Supernatural Jack Kline Imagines

Ice Cream?

You saw Jack huddled against himself in the alley near the motel, knees to chest with his head buried in his arms. "Hey Jack..." you spoke softly, not to scare the nephillim. He looked up, noticing your presence. There was a calm silence until he finally spoke with a soft voice, "I'm sorry." You furrowed your brows, "Sorry? For what?" you asked. "I'm a bad person, aren't I?" Your eyes widened and you held his hand. "No! Why would you think that? 'Cause of Dean? That dumb idiot doesn't know what he's talking about. Don't let him scare you, J." You told him, using the nickname that you had developed over the past 3 days of knowing him. "Y/N, do you think I'm worth saving?" Your heart dropped with sadness. You nodded and smiled softly at him "Of course." You stood up quickly, reaching out your hand so he can grab yours. "You know what? I say we should get some ice cream." Jack smiled and cocked his head. "What's that?" You reached for his hand "It's really good dessert, there's a shop down the street from here we can walk to." Jack nodded and you both strolled down the street.