts, I need to stop writing now.
Goodbye, my brothers. From, your Y/N.
After a few quick tears, you wiped your face and grabbed your friendship bracelet Jack had made you a few weeks before his death and slid it on.
"Cassie? Castiel? I'm packed, I'm ready to go." You prayed to your angel, with your backpack on and a machete in hand.
Cas quickly appeared, another gentle smile on the seraph's face.
"Okay, let's go."
I'm okay now. Yeah, I'll be okay.
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The Master List (hi)
Master List:
Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah. (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)
So basic rules,
If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor
No incest
I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships
I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)
If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)
Please specify pronouns when requesting
Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer
Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules
Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for
It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)
Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace
Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Wealey, George Weasley, Tom Riddle
Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)
South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger
Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus,
Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye
The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers
The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya
Idk how any of this works but uh have fun
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Because I wanna spread the "we need more Belphagor" message, how about something with him? Platonic or romantic is your choice but we need more content for him bc he's so :))))
on the verge of a fever
belphegor x fem!reader
word count: 2.7k
warning: the way his character appears in the show has been changed for the purposes of this story; basically, here god is not trying to ruin the whole world, mention of drinking alcohol
summary: Ever wondered if Hell hosts Monopoly nights?
a/n: belphagor is my spirit animal. when you text me, it's the person who writes you back lmao my profile currently looks like a fan club of your requests, but it's not my fault that my obsession with this series is back and you're the only one with ideas related to it. i hope you enjoy it!!<33
pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for
gif is not mine, credit to the owner
Guiding Sam and Dean towards the bunk stairs, you couldn't help but notice the genuine concern etched on Sam's face. He leaned in, his tone brimming with sincere care, and gently reminded you, “You know, if you ever need a hand, just remember that Castiel is just a phone call away.”
This morning's awakening had thrown you a curveball. At first, you brushed off the strange sensations coursing through your body, thinking they were caused by the aging mattress beneath you. Yet, with each passing moment, that peculiar feeling escalated into something far more troubling. It clung to you like an insistent itch, impossible to ignore, casting an unsettling shadow over your day.
Now, wrapped snugly in the comforting cocoon of your soft, pink blanket, you found yourself ensnared in the relentless grip of a fever. Your body radiated heat, and every movement became a battle against the oppressive weight of illness. The sole lifeline keeping you tethered to the realm of the living was the medication within easy reach.
Summoning a faint smile, you struggled to reassure Sam, who always kept a watchful eye, despite the fatigue evident in your voice. “I'll handle it,” you whispered, your words carrying a hint of exhaustion.
Trying to make the serious mood a bit lighter, you couldn't resist adding a touch of playful sarcasm. “Well, maybe you should head out before your God buddy decides it's time to disappear once again.”
After saying goodbye to the Winchesters, you headed back to your bed. You didn't want to bother Castiel with your problems; you knew he had more important things to worry about than a grown-up hunter catching a simple cold.
As you entered your room, you couldn't help but grumble to yourself. Why did it seem like Sam and Dean never got sick? You were used to risking your life to hunt supernatural creatures, and now, on top of that, you had to deal with a fever. It just didn't seem fair. You plopped down on the edge of your bed, feeling frustrated. This illness was not only physically uncomfortable but also a reminder that even tough hunters like you had to face everyday human struggles.
Ridiculous, you thought.
You took a quick look on the mirror standing in the corner, then let out a sigh of annoyance and laid down on your bed, giving in to a sense of resignation. You didn't even notice when you drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, you slowly opened your eyes, hoping to find some relief from the persistent illness that had plagued you. However, as your vision cleared, you realized that you felt even worse than before. It was as if the fever had intensified during your restless slumber, wrapping you in a suffocating embrace.
With a groan of discomfort, you pushed yourself upright, your head pounding with every movement. The room seemed dimmer, and the last rays of daylight coming from the corridor appeared harsh and unforgiving. Your throat was parched, and your limbs felt heavy as if they were made of lead.
Casting a rueful glance at the clock, you realized that time had slipped away during your troubled nap. It was as though the fever had stolen not only your strength but also precious hours from your day.
