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Bonnie and Clyde...sort of (part 2)

CHARACTERS: Jack Kline, Platonic!Reader

PAIRING: Jack x Reader

AGE: Early 20s

SUMMARY:  When left alone in a motel room with only lore books to entertain yourselves and strict instructions to not leave, you and Jack decide to get a bit rebellious and decide it’s time for an adventure. Whether or not this adventure ends in your untimely demise is the real question.

WARNINGS: cursing, alcohol

A/N: You all probably hate me because it’s literally been a year since I’ve been on this blog and I promised more writing BUT I’M HERE NOW MY BAD Y’ALL. I hope this part makes up for it hehe

Part 1 

MASTERLIST

Within seconds you and Jack were racing down the road, the motel in the rearview mirror. The weather was quite cold, with leaves littering the road and frost visible on the corners of the windshield. You weren't sure if Jack got cold, you were assuming he did since the kid WAS half-human, so you turned up the heat along with the music and couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. 

You’ve only ever driven the Impala once, and it wasn't under the greatest circumstances. Long story short you were the only one between you and the Winchesters that was both conscious and able to use all four limbs. It wasn't very glorious. This time was different though, you were able to feel the rumble of the engine underneath you and your hands grasped the steering wheel with such comfort and perfection you never wanted to let go. You would never admit this to Dean’s face, but this was a kick-ass car. 

Jack noticed your freakishly large smile and cocked his head in curiosity, "So, where are we heading?" He was going along with this insane plan of yours, but he had not a clue of where you were taking them or where this sudden burst of energy came from. Sure, in the first few weeks of getting to know you Jack noticed how impulsive and reckless you could be but this was a whole new level of crazy.

You quickly offered a glance and shrugged, "Not really sure. I figured the first place we pass by that looks interesting, we'd stop. That's part of the whole 'adventure' thing and whatnot."

He nodded and looked back at the road ahead, in which he immediately pointed forward and urged you to pull over. When you looked to the right side of the road, you saw a small, run-down building with motorcycles parked in every available spot in front of it. Men in leather jackets with brooding expressions and women covered in tattoos and cigarettes between their fingers were hanging out all around the gravel parking lot. It was your typical cliché biker joint. 

Something in the pit of your stomach made you hesitate from pulling into the biker joint right away, maybe you two could find another place that wasn't littered with men in leather with nasty attitudes, but Jack seemed excited about the place. So you gave in and pulled up alongside the motorcycles, earning a couple of suspicious looks, and turned off the Impala.

Jack looked surprisingly at ease with the ghost of a smile never leaving his lips. Both of you eyed the place from the comfort of the Impala for a few seconds before you finally spoke up.

"So, I'm assuming this is a bar of some sort. Obviously, there are a lot of guys here that look like they’re ten seconds away from shanking us if we even give them a dirty look. I wouldn't doubt for a second they’re packing too," at that, you reached over Jack into the glove compartment and pulled out the spare gun Dean had slipped in there the night prior, "and good thing we are too. Also, I think you’re going to need this."

You also pulled out a thin, black wallet and dropped it into Jack's open hands. He looked from you to the wallet in confusion. You urged him to open it and when he did he pulled out a single ID with his face on it. 

"Jack Frost?" he questioned. 

You slipped the card out from between his fingers and examined it for yourself. "I think I did a pretty good job don't you, Mr. Frost?"

"But it says here I am 24 years old," he questioned again.

"That you are my friend. As long as you flash this ID around, you are 24 years old until the end of time."

You placed the ID back in between his fingers and slipped the spare gun in the waist of your jeans. You felt the bulge of your own wallet in your back pocket as you shifted in the driver's seat. Jack had slipped the ID back into the wallet you handed him and silently put it in his own pocket. Both of you exited the car, swiftly made your way around the group of scary bikers, and walked through the old wooden doors of the bar. 

"Now, Mr. Frost, care to buy me a drink?”

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How in the actual hell has it been almost a year since I’ve posted on here??? Time sure flies when you are struggling in school and dealing with a worldwide pandemic...ha ha ha...

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Bonnie and Clyde...sort of

CHARACTERS: Jack Kline, Platonic!Reader

PAIRING: Jack x Reader

AGE: Early 20s

SUMMARY:  When left alone in a motel room with only lore books to entertain yourselves and strict instructions to not leave, you and Jack decide to get a bit rebellious and decide it’s time for an adventure. Whether or not this adventure ends in your untimely demise is the real question.

