#jack kline oneshot

[inthemytdl]

Somewhere Only We Know

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

The whirl of wind trumped the gentle voice of the boy beside you. He wore a letterman jacket. A yellow hue reflected off its stripes from the street light next to the bus stop.

“What?”

“Oh, sorry.” He raised a jazz hand. “I’m Jack. I’ve noticed people here like to claim benches. Is it okay if we share?”

You shrugged then scooched over. Your phone lit up with the time as you moved. The bus would arrive soon. After that was one long trip to nowhere. You’d figure it out on the way there. That was part of the adventure.

“Where are you going?” Jack’s cheerful voice startled you.

You rubbed cold arms. “Nowhere.”

“Right. You don’t know me.” He faced you, lowered his head. “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

“Didn’t think so.” You studied him for a lingering moment. He looked too young to be some psycho killer but was lanky enough you could beat him in a fight if he was. “Where are you going?”

“I don't know.” He tilted his head toward the sky. “Wherever the bus takes me?”

“Nebraska.”

“There. I’m going there.” Jack smiled, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him Nebraska was just… Nebraska. “Are you cold? Here. Have my jacket.”

“What? No.” You swatted his hand away.

“It’s fine,” Jack said. “I don’t get cold.” He placed his jacket on your shoulders then returned to his dreamy state, practically drooling. 

You were staring at him now, but he didn’t seem to mind. The gap between his teeth broke through his smile; his bright eyes lit up in the street light, the yellow hue reflecting off his irises now. He had this innocent look, like all the pain and despair of the world couldn’t hurt him. Not now, at least. Right now, all that mattered was Nebraska.

“I’m running away,” you blurted. “Sort’ve.”

Jack’s smile broke. “Why would you do that?”

“Well, it’s not running, really. I’m old enough to take care of myself. I’m just going on an… adventure.”

“I like adventures.” His smile was back. That gap in between his teeth. 

The bus parked in front of you. It was empty, aside from a few scattered passengers. The doors opened. The driver made eye contact.

“Do you want to go on an adventure with me, Jack?” you asked.

He pressed a thumb on the dip of his chin. His hair blew into his face. “I’m not sure,” he said.

A pin dropped in your stomach. You spent five minutes talking and jumped straight to fifth base: asking him to travel with you. You didn’t even know him, really. He could’ve been a serial killer, a really nice one. And if he wasn’t, he must’ve thought you were weird now.

Jack inhaled a swift breath and released it with a sigh. “Are you a serial killer?” he asked.

“What?” you laughed. “No, of course not. I’m Y/n.”

“Then yes. I would like to go on an adventure with you, Y/n.” He pushed up from the bench and that lulling smile on his face met yours.

A warm heat encompassed you as you stepped onto the bus. Jack took the cushioned seat next to the window and looked out at the night sky. You took the aisle seat.

The bus shook as the engine rumbled to life. You were going to Nebraska. The land of farms, corn, prairies, and the occasional city. You could picture it now—the petrichor smell of wet grain, the bright lights illuminating cities—and while you weren’t sure if you’d stay, you were ready for your next adventure. And happy it wouldn’t be alone.

Jack traced a smiley onto the condensated window glass before relaxing into his seat. "I've never been on a bus before," he said.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

Trees flew by as the bus began to move and you became more comfortable with Jack. You had only just met him but traveling together felt right. And you weren’t sure what he was leaving behind, but were glad to have him by your side.

You took Jack’s hand in yours, startling him a bit, and said, “Next stop, Nebraska.”

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[only-goose]

More than Nougat

Synopsis: You taught Jack about hickies and now he’s obsessed

Warnings: none really, just a whole lotta fluff

Nothing! There was absolutely nothing! No beer, no bacon, no nothing! And who would’ve eaten all the food and not replace it? The two black holes for humans you live with. The Winchesters, those boys with their bottomless stomachs drove you crazy sometimes. You’re half tempted to throw Jack into the accusation but he’s still figuring the foods he likes.

“I’m going on a supply run!” You shout through the halls. All you hear is a couple grunts of acknowledgement, until a voice behind you says “can I come?” You nearly jump out of your skin, not expecting to see Jack behind you. “You scared the shit outta be dude, but yeah, of course you can come” you answered him. “Sorry for scaring you y/n” he apologises.

You chuckle his apology off, trying not to let your heart run wild. Even though Jack was only, technically, a few years old, he resembled someone of your own age. This very quickly led you to falling for him, his newborn innocence, childish humour and clinginess (you loved though, let’s be real).

“Alrighty Jack, let’s go” you say as you lead him up the stairs, to the garage. You unlock your ‘64 Pontiac and hope in, turning on some background music before peeling out of the bunker.

“Can we have a movie night tonight, y/n?” The nephilim asks. “Absolutely” you reply “what do you wanna watch?” He sits there and has a hard think about it, “I don’t know, I’ll look up movies when we get to the bunker. Can we get snacks now though?” He asks. You nod your head as you park. You pull out a trolley and give it to Jack to push, while you wander around and get enough food to supposedly last a few weeks (you knew better than the expect it would last a few days).

Jack absolutely piles the junk food into the trolley, which gives you a good laugh, still enamoured with his childishness. He gives you a massive grin and keeps walking, always making sure to look behind him and make sure you’re still there. You head to the checkout and pay for the mountain of food you bought, Jack standing shoulder to shoulder with you the entire time, watching you interact with the register guy. Jack means his head on your shoulder after you pay and keep making small talk, even though you’ve finished all you need to do. Jack links his hand to yours to try and push his point, he doesn’t wanna be near anyone but you anymore.

After you get home, Jack wizzes off to the computer to search for a movie while you pack away the food, keeping out the snack for movie night. Jack comes bounding in a few minutes later, a dvd in hand, and says “I wanna watch this one” he hold it up for you to see. You look at him and asks if he’s sure, “I’ve never seen it so I really wanna try” he replies. You hold on your giggles as you make your way towards the dean-cave (you think it’s a silly name but whatever).

You press play on the movie as you and Jack get comfortable next to each other on the couch, sitting leg to leg so you can both reach the junk food. Sandy and Danny start singing on your tv screen and it has Jack laughing, you don’t know what at, but you don’t care. Getting to see Jack make you laugh makes your day a little brighter.

You get to the point in the movie when Rizzo appears with hickies from Kenickie. “Y/n?” Jack gets your attention as he taps your shoulder. You pause the movie as you turn to Jack, “what’s wrong?” Jack points at Rizzo and says “what’s wrong with her neck, who has hands small enough to punch her like that?” He ponders “or did she get bitten my a vampire? Some vampire bites look like that, don’t they?”

Jack looks at you concerned as you bust out laughing. “Oh Jack, those are called hickies” you tell him. He raises his eyebrow, almost like he want to ask something, so you continue. “When two people like each other a lot, some like marking their partner. It’s kind of like a possession thing” you can see the cogs turning in his head, trying to make sense of what you said.

“I like you a lot, and I don’t like when you talk to people that aren’t me, so do I put hickies on you?” Jack admits, a big grin adorning his plush lips. You feel a bit conflicted, maybe you didn’t make it clear enough that it was an ‘in love’ type of like, not a ‘just friends’ type of like and so you told him. “I don’t think you get it, it’s for people who love each other. Like want to get married and have a family, kind of love. Not the kind of love you have for friends”

His grin doesn’t falter, “I know what you meant, y/n, and I mean what I said. I like you a lot, the ‘love’ type of like. I wanna hold your hand, and kiss you, and I want you to give me hickies and I want to give you some too” if you were a cartoon, you knew you’d have hearts in your eyes and heart would be thumping out of your chest at Jacks brazen confession.