You came close to grabbing your phone and calling Castiel, but you resisted, refusing to give in to a moment of vulnerability – or so you tried to convince yourself.
Struggling considerably, you managed to shift your legs off the bed and, with an effort that would make an elderly man with mobility issues proud, you stood up. Your own sigh of discomfort mirrored the sound one might expect from someone in such a situation. You briefly caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, mentally noting how pitiful you appeared, before making your way into the hallway, your feet dragging wearily behind you.
The bunker had settled into an eerie quietness, broken only by the weighty sound of your footsteps. As you made your way into the main room, your initial plan to head to the opposite corridor was interrupted by an abrupt rustling in a dimly lit corner of the space.
Your tired eyes strained to identify the source of this disturbance. Could it be a mere product of your fevered imagination? You wouldn't be surprised if your illness had started playing tricks on your mind. After all, nobody else was supposed to be allowed in the vast bunker.
And then, right there, bathed in the soft, muted glow of the bunker's emergency lighting, stood a figure you never anticipated encountering. Your heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat, and your fever-addled brain could only muster one thought; Jack. Why was he here? What was happening? Wasn't he...?
“Jack?” you questioned hesitantly, your gaze darting around the room in search of some evidence that you were still ensnared in a dream.
The figure before you smirked. It wasn't the gentle, innocent smile of Jack. It was something darker, more twisted. Your fevered mind raced to find an explanation. Maybe it was the fever. Yes, that had to be it. You were conjuring this surreal scene in your delirium.
“Hello,” greeted the boy, lifting his right hand in a welcoming gesture, mirroring the way Jack used to.
Confusion knitted your brows as you unconsciously took a cautious step toward this familiar-looking stranger, clutching your blanket tightly around you. Your scrutiny intensified as you examined him closely. The person before you was dressed in the same attire as the last time you saw Jack, but it couldn't possibly be him. Jack Kline had met his demise, so why was he standing before you now?
Your gaze wandered to the sunglasses perched on the boy's face, and you couldn't help but shake your head with a hint of amusement. You swiftly turned away, fully convinced that your need for medication was far more pressing than entertaining these unsettling hallucinations. As you made your determined exit, you could almost hear a faint chuckle from behind you.
“Leaving so soon? And here I was, hoping for some company,” the boy, or rather, the entity inhabiting the boy's body, remarked with a sly grin, his voice dripping with faux disappointment. His sunglasses hid the fiery void that should have been his eyes, concealing his true nature as he attempted to blend in.
You paused, feeling an inexplicable mix of curiosity and unease. There was something off about this whole situation, and it wasn't just the fact that you were conversing with someone who looked like Jack but couldn't possibly be him. The aura this stranger exuded was friendly yet laced with an unsettling undercurrent of something more sinister.
“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to maintain composure.
The boy's smile widened, revealing a veneer of friendliness that barely concealed his sadistic amusement. “Oh, I was getting dreadfully bored down in Hell. Thought I'd stretch my legs, so to speak.”
His casual tone and the way he spoke about Hell as if it were a mundane inconvenience sent a shiver down your spine. This was no ordinary encounter, and you couldn't help but wonder if your fever had conjured up this bizarre scenario.
“I'm Belphegor,” the demon chimed in, noting your dubious expression. “Just a temporary tenant, you know? This body was basically vacant real estate, so I thought, 'Why not?' I mean, squatters' rights and all,” he quipped, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if discussing his choice of a new apartment. His grin remained as inscrutable as ever, a blend of friendly and utterly unsettling.
You couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow at the demon's cavalier attitude. This was a new low, even for the world you lived in.
“Squatters' rights, huh?” you muttered, not sure whether to be amused or deeply disturbed by his casual demeanor. “Well, congratulations on your, uh, new accommodations.”
Belphegor chuckled, the sound a disconcerting blend of mirth and something far more alarming. “Thanks, I think it suits me. But, you know, I'm not all that bad once you get to know me,” he added with a wicked grin, as if trying to convince you that sharing a body with a demon was just a quirky and harmless coincidence.