WARNINGS: none really, a bit of cursing 

A/N: I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted a new one-shot, but here you go my beautiful readers. I plan on making this a 4 part mini-series because my brain is too chaotic and can never stick to a short and simple plot. Leave a comment and tell me what you think!

MASTERLIST

Your heart pounded so fast and so loud in your chest, it drowned out the low rumbling of the Impala as it raced down the deserted road....and Jack's screaming beside you.

"(Y/N) I told you this was a bad idea! We are in so much trouble. Do you realize how much trouble we are in? Oh my god, we are in so so much-"

"Jack!" you screamed. His paranoid yelling had you two seconds away having a mental breakdown yourself. You looked away from the road for a few seconds to glance at Jack and saw how scared he truly was. His eyes were wide and his face was flushed from yelling. He was gripping the door handle so hard his knuckles were white, which weren't so different from your own. Your grip on the steering wheel was so tight you thought you were going to break it into two if you squeezed any harder.

You opened your mouth to reassure him that everything would be absolutely fine, but there was a pit in your stomach that told you otherwise. You clamped your lips shut and turned your attention back to the road.

"We are so screwed," you muttered to yourself.

SIX HOURS EARLIER

The hotel room that Sam, Dean, and Cas had stuck you and Jack in was closing in on you by the hour. It had been a couple of hours since they went out on "FBI" business, but it felt like days. You had been doing research ever since you all showed up in this small town for a case three days ago, and you swore if you read one more sentence about lore your brain was going to melt out of your skull.

Jack, on the other hand, had the patience of a saint. You picked your head up from the bed you were laying on and saw him reading a red leather book that looked to be older than both of you. You scoffed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

"Jack, how are you still reading that? Aren't you bored?"

He looked up at you and simply shook his head, "No, Sam and Dean need our help and that is what I intend to do," he lifted up the book and nodded towards it, "I want to help."

Now you were off the bed and began pacing in front of him, "but aren't you getting cabin fever? I mean we've been in this room for-"

"Three days, fourteen hours, and...42 minutes."

You rolled your eyes in slight annoyance and continued," A really long time."

Stepping forward, you took the book out of Jack's hand and placed it closed on the table. He whined in protest, trying to reach for the book, but you pushed it farther out of his reach. "Nope, Jack we are not going to sit in this musty hotel room for another second. Grab your coat, my young friend, we are going on an adventure!"

You gave him a bright smile and pulled him out of his chair by his arm. You ran around the room gathering your wallet with your fake IDs, a granola bar Sam left on the counter, and when you began pulling on your coat you heard a jingling behind you. Turning you saw Jack with a set of keys in his hands. Your eyes widened in excitement and you reached forward to take the keys from him.

"No way," you muttered. You raced over to the window and confirmed your suspicion while Jack watched you race around the room like a mad person.

"Uh (Y/N), are you alright?"

You turned away from the window to face him, looking like a kid in a candy store.

"Jack, Dean left the keys to the Impala. Do you know what this means," you asked with excitement. He stared back at you in both confusion and concern. "I don't think I want to know."

With a sigh and an eye roll, you reached forward and grabbed Jack's hand. Leading both of you outside, you walked over to the driver's side, leaving Jack in front of the car on the sidewalk.  

"This means A: Dean is an idiot for leaving his keys behind and B: things just got a hell of a lot more fun."

You climbed into the driver's seat without any hesitation and put the keys in the ignition. Jack was still standing outside, glancing around as if Dean was going to jump out from behind a bush and catch them any second taking his baby for a ride.

You watched Jack for a second and reached over to knock on the passenger window. He jumped at the sudden knock and finally pushed himself to get into the car. You noticed how uneasy he seemed and for the first time since you hatched this insane plan, you realized how afraid and anxious he might be.

Your intention was never to make him feel uneasy. You thought being cooped up in that old motel room was the last thing either of you needed, but maybe it was less about staying in the confines of those four walls and more about disobeying Sam, Dean, and Cas.

"Hey," you reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He glanced over at you, his eyes wide in nervousness, "if you don't want to take the Impala for a joy ride I totally get. We can go back inside and forget I ever hatched this crazy plan."

Jack stared back at you, letting your words sink in. He would give anything to get rid of these emotions gripping at his heart, but the sheer thought of the disappointment that his surrogate fathers would have for him scares him more than anything. He also knew how much getting out of the hotel meant to you, and part of him wanted to spend some time with you. Maybe he would learn something that the trio would never be able to teach him.

"No," he shook his head after taking a second to think, "No, I want to go."

You stared back at him in surprise and let your hand fall down on the seat, "Are you sure? I...I know how much staying in the guys' good graces is for you. Trust me, when I first met them, the thought of disappointing them made me feel like throwing up."