He watches you patiently as you lean over and peck his lips, testing to water. “I like you a lot too, Jack” you say as you make deep eye contact. Jack kisses you back grinning. “Can you give me a hickie y/n?” He asks shyly. “It’s kind of something you have to build up to. You have to start with marking out before you move to hickies” Jack smashes his lips onto yours as soon as you finish your sentence.

After showing Jack how to make out, you pull away which causes a small whine to rise from Jacks throat. “I’m gonna give you a hickie now, ok?” You say as Jack vigorously nods his head. You got back to kissing his lips, then start trailing them towards his neck. You spend a couple seconds looking around for his weak spot, knowing you’ve found it when he moans and bursts a light bulb.

You look up and see his eyes glowing gold “sorry” he says sheepishly. You kiss his lips, then go back to his neck. You suck and nip at the supple skin, causing all sorts of noises to come out of Jack. You pull back “that should give you a nice purple one in the morning” you say. Jack nods as you both lie down, his head on your chest as you doze off.

You wake up to Jack shaking you, “look, it’s here!” He bounces around, clearly happy to the new addition on marks on his skin when he says, “I think I like this more than nougat”

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[imaginesforfandom]

Misletoe Moments

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Jack Kline x Reaer

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.

Mistletoe Moments

The bunker was adorned with festive lights, stockings hung with care, and a towering Christmas tree that nearly brushed the ceiling. The Winchester brothers had spared no effort in transforming their home into a winter wonderland, complete with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of a crackling fire.

Amidst the holiday cheer, Jack Kline, the Nephilim with a heart as pure as snow, marveled at the decorations. His eyes widened with childlike wonder as he took in the twinkling lights and the delicate ornaments that adorned the tree.

You, the reader, had been helping with the decorations, sharing laughter and stories as you worked alongside Sam and Dean. Jack couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of your smile. There was something about the holiday spirit that made everything seem brighter, especially when you were around.

One day, as Jack wandered through the bunker, he noticed a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway to the kitchen. Curiosity filled his eyes as he recalled the tales of holiday traditions he had heard from the Winchesters.

"Mistletoe," he mused to himself, the word rolling off his tongue with fascination.

Unbeknownst to Jack, you had caught wind of his musings. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It was Christmas, after all, and a little bit of festive magic never hurt anyone.

Later that evening, the bunker was alive with the sound of laughter and the aroma of holiday feasts. The three of you gathered around the table, sharing stories and savoring the warmth of the season.

As Jack reached for a plate, you subtly nudged him, directing his attention to the mistletoe above the doorway. A playful smile danced on your lips, and Jack's confusion turned into realization.

"Oh, mistletoe," he said, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I've read that standing under it means… well, it means something."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's a Christmas tradition. If two people find themselves beneath the mistletoe, they're supposed to share a kiss."

Jack's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between you and the mistletoe. There was a moment of hesitation, but then a soft smile spread across his face. The warmth of the holiday season seemed to intensify as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

Underneath the mistletoe, surrounded by the laughter of friends and the glow of Christmas lights, Jack Kline shared a sweet, magical kiss with you—a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of this special holiday season.

And so, in the bunker filled with love, laughter, and a touch of celestial magic, Christmas became more than just a celebration of tradition. It became a time of unexpected joy and the beginning of something beautiful for Jack and you.

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he deserves the world. no, scratch that, he deserves the universe!

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Baby Steps- Jack x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: December 6th, 2020

Description: Could you write a happy Jack x reader story that kinda follows the plot of the end of supernatural (if you have seen it) but where jack stays with the boys and fixes everything and everyone is happy.

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with acciodracomalfoy from the research lab designation Ao3, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 420

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Y/N yawned as she made her way through the halls of the bunker. It was around noon, and she’d finally rolled out of bed after staying up way too late watching her favorite show. Not that she regretted it, with no threats she could finally catch up on months of missed episodes.

As she approached the kitchen, she could hear the sound of sizzling bacon and laughter.

“Okay, now pour the egg in the hole. There! Now let it cook for a bit, then flip it,” Sam instructed someone.

“Ew,” Dean groaned. “Ow, mother-”

Y/N stifled a laugh, leaning beside the door to the kitchen just out of view.

“Dean, I do not think I made the juice right.”

“Why did you use a blender?” Eileen asked.

“To juice the oranges.”

“Please tell me you didn't put the whole orange in the blender,” Dean sighed.

“Was I not supposed to?”

Eileen, and Sam laughed as Dean let out an exhausted sigh.

“No. No you weren’t.”

Taking this as the perfect opportunity, Y/N stepped into the kitchen.

“I can help with that. What’cha making?” She smiled.

“Well, good morning to you too,”Dean laughed, “We’re making brunch.”

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“So, how’s heaven?” Y/N asked, as her and Jack did the dishes after eating.

Dean had gone to give baby a wash, Sam had a load of laundry to do, and Eileen and Cas were off on an in-laws bonding case. At least that’s what Y/n had been referring to it as, because while no one was married yet, she didn’t think it’d be long.

“I don’t think they like me very much,” Jack frowned, “or Cas. But we’re trying. We’ve already started discussing a deal with the empty to bring some of the angels back, like Gabriel and Michael.”

“Why Michael?”

“I know he…”Jack thought for a moment, “sold us out, but I’m sure he had a reason. So I want to hear him out. Plus, heaven will probably listen to him more than me right now.”

“Hey,” she smiled, nudging him. “Cheer up. Baby steps, no ones expecting you to be perfect right away. You’re already doing better than Chuck.

“Baby steps… I can do that,” he chuckled. He looked back at the plate he was drying and went silent. “Speaking of baby steps… I was wondering if we could have dinner together… tonight… just the two of us. “

Y/N stopped washing the pan, and turned to him.

“Like a date?”

“Yes. Like a date.”

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[cas-coding]

Nine times out of ten, Cas enjoys the music that Jack puts on for the pair of them in the Continental. He'll pick some softer, poppy stuff, nothing rock or old like Dean's music, which Cas appreciates. Outside of the Impala, Castiel did not particularly enjoy Dean's music taste, though he doesn't dislike it.

They're on an empty highway when Jack reaches across the dash to turn up the radio, somehow connected to his phone's music, which was a mystery to Castiel. Instantly, the music grows louder and Jack bops his head around to it, wiggling in his seat.

"This is one of my favorites, Dad," Jack remarks, pointing happily to the screen of his phone. "It's Taylor Swift! The Taylor who wrote Shake It Off?"

Cas laughs but keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead, unwilling to drive distracted with Jack in the front seat. "I'm familiar with Taylor Swift, Jack," Cas says, adding, "What song is this?"

That gets Jack excited, practically hopping in his seat as he pauses the song to explain it all. "It's called Cruel Summer. It's from her Lover album and it's about like a secret summer relationship where she just wants it to be a real relationship and be in love openly. If you listen to the lyrics," Jack unpauses the song, and sound once again pours out of the car speakers, "You can really hear some of her lyrical genius."

