#supernantural fic

[suckmysupernatural]

I Think You Are Beautiful

Word Count:~2100, one shot

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings: fluff, one mention of self injury, that’s about it?? swearing?

Summary: Meeting Jack Kline was not like anything you expected. After getting the call from Dean that they were heading back to the bunker, you expected some scary-ass monster. Instead, you saw the kindest eyes. 

Jack was only four days old when he met you. 

After Sam and Dean found Jack, they planned to take him back to the bunker. This made Dean uneasy, seeing as his younger sister lived with them. You were young, 22 to be exact, and didn’t have much experience in defending yourself. Going to college online, you majored in Library Science and planned to become a librarian. Whenever Sam and Dean needed some research done you were more than happy to pitch in, but that’s as close to hunting as you got. 

As Sam and Jack made their way over to the Impala, Dean pulled out his phone. You were number 2 on his speed dial, after Sam and before Castiel. 

“Hey, you guys alright? It has been days since you left to go meet up with Kelly and Cas.” you practically yell after picking up the phone within seconds of it ringing. You knew that they were going to try and get the Nephilim before Lucifer and the lack of an update so far has made you panicky.

“Y/N, I am so sorry we haven’t called. We will explain everything once we get back but I just wanted to let you know we are heading to the bunker now. We’ll be there by later tonight. That’s not why I called. I wanted to warn you that we have Jack and he is now a fully grown adult,” Dean said. Your eyebrows raised when you heard the last sentence. 

“Wait what? When did Kelly give birth?” you ask. It felt like a stupid question but you had no clue what to ask.

 “Four days ago. He was a full-size man in the blink of an eye and then just stopped growing. It is weird as hell but I guess we gotta roll with it. Honestly, Y/N, I don’t trust him. Sam seems to think that Jack is good or whatever but I don’t think so. He is Lucifer’s kid and crazy powerful. When we get back I want you to try and avoid him. Got it?” Dean instructed.

“Yeah, Dean. I got it.”

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You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner for you and the boys. Cooking was something you enjoyed and it was somewhat meditative. Your focus, however, was quickly brought to the sound of the bunker door opening. If you were being honest with yourself, you were nervous to meet the Nephilim. You had no idea what he was like but you had to keep reminding yourself that Sam and Dean would never put you in harm’s way. Or at least, not purposefully.

 Three pairs of footsteps filled the silence as the men made their way to the kitchen. You were almost finished with the meal when they entered. Standing in between your older brothers was a man who looked to be around your age. He was shorter than Sam and Dean, which honestly most people were. His face was one of innocence as he looked around the kitchen. Something told you that he wasn’t the monster you had expected.

“Jack, this is Y/N, our little sister. Y/N, this is Jack,” Sam introduced. It was clear he was more comfortable around Jack than Dean was. You could see the tension in Dean’s body, not letting himself relax like he usually did around the bunker.

 “Hi, Jack,” you smile, “I hope you like pasta.”

“Hello,” Jack gave you a small smile and wave back, “I have never had pasta.”

 “Oh,” you answer. It was tough to remind yourself that he was only a few days old and yet to experience most things. “Well, I guess we will see then. Sam, Dean, I’m almost done here. If you guys want you can wait in the library and I’ll bring everything out?” The boys nodded and ushered Jack to the library. This was your regular routine for when the brothers were present in the bunker. You liked to make this place feel like a home, a place where they could feel like a normal family. When the boys were off on a hunt you usually got take-out and sat in your bed to watch Netflix. It had been a routine that you enjoyed.

You filled up a bread bowl with pieces of garlic bread and put all of the pasta into a dish. You had also prepped a salad, which you knew Dean would avoid like the plague. Regardless, you liked to have a balanced meal. You brought the dishes out to the library, placing them into the center of the table. “Drinks?”

Sam and Dean both requested a beer, Jack following in their lead. It was obvious he looked to them both, especially Dean, to know how to act. It brought a small smile to your face. You nodded, grabbing the drinks as well as plates and utensils before settling down at the table. Dean sat next to you while Jack and Sam were seated across the table. The four of you served yourselves, piling food onto the plates.

“Wow! Pasta is good!” Jack exclaimed after the first bite and you couldn’t help but smile widely.

 “I’m glad you like it, Jack,” you tell him. He looked at you and for a second just stared. It wasn’t uncomfortable or creepy, more like he was just taking in the sight. It almost made you blush but he turned back to his food before that happened. The four of you made small talk, well mostly just you and the brothers. Jack was, for the most part, observing the mannerisms of the Winchesters. 

While the three of you shared similarities, Jack noticed the differences between each of you. Dean was tough and always slightly on edge. Jack guessed that hunting had made him hard, ready for whatever obstacle was thrown his way. Some might see Dean as mean, but Jack saw someone who was strong. It was obvious that his siblings meant the world to him.

Sam was softer than Dean but still a warrior. He had a kindness to him that made Jack feel comfortable in his presence. Sam let Jack be who he was, not trying to make him grow up or act a certain way. It was a nice contrast from the eldest brother who every so often looked at Jack like a monster. No, Sam was nice. There were many things that Jack didn’t understand yet and Sam was always patient with him, explaining the complexities of life. 