Your instincts told you otherwise, and you couldn't help but wonder how deeply the Winchesters were embroiled in whatever bizarre deal this demon had cooked up.
“So, um,” you began, feeling a little like you were fumbling through a conversation with a distant relative you'd rather not acknowledge at a family reunion. The situation was beyond awkward, standing there face-to-face with a demon who had chosen to squat in a body you knew all too well. “Care for a drink?”
If you could, you would have rolled your eyes right then and there, but you had to maintain some semblance of composure. You knew you should be taking action, maybe calling the brothers or attempting to exorcise Belphegor, but your phone was conveniently left behind in your room, and it seemed that the universe had a thing against including demon-killing pockets in your pajamas.
Belphegor's lips curved into a wicked smile, his amusement clear despite the sunglasses concealing his eyes. “Well, aren't you the hospitable one,” he quipped, as if being invited for a drink by the friend of his borrowed body was a regular occurrence.
You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. “I figure if I can't beat the demon, I might as well join it for a drink,” you replied with a wry grin, attempting to keep things light, even though your mind was racing with thoughts of what to do next.
As you both made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking on thin ice, navigating a situation that seemed to defy all logic. Sharing a drink with a demon in your pajamas was definitely not how you had planned to spend your day, but sometimes, but sometimes you had to improvise.
Entering the kitchen, you were determined to play it cool, all the while keeping a close eye on the boy. You grabbed a bottle of Dean's favorite liquor from the cabinet, figuring that if this was going to be a bizarre demon rendezvous, you might as well make it a memorable one.
“Here's to unexpected company,” you said with a somewhat forced cheerfulness as you poured two glasses, trying your best to hide the anxiety gnawing at your nerves.
Belphegor accepted the drink with a bemused nod, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To unlikely alliances,” he replied, his tone dripping with amusement.
While he was distracted with his drink, you seized the opportunity to grab a glass of water and discreetly pop a couple of fever-killing pills. You hoped that once the medication kicked in, the demon might just decide to take his leave, making this weird encounter nothing more than a fever-induced hallucination.
Sipping your water and pretending to engage in the odd conversation, you silently counted the minutes until the medication would hopefully bring some relief.
As the time passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was all too real. The fever medication had begun to work its magic, and you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, courtesy of the combination of drugs and alcohol. Your head was spinning like a top, and you realized that your attempt to blend in and have a normal conversation with a demon was spiraling into absurdity.
“So,” you slurred slightly, trying to focus your blurry gaze on Belphegor, “what's it like down there in Hell? I mean, besides the whole eternal torment thing. Do you guys have, like, a book club or a knitting circle to pass the time?”
Belphegor raised an eyebrow, his amusement evident even through those opaque sunglasses. “Well, it's not all fire and brimstone, you know,” he replied with a mock-serious tone, playing along with your bizarre line of questioning. “We do have our demon potlucks, and occasionally, a game night with some fiendishly fun board games.”
You couldn't help but giggle at the mental image of demons huddled around a Monopoly board in Hell. The combination of fever-induced delirium and the surrealness of the situation had turned the conversation into a comical farce.
“What's your favorite board game, then?” you asked, leaning in closer as if discussing board games with a demon was the most normal thing in the world.
Belphegor chuckled, his sinister amusement undiminished. “Twister,” he replied with a sly grin, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
Lost in the absurdity of your conversation with the demon, you paid little attention to the strange sounds echoing through the bunker. It was as if the very walls were whispering secrets, and you chalked it up to your fevered imagination playing tricks on you.
Belphegor was in the middle of describing a particularly demon version of a summer vacation when a sudden, unexpected voice pierced through the haze of your conversation.
“Y/N” Castiel's deep voice resonated through the kitchen, his sudden appearance causing you to jump so violently that you almost knocked over your glass.
You turned to see Castiel standing in the entrance to the kitchen, his blue eyes penetrating the sunglasses-clad Belphegor with a steely gaze. The demon's expression shifted from amusement to surprise as he realized the presence of an angel.