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more, Jack hums along, looking at Cas expectantly. This isn't quite what he imagined tempo-wise when Jack explained the concept, but he couldn't help but admit it worked very well.

By the time they reached the bridge, Cas is hanging on to every word, Jack closing his eyes and tapping out the beats with all ten of his fingers, and likely all ten of his toes. It's fun, distracted, and meaningful, and Cas wants to smile wider than possible inside his vessel, but he knows Jack can see his true form glowing.

Said "I'm fine" but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

At those lines, Cas blinks, feeling something settle deep in his chest. He knew that feeling, didn't he? He didn't know much about fever dreams and vending machines, but he knew secrets. Secrets he couldn't tell or he'd lose it all, everything he wanted, but this wasn't what he wanted, he wanted more, more than just Dean's lips on his behind closed doors, more than just meaningless sex.

Jack has noticed Castiel's stilling, looking over at him with concern on his features, but Cas pays no mind to it, just listens more, gets lost inside the lyrics.

And I scream for whatever it's worth

"I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

It's dark, Cas' world is dark, and his vessel is leaving, pulled into the dark goo surrounding him, blocking his view of Dean, of Dean's sad features and loveless eyes. Dean didn't love Cas, he couldn't. Cas was dying, almost for real that time, and Dean couldn't say it, couldn't squeeze it out.

Cas comes to and he's got his hands fisted in his hair, the car pulled to the side of the road, Jack's eyes locked on him. There's concern there, a lot of concern, but Cas' heart is thudding in his chest and this isn't supposed to happen and it's a happy song and Jack is going to be so mad at him and Cas is stupid, so stupid, and,

"Dad?" Jack whispers, poking at Cas' arm, "I'm sorry if the song was a lot. Are you okay?" Of course Jack isn't mad at Cas, Jack is a kind person, a loving person.

All Cas can squeeze out in response is, "He doesn't love me. He'll never love me."

"Dean?" Jack asks, and that's what shatters Cas, his last wall crumbling down, tears flowing from his eyes like he's been saving them for years.

"I'm sorry," Cas sobs, "I'm sorry."

There's a skidding noise, sharp in Cas' ears, from just outside the car, and of course, Dean has just thrown Baby in park in the middle of the road, looking over at Cas. Then Dean's running, dashing towards Cas' car, Sam right behind, and then they're both banging on the Continental window, pulling the door handle, trying anything to get in.

Jack hits the unlock button and then there's hands all over Cas, a hand on his shoulder and in his hair and then on his cheek and then down his back and then just waiting for him to respond. "Cas?"

All Cas can do is shake his head, unable to voice any of it, to explain it, because it really was stupid, wasn't it? A song affecting him like this, making him sob like this?

"He doesn't think you love him," Jack explains, staring directly at Dean, earning a soft and quick chuckle from Sam.

It takes Dean a lot less time than Cas assumed to process, Dean responding instantly with a soft, "I love him," and a pat on Cas' shoulder.

Sam clears his throat, leaning into the car, saying, "Not that kind of love, Dean," and rolling his eyes at his brother.

"Oh," Dean says softly, picking up Cas' face with his hands, palms cupping Cas' cheeks, green eyes warming Cas up. "I love you, y'know. That's why I kissed you. Like, multiple times. And the, y'know," Dean sighs, motioning with his tongue against his cheek exactly what he meant (that was going to be an interesting talk with Jack later).

"I'm sorry," Cas sobs, "I know, I know you do, but you don't say it, and I," he pauses, gasping for a breath, "I need to hear it, and not switch back into just friends when we're in a public space. I want," Cas stutters, "I want all of you. I'm sorry."

There's the look in Dean's eyes, a look of utter pity and guilt, of hurt and a dire need to comfort. He's silent, dead silent, and Cas almost needs to count under his breath, remember exactly how long it took to ruin everything, and then Dean's lips are on his and he can't count anymore.

It's quick, no more than a press of lips, but it's warm and feels good inside of Cas' chest, fizzing up and calming the shakes in his body, tears still flowing. "Cas, I love you, and I'm the one who's sorry," Dean says, "I'm stupid sometimes, and I didn't know you wanted that. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for hiding," and then Dean pulls Cas up into another kiss, this one better, deeper, realer.

Cas can still vaguely make out the background sounds of Jack and Sam giggling, and when he pulls back from the kiss, Sam has just handed Jack a $20.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

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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[orpheustiel]

agape 1,778 words cas & jack, destiel summary: “Why is it that you put Dean above everything else?” Before Jack even finished his sentence, Castiel felt his smile dissolve and the muscles of his face harden. He knew the answer. Of course he knew the answer. In a second he felt the pressure of Hell, the warmness of Dean, the loneliness of falling, the relief of Free Will and a pressure on his human stomach and heart, sweat on his human hands and the need to look down, avoiding Jack’s eyes.

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“Castiel?” Jack’s voice sounded low on the quiet bunker. Dean and Sam had gone to sleep not too long ago, leaving Jack and Castiel alone in the darkness of the television room – or, as Dean insisted to call it, The Dean Cave, and Castiel would often refer to the room as that in thought.

So far, they had been in a comfortable silence. Jack browsed through videos on their new television (which was so complex that Castiel often found himself comparing its intricate system to the work of Angels), never really settling on anything, but actually watching a few seconds or minutes of each video and then moving on to another one randomly. Castiel watched Jack and mentally went through his memories of the last couple months, searching for things he could’ve missed that would help them with the current missions – faces, objects, waves, sounds, ideas, feelings, and thoughts.

“Yes, Jack?” Castiel responded, looking at his eyes and feeling his face relax into a small smile, as it always did. Jack looked back at him with the same openness Castiel believed himself to have. An openness he would only find in other angels and missed when communicating with humans.

Memories of Dean came to Castiel – Dean talking to him, explaining, telling, asking, joking. He felt glad that with Jack he could have a different relationship, more open, with less camouflages in the physical and spiritual sense.

Jack selected another video, this time, a 7 hour and 40 minutes of piano with rain sounds and let go of the remote “Can I ask you something?”

Castiel nodded, closing his eyes briefly and smiling a bit more, gesturing for Jack to continue.

“Why is it that you put Dean above everything else?”

Before Jack even finished his sentence, Castiel felt his smile dissolve and the muscles of his face harden. He knew the answer. Of course he knew the answer. In a second he felt the pressure of Hell, the warmness of Dean, the loneliness of falling, the relief of Free Will and a pressure on his human stomach and heart, sweat on his human hands and the need to look down, avoiding Jack’s eyes.

“I mean,” Jack continued, unaware of the cacophony of thoughts and feelings Castiel was perceiving, “I get it. Dean can be nice sometimes, he is funny, brave, he cares about his family and fights for what is right. I get that. But Sam is all of that too, and with Dean it’s like…” Jack had been talking fast, as if he had the speech prepared beforehand and was rushing through it so Castiel wouldn’t interrupt, but now he stopped, choosing his words, and hardening his look before finishing “it’s like you don’t care about anything else other than him.” Jack relaxed, as if accepting the truth of his next words “And you care about me too, I know. I just don’t understand why is it that Dean is so important when…you know.”

“When he has treated you the way he has?”

In the second between Jack finished speaking and Castiel began, countless thoughts were measured in his head. Castiel decided that maybe with Jack he could trust the truth. Relief washed over him as he sat back and fixed his gaze on Jack.

