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Clueless Pt3

PART ONE: https://i-think-im-entitled.tumblr.com/post/174548459651/clueless-pt1?is_related_post=1

PART TWO: https://i-think-im-entitled.tumblr.com/post/174586824126/clueless-pt2

WARNINGS: Violence(You can skip it), light swearing, fluff

PAIRING: Jack x Reader

SUMMARY: A small fight with Dean. A bit of your backstory, and Jack falling asleep on your shoulder in the Impala.

You headed to the bathroom, turned to close the door, and bit your tongue to keep from screaming. Jack was almost nose to nose with you.

“Personal space.” You whispered.

He took a step back, with his usual innocent eye contact and smile.

“You’re very pretty.” Jack then leaned in and whispered, “Sam taught me how to do that.”

“How to flir-”

“What the hell is going on?” Dean took one of Jack’s arms and jerked him away from you.

You grabbed his hand, “Dean! You don’t have to be so rough with him!”

Jack stepped behind you away from Dean. Dean glared at him, then turned to you.

“Jack stay here.” You muttered.

You dragged Dean out of earshot of Jack. “What the hell?”

“He’s the son of Satan.” Dean growled, “You can’t trust him. You’re being an idiot for not realizing it.”

“Dean-”

“Because of him Cas is dead.”

Then it hit you. Dean had mentioned how Cas had did the exact same thing to Dean. After coming out of the bathroom, Cas stood two inches from his face.

Jack reminded him of Cas.

And it was tearing him apart.

“It’s not his fault.” You whispered, making sure that Jack couldn’t hear you. Even though his eyes were glued to you.

“If Jack wasn’t alive Cas would be alive.”

The Impala was dark and silent.

Jack was sitting straight backed in the backseat with you. He had the same concerned, confused face plaster on his cute face. He looked a lot more tired too.

You had your cheek pressed against the cool window. You tried to understand how and why Dean hated Jack with a passion.

Sam had offered to drive for awhile to let Dean sleep. You had only drove the Impala twice. The first time is when Sam and Dean where on the verge of death again. The second you were possessed by a demon, and the demon made you watch as it crashed the car into a bridge. That was one of your countless near death experiences.

Dean had told you, that you blacked out smiling. You told him it in the hospital bed, that it was because of the look on his face, when he saw you at the wheel in his trashed baby.

You hide a smile in the dark and closed your eyes in an attempt to try and get your week’s hours in.

Half an hour passed and you felt dead. Sleep was floating just a hair away from your fingertips. You were conscience, but tingling with the impression of sleep lingering in your limbs.

Something tickled your arm. You ignored it at first, but then it turn into a cuddly pressure. You opened your eyes to see Jack leaning against your shoulder. He had his feet up on the seat and curled up to his chest like a child.

His face was slack and peaceful. He must’ve passed out on you.

Sam was completely focused on driving through a city he had to pass through. You didn’t think he’d mind anyway. You and Sam were pretty tight.

You put your hand on Jack’s back and moved, so he could rest in a better position. Then you moved it to his head. You couldn’t help, but play with his hair. It was light and soft to touch.

You felt a warm sensation in your hand. You saw yellow streaks streaming up your arm and into your shoulder. As the yellow dispersed into your shoulder, Jack smiled in his sleep, and cuddled closer. He snuggled against your body. You put an am around him.

You couldn’t imagine how anyone could automatically hate such an innocent little cinnamon roll. It was the first good look you had gotten of him. It was crazy to think that he was only a few days old.

You fell asleep smiling and examining his face.

Jack hugged you with all his might. The most comforting and sincere hug you had ever experienced in your entire life.

You felt a hand on your shoulder as Jack loosened the hug, but held on. Everything around you was a pure white. You looked up to see Sam smiling softly and feeling a happy buzz coming from him.

Jack started whimpering.

Jack? You tightened the hug, while trying to look for the source of his discomfort.

Then, you saw Dean. He had black and red pulsating from around him. Lucifer stood by his side, with anger fueling him. They were glaring at you together. Lucifer was literally shaking with the rage. Dean looked betrayed and furious.

You knew in your heart that Lucifer was real. He wasn’t part of this dream. Jack wasn’t either, he was here in your dream with you now.

Jack lifted his head. His face read that he knew what was happening, but he had the feeling of being terrified. He also didn’t know how he had gotten in your dream.

Jack?

He flinched as if he heard you. You couldn’t speak, but could think it. He watched your face in confusion, then it split into terror.

What? Jack, what?

“Y/n? What happened to your face?” Jack sounded horrified.

What do you mean?

“Your-” Jack screamed bloody murder. He was dragged back violently by his hair by Dean. Dean forced him to the floor and shook his jacket collar violently, screaming insults and horrible things at him.