Then there was Y/N. Jack had only known her for a few hours but was fascinated by her. Other than his mother, she was the first woman that he had more than a minute’s interaction with. Jack didn’t understand why, but all he knew was that he wanted to be near her. She had the warmest smile that was contagious. Y/N had barely spoken to him but Jack was already addicted to the sound of her voice. He wanted to hear you explain the world to him.

The conversation had slightly died down as everyone continued to eat when Jack broke the silence.

“Y/N?” Jack asked, looking across the table at you. You gave him another one of your warm smiles.

“Yes, Jack?” you reply. 

“I think you are beautiful,” he said simply. Your smile widened even further, a blush quickly appearing on your cheeks. Sam’s eyes widened slightly in amusement while Dean choked on the beer he was drinking. None of you had expected that.

“Why thank you, Jack,” you told him. It was a heartfelt compliment, as Jack didn’t yet know that people lied about these things. He was still like a child, speaking honestly without fear of embarrassment. You were flattered, while Dean on the other hand was not happy.

 “Nope. I don’t like this, I don’t trust you! And I sure as hell don’t want you flirting with my baby sister,” Dean snapped. Jack looked at him in confusion.

“Flirting?” Jack asked. It was obvious that he wasn’t aware of the concept. Before Dean had a chance to continue chewing him out, you interrupted.

“Flirting is when you talk in a way that shows you are attracted to someone. That you want to be more than a friend with that person,” you explained. Jack looked over to Dean, sinking into his seat once he saw the glare that the man was giving him. You gave Dean a quick glare of your own before looking back to Jack. “Don’t worry Jack. You didn’t do anything wrong. Dean is just protective of me but I am an adult. If I was uncomfortable I would tell you.”

“Okay,” Jack nodded at your words. He was glad that he didn’t upset you. Jack wasn’t aware that his words could make you uncomfortable. He also couldn’t help but reprimand himself for making Dean mad yet again. All he wanted was for Dean to like him and know that he wasn’t bad. Well, Jack hoped that he wasn’t bad. 

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Once dinner was over, Sam and Dean took Jack to show him his room while you went to take a shower. You were happy with how the night had gone. It didn’t take long for Dean to calm down after Jack’s compliment and the tension eased. 

You took your shower, wrapping a towel around yourself before going to walk back to your room. The bunker was silent as you exited the bathroom, the brothers having gone to their rooms after showing Jack his. You padded your way back to your room, bare feet on the cool concrete. Just as you were about to open your bedroom door, you heard a strange noise coming from down the hall. You quickly and quietly got into your room, throwing on sweats and a tank top before grabbing your gun off of the nightstand. It was moments like this that you were thankful for the many, many gun lessons that Dean had forced you to attend. 

Tiptoeing down the fall, still barefoot, you saw the door to Jack’s new room slightly open. You put your hand flat on it, pushing it open slowly. What you saw made your eyes widen in shock. There was Jack, his back to you, stabbing himself over and over again with a kitchen knife.

“Jack?” you said softly as not to startle the boy. You put your hand on his shoulder and he turned to face you, his face clearly upset. “What are you doing?” Jack pulled the knife from his chest, looking down at the blood-covered weapon. 

“What am I?” Jack asked. You walked to stand in front of him and saw that his shirt was ripped and covered in blood, but his skin had completely healed. Jack’s eyes were filled with unshed tears as he looked at you.

“You are special, Jack, and that isn’t a bad thing. Why would you do this to yourself?” you were worried about him.

“I… I can’t die. I won’t die. What if Dean’s right? What if I am just like my father?” Jack’s voice wavered as he asked you the heartbreaking questions. You put your hand on top of his, slowly taking the knife from his grasp. You placed it down on the table behind you before turning back to the Nephilim. You put your hands on his face, forcing him to look right into your eyes.

“You are nothing like your father Jack. Dean is wrong and I know he is. You are not evil or bad or wrong. You don’t have to follow in anyone’s footsteps. Not Lucifer’s, not Dean’s, and not Sam’s. You get to choose your path, whatever it may be,” your voice was strong, wanting to get the information to sink in. Jack looked at you, the sadness in his eyes slowly dissipating. 

“You truly think that?” Jack whispered.

“Yes, Jack. Let me ask you this, what kind of person do you want to be?” 

“I want to be good. I want to help people. I… I want to be someone that you and Sam and Dean could be proud of,” Jack nodded to himself.

“Well, Jack,” you give him a soft smile, “I think that is quite doable. Now, no more hurting yourself, alright? The first person you can help is yourself. Okay?” Jack nodded, this time to you.

“Okay.”

“Jack, I am here for you. Anything you need.”

“Um… can I have a hug?” Jack asked. He had never had a real hug before but somehow knew that it would comfort him. You took your hands off of his cheeks, wrapping your wrists behind his neck and pulling him into you. Jack let his head rest on your shoulder, his arms raising to go around your waist. The two of you stood like that for a long time, just holding one another. 

Jack was new to life and didn’t know many things, but he knew one thing. That he had never felt better than when he was in your arms.