“Has anyone told you the story of how Dean and I met?” Jack shook his head and sat back as well, crossing his legs, and waiting for Castiel to continue.

Castiel spoke of Heaven’s Plan, his garrison, and the Righteous Man. He told Jack of Hell and of holding a soul, which is less like holding with your arms, but more like convoluted ties of energy that isn’t translatable in any human language, as it’s not thing humans can experience.

“But Dean wasn’t grateful. Of course, knowing him now makes it easier to understand why, but, at the time, I felt…confused.” Castiel shifted where he was sat, positioning his body in a way to show Jack he wanted him to pay attention “And that’s just the thing, Jack– ” a smiled creeped of his face before he could help it. He used to be able to control that before “I felt.”

Castiel explained to Jack about orders, the Divine Plan and how, even though he had broken the patten before, the only time it was unfixable was when he helped Dean.

As he talked, Castiel molded his words to fit his listener. Even though he had never had an opportunity to tell about his history with Dean so freely before, which caused him great satisfaction, he also felt the need to be careful. The things he and Dean have gone through have been hard and gruesome. The things he felt and thought about Dean were sometimes too great for Castiel himself. So he chose his words carefully.

He finished after telling in littler details the past few years, and Jack immediately said “You two met in an extraordinary situation and have formed deep connection because of it.”

Castiel held back the smile forming on his lips. He moved his hands to help him sit back once again, just now realizing he had been fidgeting his fingers against each other. Just another of the various human behaviors that have installed themselves into his routine.

“Yes, we did. And have been going through many other extraordinary situations ever since, which has made it only strengthened it. In more common terms, you could say he is family.”

Jack nodded and furrowed his brows, taking it serious – Castiel didn’t hold back his smile this time, thinking of Jack being raised by Winchesters.

“In other common terms” Jack asked, tilting his head forward “you love him.”

There it was again. The coldness in his stomach, the blood rushing just faster enough to make him feel the need to move his hands. The waves going through him changing course, turning upside down.

“Jack…” But Castiel didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve spent some nights reading the Bible” Jack began explaining “and I try to make parallels between the people in the story and people I know in real life, to help me understand them better. A lot of the times they mention love, it reminds me of what I see in you two.”

Memories passed through Castiel. Choices he made for Dean, time he has spent with Dean, conversations he has had with Dean. He understood what Jack meant.

Castiel joined his hands and leaned forward on his knees. He has wondered much about that as well. Love is human experience like no other – it’s so incredibly abstract, not alike anything else, not working in humans’ minds like other feelings like happiness or pleasure do.

It wasn’t until he became close to a human himself that he began to understand what they meant by love.

He recalled being with Dean on the bunker, Dean teaching how to work the shower and handing him clothes, promising the movies they would watch, and the food Dean would make Castiel eat. He also recalled seeing Dean once again months later, his anger, frustration, anxiety, and something else, that surged when Dean came into his workplace and messed with his life.

Reconnected with his Grace, Castiel had to reimage love, to remember what it was like and translate it to what it had to be now.

“I believe love is a name we give to what is actually many behaviors.” Castiel answered and Jack relaxed, looking at him. “It is not only about feeling, but showing that you feel it. For humans, love is not only one feeling, but a collection of them working together.” Jack nodded, showing he understood, and Castiel kept going “For me, it became easier to think about it as a collection of actions. Humans show the feelings through actions, so I believe it makes sense.”

“So, love is showing love?” Jack asked, unsure.

Castiel grinned “Yes, Jack, I believe it is.” He waited for Jack to pay attention to him again before continuing “Some time ago, philosophers in Greece studied love by tearing it in three – called eros, philia and agape. Maybe they understood love better than the English.”

“What do they mean?”

“Eros is, in reality, a name borrowed from the Angels. You remember them, the Cherubs” Jack nodded “Yes, well. The Cherubs make those who they pierce with their arrow experience sexual attraction and the need to be together. Eros refers to romantic love, physical attraction.

“Philia is considered the purest and sincerest form of love. It’s the love we share with our family and the ones we’re loyal to.

“Agape is…harder to explain, there are complex discussions involving it. But it is a connection to the universe, nature, humanity and, in some cases, could be the connection to God.”

Jack hums showing he followed the explanation and asks “The love between you and me is Philia.” He smiles, showing his teeth and Castiel feels what could only be described as love growing in his chest.

“Yes, Jack, it is.” He agrees, but wonders if he is capable of anything other than agape.

“And between you and Dean…it…is…”

Jack doesn’t meet Castiel’s face when speaking and Castiel wonders how long Jack has been meaning to ask if what he saw from him towards Dean was “is it Eros?” Jack finishes, keeping his head down but moving his eyes up to watch Castiel.

Castiel thought about Dean’s presence. The warmth of his soul. His hands on Castiel’s wrist, arm or shoulder. His smile. The way he said Cas. The feeling Castiel got on his stomach every time it was late at night, and he sat on Dean’s bed with him to watch a movie, their knees touching. The waves around him tingling. The need to protect him, to be close to him, to destroy the whole world so there was only them, to save the whole world for him. His thoughts, desires, fears and wishes.

He looked at his hands and moved his fingers.

“Perhaps it is all three.”

Jack hummed, agreeing.

“I get it now. Thank you, Cas.”

Castiel loved him and loved him. Jack showed his feelings with such openness, such desire to form connection. He was so proud of the being they were raising.

“Thank you for listening, Jack.” He took a deep breath and dared to ask “Jack, would you mind if we kept all of this between us?”

Jack nodded, this time with more energy “Of course. It can be weird to mention other people’s romantic feelings out loud. Sam though me that.”

Castiel wondered what prompted this lesson and grew impossibly fonder of all of them.

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[bohobooks]

Imagine Requests are Open!

Here's a list of fandoms I'll write for:

Supernatural

Harry Potter

Hogwarts Legacy

Scream (preferably the original one)

Stranger Things

Resident Evil

ACOTAR

The Walking Dead

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[bixlasagna]

Could you link your Jack fic again? I lost the link and now I can bookmark I wanna bookmark it

Yes! It makes me so happy that you like it.

jack of hearts

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[lokidottir1308]

dad!Dean x daughter!reader x Jack

warnings: a little bit of angst, mentions of death, ⚠️s13 and s15 spoilers⚠️

A/N: wrote this for a friend of mine on instagram and thought I‘d post it

"Dean, you can’t take her with us!" you heard Sam scream at his brother. "She‘s my daughter, Sam! I can’t just leave her!" Dean screamed back at his younger brother.

You were sitting in the room next to theirs, hearing every word spoken. "I know how you feel, Y/N." Jack suddenly said. He was leaning against the doorframe. You hadn’t even noticed his presence.

"I wish I could just make them stop fighting. It‘s my fault. I didn’t know where to go." you told him. He sat down next to you, the bed slightly dipping from the added weight.

He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "I know. You did the right thing. Sam is just trying to protect you, you know?" he tried defending Sam, but he knew that Sam was wrong.

"I know that, but he‘s my uncle. Where else would I go? Mom‘s dead, Dad and him are the only family I have left. It took me three days to get here just for him to tell me to go away."

One of the only women Dean Winchester had ever truly loved- your mother- had passed away a few weeks prior in a car accident. He was 21 when you were born.

