Supernatural One Shots

Jack Kline x Reader

It really irritated you when Dean bullied Jack.

He was just a kid, and couldn't comprehend the extent and complexity of Dean's pettiness. You knew he was going through some rough times, but it was no reason to take it out onto others. Especially not Jack.

Jack was a soft soul

So when you found Jack laying down on his bed, staring at nothing, you almost brushed it off as Lucifer's kid being weird.

It was when he called out to you that you froze; his voice sounded raw and cracked.

"Jack? Honey, what's wrong?" He didn't look at you as you sat down next to him on the bed. He just kept staring at the ceiling. You placed your hand on Jack's and rubbed your thumb against his. He glanced toward your hand and then his eyes flicked back to meet yours. He reluctantly sat up and maintained staring. You did, as well. A beat passed before Jack finally spoke.

"Am I... Evil?" You sighed at his question, and cupped his cheek with your other hand.

"Oh, Jack. Why would you ask that?" A part of you could already name who rather than what the culprit was.

"I've hurt people. I hurt you-" You moved your hand from his cheek to his lips, covering them gently.

"Jack. You only hurt me because you were scared. And, besides, I shouldn't have pulled my piece on you. I was scared, too." Jack's eyebrows furrowed further,

"Of me?" You immediately shook your head, and began to open your mouth. But he beat you. "If you are scared of me, that means I am bad. Right?"

"No! Jack, that's not it, at all! I was just... Confused." Jack's perplexed look didn't sway, prompting you to continue. "I was expecting you to be bad. In all honesty, I thought you were going to be a mini-me of your father," you continued before he could ask what a "Mini-me" was, "But, when I met you? You were the pinnacle of innocence and goodness. You are goodness. Jack, you are kind to everyone you meet. You understand wrong versus right, and choose to act according to each. You spread love and joy to the world, especially to me." You took both of his hands in yours and pressed on a sweet kiss. "And that is good." You looked up to see a still confused, yet optimistic, look on his face.

"So I am good?" You laughed and nodded. Jack mirrored your expression and chuckled. He held up both of your hands and also kissed them, eliciting even more laughter from the both of you.

"Good! I am good!" he declared, more proud than anything. You squeezed his hands tightly and replied,

"Yes. Very." You moved to stand but Jack maintained his grip on your hand.

"(Y/n)."

"Hm?"

"Do you love me?" Your heart stopped for a second. You studied him for a second. There wasn't a joke anywhere on his face. Did he find out? It was no secret to the rest of the world that you had the hugest crush on Jack. Well, the rest of the world, excluding Jack. You chuckled when you realized what he had meant.

"Of course, Jack. We're family." Jack nodded, but his eyebrows remained furrowed. "What's wrong, honey?"

"Like, Sam and Dean are family?" You nodded, hiding the brief disappointment at your lie. "No. That's the wrong kind."

"Wrong kind? Of love? Jack there's no such thing." Jack continued to shake his head and scooted closer to you. He was so close you were afraid that he could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest.

"Sam told me that there are many different kinds of love. Familial love, like the kind I share the Sam and Dean, platonic love, those between friends, and romantic love. And those are only the ones I know of." You were growing nervous at the direction in which this conversation was going.

"Platonic love...?" you managed to squeak out. Jack shook his head again and you felt his hands on your waist. What was normally, a casual and familiar gesture set sparks flying through you and made your heart race.

"He told me, 'Love has millions of derivatives, but only one meaning,'" Your legs were growing weak and your eyes were still locked on his, but Jack continued, "I believe, that you are that meaning." Crap. You couldn't even begin to resist as Jack ever so softly and gently pressed his lips against yours.

You felt one of his hands reach up to your shoulder blades, the other on the small of your back. You subsequently followed and wrapped both of your arms around his neck, the two of you pressing into each other fervently. You eventually had to break apart at the risk of you passing out. You looked up at Jack, who had the widest grin he'd ever held.

"What's so funny?" you asked with a laugh, and Jack simply brought you closer to him again.

"You taste like nougat." You snorted and let out a cackle, dropping your head on his shoulder.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

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