You gave him a small smile, one in which he gratefully returned. "I'm serious Jack, we can bail."

Again he shook his head, much more confident now, and buckled his seatbelt into place, "let’s go on that adventure."

PART 2 COMING SOON!

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Jack x Reader

Bonnie and Clyde...sort of - When left alone in a motel room with only lore books to entertain yourselves and strict instructions to not leave, you and Jack decide to get a bit rebellious and decide it’s time for an adventure. Whether or not this adventure ends in your untimely demise is the real question.

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Castiel x Reader

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Dean x Reader

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Sam x Reader

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TFW 2.0 x Reader

Whiskey and Adele (2 parts) -  When Sam, Dean, and Castiel leave you alone with Jack in the bunker for a few days, you decide to make the most of having the bunker free and have fun with Jack…the funny thing is you and Jack have very different definitions of fun.

So, This is Heaven Huh? -  When things go seriously wrong on a hunt, not even the invincible determination of Team Free Will can save you.

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Whiskey and Adele

Part 1

Part 2

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Winchesters x Reader

Scream (2 parts) -  This was supposed to be a simple case, but when your recklessness puts everyone in danger you find you can do only one thing. Scream.

True Home -  Where is your true home?

Just A Nightmare -  When a gruesome nightmare has you screaming in the middle of the night, Sam and Dean come to your rescue.

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Scream

Part 1

Part 2

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current mood

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next episode is gonna fuck me up

bring on the samwitch feels. DO YOUR WORST, BOBO

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So, This is Heaven Huh?

PAIRING: TFW x Reader

RELATIONSHIP: Platonic

AGE: 20s

SUMMARY: When things go seriously wrong on a hunt, not even the invincible determination of Team Free Will can save you. 

WARNING: angst, blood, death, a whole lot of sadness

A/N: I seriously don't know where this came from, but hope you enjoy my sad boi hour writing. 

MASTERLIST

It's a strange thing, dying.

At first, all you felt was a pain. This immense pain that seemed to spread through your body, as if flames licked every inch of you. Your head felt heavy and there was this tightness in your chest that would not let up. You heard getting stabbed was painful, but you did not expect this.

You weren't very aware of what was going on around you. Shapes blurred past you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You felt a presence next to you, something moving your hands from your stomach and as quick as the pressure was gone it returned with a greater force than you were able to give.

"Hey, hey y/n, look at me okay? Just keep your eyes open and focus on me. Just focus on me and nothing else. Dean! Cas! Get in here now!"

Sam. Sam was the one next to you.

Sam tried to hold himself together, especially in front of you, but the pain that he felt when he watched that demon plunge that jagged knife into your abdomen was indescribable. He wasn't sure if Dean or Castiel were aware of what just happened to you, considering they were going toe to toe with the remainder of demons outside the abandoned house, but he prayed that they would come inside soon.

The concrete floor under you soon became a comfort as a wave of icy numbness flowed through your body, replacing the pain that once flowed through you. You weren't sure if that should come as a relief or if you should begin to worry. The pain was gone, but something wasn't right.

"S-Sam. I...I can't f-feel anything. I don't..."

You saw the color drain from his face and his eyes became glassy. So, this definitely wasn't good.

You couldn't tell if he was applying more pressure to your abdomen or not, but when you glanced down at your body all you saw was red.

Red stained clothes. Sam's red-stained hands. The jagged demon knife that was once embedded in your abdomen only moments ago. Red everywhere. You tried to place your hand on top of Sam's, maybe more pressure to your wound would help, but your arm lied limp at your side.

You couldn't feel that either.

You parted your lips to say something to Sam, anything at all, but all that came out was a trickle of blood.

"Crap," was all you were able to mutter as your own blood began to pool in the back of your throat. You tried turning over to spit it out, but you couldn't even do something as simple as that. Sam looked down at you, his hands never leaving your wound and his gaze never leaving yours. Without looking up, he began yelling for someone. Dean. Castiel. Anyone to help him keep you alive.

You had to stay alive. You just had to.

Suddenly sobs reached your ears and you noticed the tears that flowed freely from Sam's eyes and down his stubbled cheeks. The only time you had seen him cry this hard was when Dean died (which seemed to happen on multiple occasions). He never allowed himself to show so much emotion, despite the situation. Hearing and seeing him sob freely in front of you caused tears to slip down the sides of your face.

The metallic taste in your mouth began to fade. Your breaths came out in shallow, gargled gasps. That's when you knew.

You were going to die.