Luckily, Dean knew of your existence and in case anything bad happened, he gave your mother a phone number to call; she told you where to find the piece of paper with the number written on it.

Once you did exactly that, your father told you where he was and after reassuring him you‘d make it there yourself, you made your way to his location.

Apparently, he hadn’t told Sam this important piece of information- perhaps because he knew Sam wouldn’t be fond of the idea of Dean‘s daughter tagging along when they already had to deal with Lucifer‘s son.

"Your dad can be pretty stubborn. He won’t listen to Sam. You‘ll stay here." Jack said, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. You smiled at him. "Thank you."

"You‘re so welcome." he smiled back at you. He stood up and walked to the little TV, turning it on and switching to a channel where Scooby-Doo! played.

"You like Scooby-Doo!?" you asked. It was one of your favorite shows. "It‘s… wonderful." he said, smiling at you. "You know, you weren’t what I imagined Lucifer‘s son to be like." you admitted, leaning back against the headboard, hun sitting beside you.

"Well, what did you imagine?" he asked. "I don’t know. Probably someone evil that tries to kill me within five seconds of meeting them." you said. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, making you laugh.

You continued to watch to show in comfortable silence until your dad entered the room, walked up to you and hugged you tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked once he pulled away.

"I think so. I’m sorry for causing trouble." you apologized, scratching the back of your neck. "Don’t worry about it, if we didn’t argue about you we would have argued about something else." he joked, causing you to chuckle lightly.

You didn’t notice Jack‘s gaze on you, smiling softly at the conversation between your father and you. "I don’t want to be a bother. I‘m sure I can find somewhere else to stay at." you said.

"No. We discussed it. You‘re my daughter and you‘re staying with us. I won’t loose you again." Dean stated, referring to when he left your mother because he thought his life style was too dangerous. You hugged him again.

All of that happened around three years ago. Now, with your dad being dead and Sam having a family, you were on your own again. Or were you?

"Hey, love, I‘m home!" Jack‘s voice echoed through the house, your smile growing as he entered the living room. He walked up to you and kissed you. "I‘m glad you are."

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[inthemytdl]

Teenage Dream

Summary: Jack prepares for his first date (with a girl)

Note: she/her pronouns

“Are you sure?” Jack brushed down the black shirt and army style jacket Dean gave him.

The sleeves went a couple inches past his hand, so he had to roll them up to fit properly. The shirt, on the other hand, fit well. 

“Trust me, chicks dig the bad boy look,” Dean said. “A little dirt, a little grime. Works every time.”

Jack had never been on a date before, but he imagined dressing nicer than this. Wearing his FBI suit, maybe. It was the nicest one he owned and the sleeves fit perfectly.

He turned to Sam. “Is that true?”

“Sometimes,” Sam said, without looking up from his computer.

But Jack had seen a good amount of romance films and couldn’t imagine Sam as the bad boy in any of them. In his mind, he was always the nice guy. The hero.

“Did you think you’d go in your FBI suit?” Dean laughed. “This is a date, kid, not a case.”

“I like that suit. Cass says blue is my color.”

Cass nodded. “It’s true. And that”—he pointed at Jack—“is horrible.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted. “That’s style. Army green, simple tees. That’s in right now. It’s all over the mags.”

“Mags?” Sam said.

“Magazines. God, you guys are old.”

Jack watched the scene unfold. Dean was doing that thing where he pretended to be young again while Sam groaned and Cass filed his nails against the wooden table. Usually, he’d let it go on, but there were just thirty minutes until his date with you and he still didn’t have an outfit.

“I don’t have time for this!” Jack shouted. His skin was hot like when he used his powers.

“Woah. Relax. It’s just a date,” Dean said.

“He’s never been on a date before, Dean,” Sam countered.

“So? Neither has Cass and he’s doing fine.”

“Dating, love, relationships. Those are human things,” Cass said. “Trivial.”

“Trivial?” Dean craned his neck toward him and the pair erupted into yet another argument as Sam approached Jack.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he said. “Just be yourself. Girls can tell when you’re faking.”

“They can?” Jack felt more nervous than before. It was all too human. And he was only half of that. He wasn’t used to having sweaty palms or a butterfly-filled stomach. He thought he was sick the first time he felt their flutter before Sam explained that it was normal.

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes,” Sam coughed. “But you’ll be fine.” He gave him those puppy dog eyes he gave families when working a case: his attempt to take half of their pain. It worked sometimes. Jack was grateful it worked now.

“Okay,” he said, leaving to change. 

He hurried to his room and put on a white button up paired with a brown suit. That blue tie he loved. He stopped for a moment to look in the mirror, did an awkward smile, then made his way back to the command center.

The chaos had died down by the time he arrived, and all three of the boys sat around the table listening to Sam. Jack overlooked the scene from the head of the table. This was one of the few times the bunker was quiet: when one of them was talking and the others listened. And that was rare. Most days, they talked over each other.

“Woah. Look at you.” Sam was first to notice him. His dimples pinched his cheeks as he smiled.

“Much better,” Cass rasped.

Dean scrunched his face and made his way over to him. Jack wiped sweaty palms down his blazer. Dean was never all that nice to him, but a couple months in the bunker and they had become somewhat of a family.

“You’ve got to learn how to properly tie a tie,” Dean said, and he adjusted it for him. “There. Not as good as before but… decent.” He nodded, then fished in his pocket and produced silver keys. “Here.”

“You’re letting me drive the impala?” Jack said.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

Sam clapped. “Alright, go get ‘em, tiger.”

A rush of energy overcame Jack, though he couldn’t tell why. It might’ve been confidence or nerves or something entirely different—he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. He had grown accustomed to fear and adrenaline. Love, even. But never romantic, and never like this.

This would be the first time he went on a real date, and one where no one tried to kill him. He felt prepared; he knew what to do. Once he got to the restaurant, he would pull your chair out for you, you’d talk, and then you’d fall in love with him.

There was only one thing he was unsure about.

“What should I say when I get there?” he asked. 

“I read in a Teen Vogue magazine it’s custom to talk about your interests,” Cass said.

“Zombies?”

“No—no zombies!” Dean said. “For the love of god, no zombies.”

“Just follow her lead, okay?” Sam said.

Jack nodded, making a mental note of all the advice he’d be given. But if he wasn’t allowed to talk about zombies, what would he talk about? 

“Uh, kid.” Dean laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not moving.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” Cass said. “You’ve been standing in Dean’s beer puddle for thirty seconds now.” 

“Oh.” He felt the liquid squish below his feet.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Sam placed a hand on his back and led him to the door.

“You’ll call me if you need help?”

Leaving during a case felt wrong—like when he finished a box of cereal and it didn’t have a toy in it or when he waved at someone and they didn’t wave back—but Sam insisted he go.

“Yeah,” Sam said, opening the door for him. 

Jack lifted a slow hand and waved goodbye. 

Sam smiled and waved back; gave him that look that took half his nerves, half his pain. Then the door shut and it was time for his date.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

You know how angels typically do the two-fingers-on-the-forehead thing when they heal people? What if Jack Klines favorite way to heal the reader was through kisses? Forehead, lips, cheek, shoulder, wherever. . Thought it was a cute concept that you could do some justice

Okay so I see this more as a Headcannon just cause I can add some more details and go completely crazy with spit balling out ideas than trying to make it flow as a straight up oneshot or even drabble so let's get started!!!