“Castiel!” you exclaimed, your heart racing as you struggled to regain your composure. “I, uh, didn't expect to see you here.”
Belphegor's amusement seemed to wane as he met Castiel's unwavering gaze. The room fell silent, and the atmosphere shifted from surreal absurdity to a tense standoff between angel and demon.
“What does this supposed to mean?” Castiel asked, his voice steady as he approached the countertop where you were seated, sliding a blade out of his sleeve.
You quickly rose from your seat, wanting to calm the situation. The absurdity of the situation, in which you, in a pink blanket, wanted to defend a demon who could kill you with a snap of your fingers, did not reach you.
“That's Belphegor,” you stammered, your voice wavering as confusion and uncertainty welled up. You realized you had no real justification for the demon's visit. “I-I have no idea why he's here, but he's... uh, he's cool.” Trying to defend the demon only earned you doubtful glances from both Castiel and Belphegor, making this already weird situation even more confusing.
“I've got an offer that might catch the Winchesters' attention,” the demon said as he stepped forward from behind you.
Castiel's expression darkened as he confronted the demon, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Taking Jack's body... this is desecration,” he hissed, his voice carrying the weight of his disapproval. The angel's gaze bore into Belphegor, as if willing him to understand the gravity of his actions.
You stepped in between the two, desperately trying to ease the mounting tension. “Look, I know this is... complicated,” you began, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of the situation. “But maybe Belphegor has something important. We should hear him out before we jump to conclusions.”
Belphegor, for his part, maintained his sly grin, unfazed by Castiel's anger. “I'm just a demon trying to make the best of my situation,” he chimed in, his tone almost cheerful. “Besides, the vessel was just sitting there, collecting dust. I thought it could use some fresh air, you know.”
Castiel clenched his jaw, clearly struggling to contain his frustration. “It's not about the vessel, it's about respect and dignity.”
Before Castiel could retort further, the kitchen door swung open, and Sam and Dean walked in. Their faces registered a mix of surprise and confusion as they took in the scene before them. The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the creak of the door.
“What's going on in here?” Dean finally asked, breaking the awkward standoff. His gaze shifted from you to Castiel and then to Belphegor, who was still wearing that boyish grin beneath those stupid sunglasses.
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Johnathon Ohnn(The Spot)
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Wake me up when September Ends
A Sam x reader fic based off of green days wake me up when September ends.
Synopsis: Sam is going through a depression bout after a hunt where a Jin reminds him of everyone he has lost. This puts Sam in a less than great mental state where he questions why he and his brother get to live when so many couldn't. Dean notices and asks Y/n to help his brother. Y/n is there to help listen and cheer him up with the help of jack.
Ships: jack kline x !mom! Reader
Dean x !platonic! Reader
Sam x reader
I'm going to try to write this sometime this week. If you are interested let me know and I can tag you.
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request?
hi guys i’m opening request for these following fandoms and the people:
The Walking Dead
Daryl Dixon 1
Rick Grimes 1
Negan Smith
Glenn Rhee
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Castiel
Jack Kline
Lucifer
Gabriel
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Derick Morgan
JJ
Arron Hotchner
Emily Prentiss
Penelope Garcia
Luke Alvez
Alex Blake
The Vampire Dairies
Damon Salvatore
Stefan Salvatore
Kai Parker
The Originals
Klaus Mikaelson (Both TVD or TO)
Elijah Mikaelson (TVD or TO)
Marcel Gerard
Rebekah Mikaelson (TVD or TO)
Divina Claire
Kol Mikaleson (TVD or TO)
Marvel
Steve Rogers
Thor
Natasha
Clint Barton
Peter Parker (Tom Holland
Perter Parker (Tobey Mcguire)
Peter parker (Andrew Garfeild)
Loki
Tony Stark
Buck Barnes
Wanda Maximoff
Stephen Strange
Vison
Harry potter/ Fantasic Beast
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger
Draco Malfoy
Siruis Black (harry potter and maruduer era)
Seamus Finnigan
Cedric Diggory 1
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Remus Lupin
Newt Scamander
Tina Goldstein
Theseus Scamander
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Johnathan Byers
Nancy Wheeler
Robin Buckley
Billy Hargrove
Eddie Munson
Alexei
OUAT
Regina Mills
Emma Swan
Charming
Snow white
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Belle
Graham
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Ruby Lucas
Tilly
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Felix
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Jefferson
August/ Pinocchio
Chicago Med
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Connor Rhodes
Ethan Choi
Crockett Marcel
April Sexton
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Chicago Fire
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Kelly Severide
Joe Cruz
Otis
Peter Mills
Stella Kidd
Gabby Dawson
Chicago PD
Jay Halstead
Adam Ruzek
Antonio Dawson
Sean Román
Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz
Erin Lindsey
Kim Burguss
Chicago One
Jay Halstead and Will Halstead x sibling
Kelly Severide x Platonic best friend
Kelly Severide x Sibling reader
Hermann x child reader
Gabby and Antonio x sibling reader
Hogwarts legacy
Ominis Gaunt
Sebastian Sallow
Garreth Weasley
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𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
description || you’re in trouble and when you pray to your boyfriend jack, he doesn’t hesitate to help you.