Dean then broke down sobbing on his chest. You rushed up to him and dragged him off Jack. You pulled Jack up and took a few steps backwards with him shuddering and clinging to you.

“Y/n.” Lucifer sung slowly creeping up to you. He shaking with rage, but smiling sickly. “What did I tell you?”

Jack had his back to Lucifer, as he shook, his knees weak, as he clung as tightly as he could to you.

Lucifer made a sweeping motion with his wrist and Jack disappeared. You felt his presence snap away, and it was so jarring that you screamed for him, worried what Lucifer would do to him.

“Did you like your bruises?” Lucifer was two steps away from you now.

You clutched your neck in protection, not able to move at all. You furiously tried to work your legs, but they refused to obey you.

“Imagine what I can do to you know.” He closed the space, by bashing his fist into your temple so hard you flew to the side.

He attacked, roaring, his eyes a bloody red color. He punched you over and over. He throttled your neck, making you gag. As he pulled back for the final blow, you screamed.

“HEY!”

You sat bolt upright still screaming, flailing away from anything that touched you, “STOP! GET AWAY FROM ME!” Your eyes were still closed, and sweat beaded on your back and face.

You heard the Impala’s tires screeching to a stop. You flung open the door, ripped off your seat belt, and dead bolted for the side of the road. You threw up, while choking on sobs and puke.

You could hear the boys and Jack calling for you.

You couldn’t do it anymore, so your squeezed your eyes shut and held your hands in your head, whimpering.

The boy’s callings had gotten, so desperate it made you stand.

A moment later, Jack barreled into you. Encasing you in the hug from your dream, the best one you’ve ever had. You covered your face, while crying into his shoulder.

Sam and Dean ran up to the both of you, confused. They stood together with concern, not knowing what to do.

“He was there.” Jack shuddered.

“Who was there?” Dean asked, looking deseparate to understand.

“Lucifer.” You pulled away feeling weak. “He-He...”

Dean took hold of the situation, “Here, Y/n. Let’s just get back to the car.”

You nodded, but still held Jack’s arm for comfort. Jack kept glancing at you. You almost blacked out, but Jack kept you upright and steady.

You stepped into the back again, and held your head in your hands to keep the blackness from clouding your vision for the second time. You felt something warm and looked at your hand. You gasped sharply. Sam knocked his head as he ducked forward to see what you were gasping at.

You stared at your hands. They were covered in blood. You touched a dry finger to your temple and felt a sharp pinch.

“Dean!” Sam yelled over the car. “Get the first aid!”

Dean pushed you down on the seat with the wound side up, he put pressure on your head with a handful of gauze. You groaned in pain. You couldn’t stop the black clouds as the fielded your vision.

An annoying beeping floated into your mind. Something throbbed in your temple sharply, making you groan. You tried to open your eyes, but it was too blinding.

You heard foggy voices, but couldn’t make them out. You squeezed your eyes shut again.

After a few moments to let your eyes adjust, you could opened them a little. Sam, Dean, and Jack were sitting anxiously next to your hospital bed.

“Guys?” You choked.

They jumped and crowded around your bed. Sam touched your shoulder and leaned in, “Hey are you alright?”

Jack took your hand, and Dean went to the other side of your bed to cup your face and examine it.

“What happened?” Sam asked, kindly.

“I told you what happened.” Jack tilted his head.

“Shut up.” Dean growled.

“He’s telling the truth, he was there.” You told them everything that had happened, and the part after Jack was kicked out of the vision.

The boys exchanged looks, which told you that your story matched Jack’s perfectly.

“Can I talk to her alone?” Sam asked.

Dean glared at Jack, and Jack avoided his gaze. They left, closing the door behind them.

“Is Jack ok?” You asked, softly. You couldn’t speak any louder or the pain would knock you out again.

“Yeah, he-he’s fine. He was really worried about you. He almost knocked out the nurse, when they stuck the IV in you.”

You smiled.

“We’re going to get you out of here as soon as we can. I know how you hate this place.” Sam promised, “Then, we’re going to get you fully warded against Lucifer.”

“Thanks.”

A silenced passed, like he wanted to ask you something couldn’t get it out. He finally did.

“What’s going on between you and Jack?”

You flushed, “Well... I think he choose me.”

“Choose you?”

“Kelly told me he choose me. Like he did Cas.” You closed your eyes as the lights glared in your eyes, “She... she told me he wanted me.”

Sam let out a light chuckle.

“What?”

“He loves you.”

PART FOUR: https://i-think-im-entitled.tumblr.com/post/175062657921/clueless-pt4

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