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So as said above, angels can heal with just a simple touch of their fingers as we've seen Cas do it so many times.

So let's take it up a notch with our beloved nephelim Jack Kline.

Yes while he too can do the angel's healing touch, for his beloved partner (we'll go GN with this HC), he likes a more--personal way of healing.

And that's with sweet, adorable, and loving KISSES!!!! MUAW MUAW MUAW MUAW MUAW (idk if that's how you spell kissing sounds lol but anyways)

The way I see it is before you two became a couple, he did do the healing touch with his fingers.

But once the feelings were shown and you both started to accept your love for one another, Jack pondered something.

And low and behold he gets to test this little theory out when you're doing research and you get a paper cut on your finger.

When he hears you hiss in pain, he takes your hand and observes the small bit of blood trickling out of the scratch.

"I want to test something" he says to you.

"And what's that?" you question.

He doesn't speak a word, only just bringing your injured finger to his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to your wound.

Almost instantly, a small tingling sensation comes at your finger. It's not like the normal way an angel's healing touch felt.

When an angel touches you to heal you, you just feel like an instant weight has been lifted off of you. Your broken bones suddenly feel normal again, scars disappear and even bruises fade and disappear.

But this time, through his kiss. There's this tingling sensation. Like when your foot falls asleep but not as intense, it kinda tickles if you're being honest.

Then the scratch is gone and the stinging pain is no more, the only thing left behind is that tingling sensation before that too fades away.

"Did it work?" he asks with a cute puppy head tilt.

You look at him in amazement, eyes widened with awe.

"How long have you been able to do that?"

From then on, any injury you had, Jack's method of healing was like the actual way you wish your parent's kisses could be.

Accidentally cut yourself while cooking food for the guys, Jack was there to kiss your palm after wiping away the blood.

Headaches from lack of sleep or caffeine overload after burning the candle at both ends with research?

You can bet Jack is there, cupping your head between his hands and giving kiss after kiss till your headache goes away.

"This is so much better than Tylenol." you praise which makes Jack laugh.

"Happy to help heal my sweetheart." he says with that adorable smile.

Now healing on the hunts, those can be a bit rough.

Like this one time you and the guys came back from a witch hunt.

Boy did that witch treat you like a ragdoll. No better yet it was like you were Loki and she was the Hulk flinging you around across every part of the room to where it felt like every bone on your body was broken.

Fortunately that wasn't the case but it sure as hell felt it.

Twisted ankle, dislocated shoulder, two at least three broken ribs and a broken nose.

Jack was beside himself. But he stayed with you and used his healing kisses to help you.

You worried however if he drained himself of his energy because this was unlike any of the other minor injuries he's healed before like this.

So day by day, you got a kiss a day depending on the severity of the wounds.

For the broken nose and twisted ankle, they were healed within the same day.

But for the other wounds like the ribs and knees, he had to keep the connection longer by kissing your lips so that his magic could do it's job properly.

And even then, it would also drain your energy by making your body tired from the tingling sensation.

Still, Jack didn't want you to suffer in pain, so he would stay by your side and tend to what you needed while you rested up in the bed. Even giving you normal kisses (honestly you can't even pick which kisses you loved the best).

Of course there's also the times when you don't need them but ask for them anyway.

Especially during the cold winters, in Kansas, with winds up to 20+mph in like 20 degree weather.

Lips getting chapped and cold, whose to say Jack can't warm them up with a healing touch.

"Hey Jackie-bear, I think the cold winds busted my lips up, they might need some tending to and Dean never returned my chap stick. Do you think you can....."

Now Jack maybe 3 years old, but he's no fool.

He knows when you really need those healing kisses and when you don't.

But you're just so cute, there's times he just can't resist it.

"You know, if you want to kiss me. All you had to do was ask."

"Where's the fun in that?" you flirted back.

Nonetheless, he still gives you a healing kiss on the lips.

Now that spot, that spot right there is where the real fireworks happen.

Ever since he healed your ribs after that witch hunt, the healing kisses on your lips really make your kisses see fireworks (literally and figuratively).

You'd take any chance you could to get a healing kiss to come from the lips.

Whether or not Jack ever caught onto that, that you'd never know but still he happily obliges and you couldn't be happier.

Needless to say, Jack Kline is a precious boi who loves to heal his partner in any shape or form.

And he's really glad he got to heal you in a way that's more special than just an angel's touch.

An Angel's Kiss, now that--that is something truly special. And only you have gotten the pleasure of experiencing it.

And you will always be grateful.

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[heaven-s-black-box]

The Butterfly, The Flower, The Spider- Jack x fem!Reader x Belphegor

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Recovery date: January 16th, 2021

Description: Where Jack and Belphegor fall for the same girl.

Notes: This entry was decoded in conjunction with d3stined_to_explode from research lab Ao3, using the song "The Butterfly, the flower, the spider" covered by Enn Sings.

Word count: 1 022

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Though we may lose ourselves in our futile feelings and end up hurting each other, oh merciful goddess of love, please don’t crush this love, simply for your amusement. By chance, I happened to hear that familiar singing voice from my boyhood. That’s how fate had brought me once again to my  beloved from the distant past.

Jack didn’t visit earth often. He’d meant it when he told the Winchesters he wouldn’t be directly involved with the world, that he would be everywhere and nowhere. But that didn’t mean he could observe in person. After all, the best way to get something done was to do it yourself.

He was waiting for a light to change when the sound of someone humming caught his attention. 

Normally, he wouldn’t pay any attention to it, but it sounded so familiar he couldn’t help but investigate.

Turning the corner he found a young woman curled up under a tree quietly humming to herself. Jack found himself frozen in shock, he hadn’t expected her to be here. 

In a single moment, my heart was captured by that unfamiliar face. Ever so quietly, I trapped you, my dancing butterfly in the web of my threads.

“Hi, I’m Belphegor.” He smiled as he gave a small wave.

He watched the anger overcome the Winchester’s and Castiel’s faces. But what really caught his eye was the young woman sitting in the corner clutching her side.

Like the treacherous spider threads trapping their prey while it’s completely unaware, I’m getting my hands on your beautiful wings, my butterfly, still fluttering around so innocently.

“Here, let me help,” Belphegor says, watching as Y/N tries to dress her stab wound by herself.

She glares up at him, but doesn’t pull away.

The other three were off trying to keep the townspeople from panicking, and call in some back ups. Belphegor had followed her when she left to fix her wound.

As carefully as he could, he wasn’t really used to dressing wounds, he stitched her side up and tapped a gauze pad in place.

“Thanks,” she murrumurred.

“No problem sweet heart,” he smiled. 

I’ve got you, now that you’ve been trapped in the shimmering threads of my love. Putting a kiss on the scales of your trembling wings, I tied you up gently, ever so gently.

“Can’t sleep?”

Belphegor bit back a laugh as Y/N jumped, spilling her water on the counter, and turned to glare at him.

“No, I want to be up at,” she checked her watch, “ 3 a.m.”

“No need to bite my head off.” He leaned back against the counter and watched her down what he assumed was advil. “So… wanna talk about it?”

“Why do you care?” She asked, finally snapping.

He’d been following her all day, and while she didn’t particularly hate it, it worried her. Who knew what he was plotting? Not to mention it was a very Jack thing to do, and he was very much not Jack.