There was no stopping it or reversing it. The damage was done. Your vision began to grow blurry and everything sounded like it was underwater. Sam's screams and pleas sounded muffled.

Two shadows appeared behind the youngest Winchester, but you couldn't tell who they were. Your vision began to blur and grow dark.

Damn, you wished Dean and Castiel were here too.  Not only would their presence in your final moments bring you much more comfort, but you knew they would never forgive themselves for not making it you before you died.

Little did you know those two shadows were the men in question, watching you in terror and grief as you took your final breaths.

It took every ounce of energy in your body, but you lifted your hands and placed them on top of Sam’s very large and bloody ones. You weren’t sure if you were doing this for Sam or yourself, but the comfort was deeply needed and the smallest amount of fear began rising inside of you. 

The Winchester brothers begged Castiel to heal you, use his "angel mojo" as Dean had put it. They were begging for a miracle the angel could not give them. You were to close to death for him to heal you.

You were barely in your 20s and here you were in your last moments. You thought you had at least a couple of decades before you bit it. I guess that's life for you. Nothing ever works out the way you expect it to. Dying at the old age of 90 in your sleep would have been much more pleasant, but I guess there is only one way out of the hunter's life. Gruesome and bloody.

It took every ounce of energy you had left in your stiff body for you to turn your head in the direction of Sam and party and mutter the last words that would ever pass your lips.

"I'll be okay. I'll be okay. I'll..."

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At first, all you heard were birds. Birds and the rustlings of trees.

You blinked a few times to try to adjust your eyes to your new surroundings, but it only took you a few seconds to realize where you were. It looked just the same as the day you last saw it.

It was your old family house. The color. The old porch. The faded white rocking chair on said porch. The lame welcome sign on the front door that your mother constantly refused to replace. It was all the same.

There standing in front of you on the porch was the one person you thought you'd never see again.

"Castiel," his name left your lips with such softness and disbelief you weren't even sure if he heard you.

Castiel stood on the porch of the two-story house with his hands in his trench coat pockets and a melancholy expression.

You didn't bother restraining yourself as you run off the road and down the dirt path to the porch, launching yourself at him. Your arms wrapped around his torso and you buried your face into his chest, not wanting to let go. There was no hesitation on his end either as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed as tight as he possibly could.

"I am so...so sorry y/n. This wasn't supposed to happen. It's too soon for you to be here," Castiel whispered to you, his eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears.

You pulled away from his comforting embrace for a few short moments to look up at him, your expression confused.

"Cas," you began, "you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. Not you or Sam or Dean or even Jack. This was on me and only me." You looked at him with such confidence and determination as you spoke, and every word you uttered was the truth. You were dumb enough to take on those two demons on your own. You thought you could handle them. You thought you were saving everyone. You thought your plan would result in everyone walking away. You were obviously wrong about the last part.

You buried yourself back into his embrace and sighed, "and I swear if any of you try something funky to bring me back it will not be pretty for any of you. Got it?"

Castiel listened to your words, and his heart ached. How could he go back to Sam and Dean and tell them that he wouldn't bring y/n home? How could he do that to them? How is he supposed to walk back into that bunker and tell them that y/n does not want to come home? That she refused to? What if it meant any of them sacrificing themselves for the young hunter that she would have none of it?

They are going to be crushed.

Castiel pulled away and looked down at you once more, "Y/N, are you sure? I-I can't just leave you here. You belong back on Earth. Alive and well and definitely not in Heaven. This isn't right y/n. This isn't-"

"Fair? Yeah, I know," you interrupted him, " but here's the thing Cas, life isn't fair. Despite what could have been done differently downstairs to keep me alive and kicking, I'm going to chalk that up to fate. It was just my time."

You knew this speech of fate and destiny was probably going through one ear and out the other for Castiel, and you knew if Sam and Dean were here right now they'd call you on bullshit because they don't believe in fate either, but you know what the first thing you felt when you saw Castiel was? Aside from love?

Dread.

Dread of going back to Earth and fighting the "good fight". Dread of fighting one bad guy after another with no end in sight. Dread of having to be the one to bury your friends and family instead of the other way around. Dread of all the evil and pain and sorrow that you had experienced in your few short years of life.

You didn't want to say this to Castiel, not wanting him to feel worse than he already did, but the moment you opened your eyes here, in Heaven, you felt nothing but peace. Peace and happiness.

You were just so tired of fighting.

Taking a step back, You looked up at him and laid a soft hand on his cheek, "It's okay Cas. I'm okay. Trust me on that."