pairing || jack kline x fem!reader, dean winchester x daughter!reader, sam winchester x niece!reader, castiel x platonic!reader
warnings || angst, partying, alcohol, fluff at ending
word count || 1,458
a/n || literally had this idea at 3 am haha. feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
HIGH SCHOOL WAS something for you and it was definitely something when your family are supernatural hunters. Being Dean Winchester's daughter meant having the best protection from an angel, a nephilim, and of course, your father and uncle.
When you first met Jack, you felt a feeling that you have never felt with anyone else. At first, you thought it was anxiety or fear from the fact that Jack was Lucifer's son, but soon enough, it was something good.
The hints that you've noticed from Jack such as him being close to you at all times, or him smiling brightly when you would walk into his room, hinted clearly how Jack had some sort of attraction to you as well.
Soon enough, when Jack finally got the gist of how human feelings worked, he confessed how he couldn't stand a life without you. He would gush about how important you were to him and how he wanted to protect you at all costs. That was the day he asked you to be his girlfriend.
And you proudly said yes.
This brings you to this day, where school was more bearable with your slightly reconstructed life. When you started to date Jack, life became somewhat more admissable as you had something to look forward to when you came home.
You were currently coming out of soccer practice and one of your decent acquaintances walked up to you.
"Hey, Y/n. Are you free tonight? I'm having this big party and you should definitely come." Lexi was a really sweet person and you knew her parties were fun. You thought about it for a while considering how overprotective your family is. But you said yes anyway, wanting to have a fun time.
"Sure, I'll see you tonight."
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Back at the bunker, you gave your family a dramatic entrance as you started to sing aloud abruptly, definitely gaining the attention of the boys.
Jack was the first one to greet you and he gave you one of his heartwarming hugs and a small kiss on your cheek.
"Hi Y/n, how was school today? I also made your favorite because I know you had a long day at today." You stared at Jack in awe, finding it sweet how he would make you a grilled cheese when you came home from school.
"Thanks, Jack. What would I do without you?"
"I should be the one asking you that. You mean a lot to me, Y/n." A smile crept upon your lips and you were about to kiss Jack until you heard the booming voice of your father.
"Hey! Six feet apart kids," Dean said, getting in between you and Jack, him spreading his arms out, pretending to stretch.
"So funny, dad," you said sarcastically. You weren't too certain when you should ask your father if you could go to the party, but you didn't have to ask when he saw the look on your face.
"I know that look, what's up?" Surprised by his diligent attention, you shot your head up slightly caught off guard.
"Oh, well...what makes you think there's something up?"
"Whenever you're nervous, you always fidget with your charm bracelet." You silently cursed to yourself, seeing how you gave away the hint of wanting something. Sighing in defeat, you decided to tell Dean about the party.
"So I got invited to this party and I was won--"
Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean cut you off abruptly, knowing where this was going to go.