Whenever she turned to see him behind her, or at her side, a part of her thought it was Jack there. 

“Because,” he stepped over to her and tilted her chin up. Leaning forwards, he whispered, “this is fun.”

“…I’m not letting you away, do you know that?”

Closing the distance, he kissed her.

And Y/N couldn’t find it in herself to pull away.

The foolish captured butterfly, unable to run away, can only fall deeper into the  trap. Oh merciful goddess of the moon, please don’t bring the night to an end, simply for  your amusement.

Holding her wrist, Belphegor pulls Y/N back to where she’d been sleeping. 

His hold was light, and she could step away if she wanted to. But maybe it was Jack’s face that made her stay. Or maybe it was her own heart. Either way, she followed silently with no resistance.

Y/N fell asleep that night, with Belphegor holding her close. It’s one of the most peaceful nights she’s had in a long time.

My feelings for him keep growing stronger, but I can  only whisper them to myself, like a prayer. The fleeting dream of my first love has been  completely crushed.

That night, she dreams of the bunker and Jack. She dreams of movie marathons and late night baking sprees because he doesn’t sleep and she isn’t tired. But most importantly, she dreams of a happiness she never thought she’d feel and a sense of normality.

The next morning, she wakes up alone with dried tears staining her cheeks.

Like a flower that can only wait in silence for the  butterfly to descend on it, the only thing I can do is to look at you from afar, my  butterfly, as you flutter around so sweetly. Despite the urge to talk to her, Jack stays away.

Instead, he looks around and spots an ice cream cart. Quickly making his way over, he orders a twist cone and takes a seat on one of the stone walls nearby.

Looking up, he notices that Y/N isn’t alone. He then realized she hadn’t been humming to herself, but rather the young boy now sound asleep on her lap.

You’re like a butterfly that has gracefully descended on my budding flower of love, and you’ve captured  my heart. Drunken on the fragrance of the nectar you took  from me, I burn for you, though it’s only in secret.

Both Jack and Y/N are unaware of the second pair of eyes watching her.

Across from Jack, Belphegor leans back on a tree branch. 

He’d recently been revived, though he didn’t think anyone knew. And with the current state of hell, that was to say it was much too peaceful for his taste, he’d decided to explore the world.

That had led him here, to somewhere in Canada, where he’d picked up on some rumors of a familiar hunter. It hadn’t taken him long to find Y/N from there.

Both the nephilim and demon sat in an odd sense of serenity as they watched the person with the key to their hearts.

“…I love you.”

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[cas-coding]

dean always wakes up early. he's not sure if it's a habit or if he's just a morning person, but he can't sleep past eight for the life of him. he'll drag himself downstairs and consume a healthy amount of caffeine before jack is joining him in the kitchen, and dean's already got the pancakes cooking.

cas never wakes up early. if he's up before ten, the world is in danger, but it's nice. jack and dean have the mornings to themselves, though it often morphs into jack staring at the television until cas comes to say goodmorning, dean either doing a quick cycle of laundry or maintaining baby.

dean will always say goodmorning to cas and plant a loud kiss on his husband's cheek, which jack will gag at a little and then smile, because ew, his dads are so in love it's gross. dean will run up to jump in the shower, and cas will reheat whatever dean made hours ago, and then he'll pretend like he doesn't fully intend on ditching that food just so he can shower with dean.

cas never combs his hair, giving him a solid five minutes to wash up in the shower alone while dean stares in their bathroom mirror, getting his hair all in order for the day before pulling on some jeans and a flannel that cas will no doubt roll his eyes at. there's a small tube of concealer that claire left over last time she visited, one conveniently close enough to dean's shade to cover whatever hickeys cas may leave in his wake.

dean will take baby on a joyride, claiming to grab groceries or swing by to say hi to whoever's closest, but cas knows the freedom dean gets from the open road, and so he says nothing.

cas and jack will tend to the little garden out back, jack poking at each plant and knowing if it's ripe or not, but still asking cas anyway. sometimes, cas will throw jack a smile and lie, just to see what jack would do, but all their son does is smile and laugh, telling cas, wow, you look just like dad when you lie.

dean is always the first to burrow into the covers at night, crawling in just before his favorite soap begins, patting the bed for cas to sit with him. he always does, curling right into his husband's side like he was meant to be there, running his fingers through dean's hair and over his face, counting the freckles there.

cas will count out each number until he can't anymore, dean's show having concluded and dean himself rising from the bed, moving into the bathroom to brush his teeth. cas will smile as dean nearly drools down his chin trying to talk and brush at the same time, and then cas will walk over and wipe the toothpaste off of dean's mouth, wrapping his arms around his husband from behind.

dean will never say anything, but he always relaxes in cas' touch, and maybe it's got something to do with cas' grace hanging on a chain around his neck, but he hopes it doesn't, he hopes it's just cas, no magic needed.

cas will curl up behind dean in bed, pressing his lips softly to dean's neck. with his tongue, he traces out the enochian sigil of protection, and though it won't do anything, it's peaceful, a pattern they've fallen into.

dean will sigh and mumble out the words, the words he struggled to say so often.

cas would smile softly in return, replying, i love you too.

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[echoing-oursong]

Kat’s 20th birthday event! Supernatural style!

To celebrate my birthday I have set up an event. I will take any type of variant of creative style for these prompts. Gifs, moodboards, edits, fics, oneshots, poems, and etc are all welcome :) These will be the prompts but you can also do anything that’s close with the prompts

Jack Kline and Kelly / Jack + found family - July 8

Patience Turner + visions / Patience Turner + family - July 9

Sam + heaven + hell / sam + god - July 10

absence + presence of god / angels - July 11

home / cycles of the narrative - July 12

Mary Winchester + death / Mary Winchester + rebirth - July 13

spn + fall out boy / spn + taylor swift / spn + any music - July 14 MY BIRTHDAY 🥳🥳

I will be tracking the tag #katbirthdayevent so tag that with all the prompts! Have fun 🤩

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[orpheustiel]

castiel & jack, dean/castiel, 1,774 words, rated g

Summary: “Why is it that you put Dean above everything else?”

Before Jack even finished his sentence, Castiel felt his smile dissolve and the muscles of his face harden. He knew the answer. Of course he knew the answer. In a second he felt the pressure of Hell, the warmness of Dean, the loneliness of falling, the relief of Free Will and a pressure on his human stomach and heart, sweat on his human hands and the need to look down, avoiding Jack’s eyes.

agape, on ao3

“Castiel?” Jack’s voice sounded low on the quiet bunker. Dean and Sam had gone to sleep not too long ago, leaving Jack and Castiel alone in the darkness of the television room – or, as Dean insisted to call it, The Dean Cave, and Castiel would often refer to the room as that in thought.

So far, they had been in a comfortable silence. Jack browsed through videos on their new television (which was so complex that Castiel often found himself comparing its intricate system to the work of Angels), never really settling on anything, but actually watching a few seconds or minutes of each video and then moving on to another one randomly. Castiel watched Jack and mentally went through his memories of the last couple months, searching for things he could’ve missed that would help them with the current missions – faces, objects, waves, sounds, ideas, feelings, and thoughts.

“Yes, Jack?” Castiel responded, looking at his eyes and feeling his face relax into a small smile, as it always did. Jack looked back at him with the same openness Castiel believed himself to have. An openness he would only find in other angels and missed when communicating with humans.