He laid his hand over yours and gave you a reluctant nod. You knew to leave you here killed him, but this just felt right to you. Sure you'd miss everyone, but if it meant one less person for them to worry about than it looked like it was time for you to start getting comfortable.

"Hey," you offered a smile, "at least I made it to Heaven and not the fire pit way down yonder."

Castiel barely cracked a smile, but you didn't bother to hold back your laughter. 

"You might not see me for a while," Castiel began, "I just want to say..."

You watched as he tried to find the right words to say to you, is that this might very well be the last time you would see the winged, sassy angel that you've grown way too fond of.

"Yeah Cas," you spoke with light tears forming in your eyes, "I love you too"

For the third and maybe final time, you embraced Castiel as tight as you could and after a few seconds took a few reluctant steps back away from him. You didn't realize it until a tear slipped down your chin, but the tears began to flow freely.

"Goodbye Castiel."

There was a short pause before he said anything to you, his voice a bit raspy.

"Goodbye Y/N."

You both shared such a bittersweet look, and before you knew it he was gone.

After that teary farewell, you knew what you had to do. It was time to go inside. Taking a look around you once more you chuckled to yourself and faced the familiar weathered door. You could have sworn you heard laughter and the faint sound of music, oldies to be exact, floating from underneath the door.

"So, this is Heaven huh," you questioned out loud to yourself as you pushed the door wide open, immediately being engulfed in a comforting white glow.

You were okay.

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UPDATE

Okay I am pretty sure I fixed the link, I tried it on my phone, so everything should be okey dokey!!! 

Heyo, so “Scream” was amazing and I loved how it was written! Are there only the two parts? Also I would love to read more of your stuff but the link for the master list just takes me back to your actual page :(

Hey! So I looked into the link and it works on the computer but not on the mobile app, which is super super weird. You can try copying and pasting the link into a search browser on your phone, that worked for me. I’ll definitely try and figure out what’s up with that. Also I’m so happy you enjoyed “Scream”!!! I was originally planning on two parts, but if people really love it that much I can try for a third :)))

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True Home

PAIRING: Winchester Brothers

RELATIONSHIP: Platonic

AGE: your choice

SUMMARY: Where is your true home? 

A/N: It’s been super super long since I’ve posted an imagine (school is really kicking my ass), but I finally was able to take some time out for myself and write this bad boy. It’s short, but I enjoyed writing it. I hope y’all like it too.

Ever since you started hunting with the Winchester brothers, there were 3 major things that you learned to live with.

1. Your day wasn't complete without being covered in monster guts and blood. 2. Your diet consisted mostly of fast food. 3. The open road grew to be your true home.

It's true you three had the bunker, you couldn't ask for a better hideout, but that's really what it was to you. A hideout. If you weren't in the back seat of the impala, listening to Sam and Dean bicker in slight amusement and clutching your seat belt for dear life as yet another situation arises and Dean breaks 100 mph, you were in the driver's seat of your own 1981 BMW 733i, that you managed to win in a very heated game of pool in Indiana, on your way to another hunt. These two cars were your true homes.

Sure, there was the small ache in your back after sitting in the car after about 6 hours and the loss of feeling in your legs after driving for even longer. There was the occasional roadside stop after reading the road map wrong and getting lost, with Sam and Dean playing the blame game in the background while you try to figure out where the hell you guys ended up. There was the neck aches from falling asleep while leaning against the car window and the fighting over if the windows should stay open or closed.

There was also the classic rock sing alongs you and Dean would have while Sam listens in both annoyance and amusement. There was the road games that you would urge the brothers to play and would usually ended with Sam winning and Dean being a sore loser. There was the deep conversations that always made your heart swell with love for the brothers and the late night stops to watch the stars when the sky was clear (despite his protests, Dean secretly enjoyed star gazing). There was the low rumble of the Impala that always brought your a feeling of comfort and never failed to lull you to sleep.

With anything in life, the good always comes with the bad. That right there is a fact.

And you would take the neck aches and the fast food over anything else. That right there is a fact too.

As long as you had Sam, Dean, and the Impala you had a true home. You did indeed.

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Heyo, so “Scream” was amazing and I loved how it was written! Are there only the two parts? Also I would love to read more of your stuff but the link for the master list just takes me back to your actual page :(

Hey! So I looked into the link and it works on the computer but not on the mobile app, which is super super weird. You can try copying and pasting the link into a search browser on your phone, that worked for me. I’ll definitely try and figure out what’s up with that. Also I’m so happy you enjoyed “Scream”!!! I was originally planning on two parts, but if people really love it that much I can try for a third :)))