"No. Nope. Nope, definitely not. You're not going to a party and that's final." Dean's voice made it clear he was serious, but you being the stubborn person you were, insisted.
"Dad, come on, it's going to be fun, plus you know I'm responsible enough." Dean consistently shook his head, not comfortable with you going to a party.
"I know you're responsible enough, I don't trust the people there. Who knows who a person can be what? I'm done talking about this, you're not going and I made my decision."
You huffed out in annoyance, knowing you weren't going to win this argument, so you stomped back into your room, Jack following your trail. Now you were on to plan b which was sneaking out.
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You hated how you had to lie to Jack, but you knew he wouldn't let you out either, seeing how often he worries about you as well.
The last time you went out when you weren't supposed to, Jack put two fingers on your forehead and knocked you out. So you knew this time wouldn't be any different.
Being as discreet as you possibly could, you slowly escaped the bunker doors and proceeded to walk towards Lexi's house. Luckily, her house wasn't too far from yours.
Once you arrived, lights and music boomed through the doors. Lexi greeted you as she was drunk and you smiled at her seeing her true side.
You gulped down a couple of shots and stood against the wall, taking in the vibes of drunk teenagers. Suddenly a man came up towards you, a sly and douchey smirk plastered on his face.
"Hey, hottie, what's a gorgeous woman like you doing all alone? And a better question, why are you not with me?" You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist tightly.
"I didn't say you could walk away, baby." He started to walk closer towards your body, your personal space definitely invaded. Now you were done. You put your drink down and grabbed his wrist, twisting it making him scream in agony.
You could have easily broken his arm, but you didn't want to make a big scene. "Touch me again, and you will regret it." He had a petrified look on his face and put up his hands in surrender, but you knew he was still a massive dick.
Unfortunately, when you put your drink down, you weren't paying attention enough to notice that your drink was spiked.
You took a couple sips of your drink and you felt free, but the sudden feeling of dizziness overwhelmed your body, blackness filling your vision.
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When you gained consciousness once more, you noticed the music wasn't blaring and the setting changed. You were now in an empty warehouse, rust on the walls and live wire lamps.
"Well, well, who knew the youngest Winchester would have her life ended by going to a teenage party." You glared at the man, not sure what he was, but then he blinked, his eyes turning black, now evident he was a demon.
"Son of a bitch, let me go." You said weakly, the drugs still having an effect on you. He just smiled evilly and closed the door, leaving you alone.
You took this opportunity to pray to Jack, hoping he was awake to hear your prayer.
"Jack, baby, if you're hearing this, I n-need help."
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When Jack heard your prayer, he sprinted to your room, waking up Sam and Dean, Castiel already being awake considering he doesn't sleep.
When he saw you weren't in your room, fear and anger started to overcome his body.
"Jack, what's wrong, "Castiel asked, the two older Winchester's alerted while walking out of their room.
"Y/n sent me a prayer, something wrong and she's not in her room." Jack then closed his eyes and focused on you. He saw your distressed state and to say he was angry was an understatement.
His eyes started to glow gold and his body was shaking in anger.
Being so angry that you were in trouble and somebody is hurting you, Jack didn't even say another word as he used his wings and teleported to your location. His rage was still fuming through his body as he saw the demon holding a knife and walking towards you.
Not hesitating, Jack reached out his arm as golden circles filled the room, instantly killing the other demons.
Once he saw the perpetrators were dead, Jack saw the sight of you and his eyes blinked back to blue.
"Y/n!" Jack ran to your side and broke the chains off of your body easily. He instantly pulled you into a hug and you didn't hesitate to show your tears as you desperately needed comfort from your boyfriend.
"I'm sorry Jack, I shouldn't have left," you sobbed into his shoulder. He gently kissed your head, the feeling of his warmth comforting you.
"Don't worry, Y/n, you're okay. How about we go home and watch that one internet service...what was it called..N-N-"
"You mean Netflix?" You said with a stifled laugh.
"Yeah! Let's watch Netflix." You nodded your head and Jack teleported back to the bunker, relief filling your body.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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