Memories of Dean came to Castiel – Dean talking to him, explaining, telling, asking, joking. He felt glad that with Jack he could have a different relationship, more open, with less camouflages in the physical and spiritual sense.

Jack selected another video, this time, a 7 hour and 40 minutes of piano with rain sounds and let go of the remote “Can I ask you something?”

Castiel nodded, closing his eyes briefly and smiling a bit more, gesturing for Jack to continue.

“Why is it that you put Dean above everything else?”

Before Jack even finished his sentence, Castiel felt his smile dissolve and the muscles of his face harden. He knew the answer. Of course he knew the answer. In a second he felt the pressure of Hell, the warmness of Dean, the loneliness of falling, the relief of Free Will and a pressure on his human stomach and heart, sweat on his human hands and the need to look down, avoiding Jack’s eyes.

“I mean,” Jack continued, unaware of the cacophony of thoughts and feelings Castiel was perceiving, “I get it. Dean can be nice sometimes, he is funny, brave, he cares about his family and fights for what is right. I get that. But Sam is all of that too, and with Dean it’s like…” Jack had been talking fast, as if he had the speech prepared beforehand and was rushing through it so Castiel wouldn’t interrupt, but now he stopped, choosing his words, and hardening his look before finishing “it’s like you don’t care about anything else other than him.” Jack relaxed, as if accepting the truth of his next words “And you care about me too, I know. I just don’t understand why is it that Dean is so important when…you know.”

“When he has treated you the way he has?”

In the second between Jack finished speaking and Castiel began, countless thoughts were measured in his head. Castiel decided that maybe with Jack he could trust the truth. Relief washed over him as he sat back and fixed his gaze on Jack.

“Has anyone told you the story of how Dean and I met?” Jack shook his head and sat back as well, crossing his legs, and waiting for Castiel to continue.

Castiel spoke of Heaven’s Plan, his garrison, and the Righteous Man. He told Jack of Hell and of holding a soul, which is less like holding with your arms, but more like convoluted ties of energy that isn’t translatable in any human language, as it’s not thing humans can experience.

“But Dean wasn’t grateful. Of course, knowing him now makes it easier to understand why, but, at the time, I felt…confused.” Castiel shifted where he was sat, positioning his body in a way to show Jack he wanted him to pay attention “And that’s just the thing, Jack– ” a smiled creeped of his face before he could help it. He used to be able to control that before “I felt.”

Castiel explained to Jack about orders, the Divine Plan and how, even though he had broken the patten before, the only time it was unfixable was when he helped Dean.

As he talked, Castiel molded his words to fit his listener. Even though he had never had an opportunity to tell about his history with Dean so freely before, which caused him great satisfaction, he also felt the need to be careful. The things he and Dean have gone through have been hard and gruesome. The things he felt and thought about Dean were sometimes too great for Castiel himself. So he chose his words carefully.

He finished after telling in littler details the past few years, and Jack immediately said “You two met in an extraordinary situation and have formed deep connection because of it.”

Castiel held back the smile forming on his lips. He moved his hands to help him sit back once again, just now realizing he had been fidgeting his fingers against each other. Just another of the various human behaviors that have installed themselves into his routine.

“Yes, we did. And have been going through many other extraordinary situations ever since, which has made it only strengthened it. In more common terms, you could say he is family.”

Jack nodded and furrowed his brows, taking it serious – Castiel didn’t hold back his smile this time, thinking of Jack being raised by Winchesters.

“In other common terms” Jack asked, tilting his head forward “you love him.”

There it was again. The coldness in his stomach, the blood rushing just faster enough to make him feel the need to move his hands. The waves going through him changing course, turning upside down.

“Jack…” But Castiel didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve spent some nights reading the Bible” Jack began explaining “and I try to make parallels between the people in the story and people I know in real life, to help me understand them better. A lot of the times they mention love, it reminds me of what I see in you two.”

Memories passed through Castiel. Choices he made for Dean, time he has spent with Dean, conversations he has had with Dean. He understood what Jack meant.

Castiel joined his hands and leaned forward on his knees. He has wondered much about that as well. Love is human experience like no other – it’s so incredibly abstract, not alike anything else, not working in humans’ minds like other feelings like happiness or pleasure do.

It wasn’t until he became close to a human himself that he began to understand what they meant by love.

He recalled being with Dean on the bunker, Dean teaching how to work the shower and handing him clothes, promising the movies they would watch, and the food Dean would make Castiel eat. He also recalled seeing Dean once again months later, his anger, frustration, anxiety, and something else, that surged when Dean came into his workplace and messed with his life.

Reconnected with his Grace, Castiel had to reimage love, to remember what it was like and translate it to what it had to be now.

“I believe love is a name we give to what is actually many behaviors.” Castiel answered and Jack relaxed, looking at him. “It is not only about feeling, but showing that you feel it. For humans, love is not only one feeling, but a collection of them working together.” Jack nodded, showing he understood, and Castiel kept going “For me, it became easier to think about it as a collection of actions. Humans show the feelings through actions, so I believe it makes sense.”

“So, love is showing love?” Jack asked, unsure.

Castiel grinned “Yes, Jack, I believe it is.” He waited for Jack to pay attention to him again before continuing “Some time ago, philosophers in Greece studied love by tearing it in three – called eros, philia and agape. Maybe they understood love better than the English.”

“What do they mean?”

“Eros is, in reality, a name borrowed from the Angels. You remember them, the Cherubs” Jack nodded “Yes, well. The Cherubs make those who they pierce with their arrow experience sexual attraction and the need to be together. Eros refers to romantic love, physical attraction.

“Philia is considered the purest and sincerest form of love. It’s the love we share with our family and the ones we’re loyal to.

“Agape is…harder to explain, there are complex discussions involving it. But it is a connection to the universe, nature, humanity and, in some cases, could be the connection to God.”

Jack hums showing he followed the explanation and asks “The love between you and me is Philia.” He smiles, showing his teeth and Castiel feels what could only be described as love growing in his chest.

“Yes, Jack, it is.” He agrees, but wonders if he is capable of anything other than agape.

“And between you and Dean…it…is…”

Jack doesn’t meet Castiel’s face when speaking and Castiel wonders how long Jack has been meaning to ask if what he saw from him towards Dean was “is it Eros?” Jack finishes, keeping his head down but moving his eyes up to watch Castiel.

Castiel thought about Dean’s presence. The warmth of his soul. His hands on Castiel’s wrist, arm or shoulder. His smile. The way he said Cas. The feeling Castiel got on his stomach every time it was late at night, and he sat on Dean’s bed with him to watch a movie, their knees touching. The waves around him tingling. The need to protect him, to be close to him, to destroy the whole world so there was only them, to save the whole world for him. His thoughts, desires, fears and wishes.

He looked at his hands and moved his fingers.

“Perhaps it is all three.”

Jack hummed, agreeing.

“I get it now. Thank you, Cas.”

Castiel loved him and loved him. Jack showed his feelings with such openness, such desire to form connection. He was so proud of the being they were raising.

“Thank you for listening, Jack.” He took a deep breath and dared to ask “Jack, would you mind if we kept all of this between us?”

Jack nodded, this time with more energy “Of course. It can be weird to mention other people’s romantic feelings out loud. Sam though me that.”

Castiel wondered what prompted this lesson and grew impossibly fonder of all of them.

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