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saltandburnbabyy · 6 years ago

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Whiskey and Adele - part 1

PAIRING: Team Free Will 2.0 x Reader

RELATIONSHIP: Platonic

AGE: your choice

SUMMARY: 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.

WARNINGS: just a bit of swearing, drinking, that’s about it

A/N: I do not own Supernatural or any of its beautiful characters.

It was 5:30am and all that mattered to you was the cup of coffee sitting snug in between your hands. You stared down at the coffee, completely unaware of the excitement that was taking place around you. Why the hell was everyone up so goddamn early? You were never a heavy sleeper, thanks to being raised in the life, so when the rushed footsteps of Sam, Dean, and Castiel paced outside of your bedroom door for almost an hour you knew something was wrong.

Taking a sip of your coffee, the steam swirling in front of your face, you sighed in relief as you felt the hot, bitter liquid travel down your throat. You were so invested in your coffee that you didn't notice Sam watching you from the kitchen counter, shoving food in his backpack. His green eyes held a hint of humor as he watched you drink your boiling coffee with your eyes barely open.

"(Y/N), you didn't have to get up, we would've left you a note," Sam explained as he zipped up his backpack, the last granola bar finally packed away. He left the bag on the counter as he walked over to the table and took a seat across from you. You placed the chipped mug on the table in front of you and turned to Sam, slightly irritated.

"Trust me, I'd be sleeping like the dead right now if it wasn't for all the ruckus outside of my door. Also, it sounded kind of urgent so I figured I'd drag my ass out of bed and see if you guys needed any help with anything.”

At that moment Dean sped into the kitchen in a slight panic. His gaze tore across the kitchen as if searching for something, "Has anyone seen my-aha! There you are." He walked over to another counter located in the kitchen and snatched his gun up. Lifting up the back of his shirt, he slid the gun into the back of his jeans and finally gave you and Sam some attention. Especially you.

"Well you look like crap on a stick," Dean commented to you as he took a seat next to Sam. All you did in return was give him a death glare, one you honestly though could burn a hole through his head. Sam noticed your frustration and shot Dean his signature bitch face, "you're an idiot."

You brought the cup to your lips to take another sip of your coffee as you heard Sam's comment. That caused your heart to swell in your chest a little bit and a smile to form on your lips. It was moments like these, stupid and mundane moments, that reminded you why you loved the Winchesters so much. They were the only family you had left in this world, related or not, as well as Castiel. Then when Jack came into the picture you had no problem welcoming him into this dysfunctional family with open arms. Those four men were the light of your life, and considering the line of work you were all in you learned very quickly to appreciate the simple things in life, like the boys’ bickering.

They were still lightly bickering between themselves as Castiel walked in. He looked over to you in genuine surprise. "(Y/N)? I assumed you would be sleeping."

You turned in your chair to face him and smiled, "Do you know what happens when you assume Cas?"

He simply stared down at you in utter confusion, "I don't quite understand what you are referring to. Is this some type of riddle?" Castiel sighed and occupied the last seat at the table. "I never know with you nowadays."

You giggled in response, brushing off your stupid joke, as you stood up and went to go place your empty coffee mug in the sink. Turning to the trio you started to express your slight concern.

"Is this another hunt? I mean, what else can it be?" You crossed your arms over your chest and studied the three men.

"It's a hunt," Dean explained, "but you ain't going. Not this time."

At that, you grew annoyed. Sam probably picked up on your feelings, he always does, and attempted to explain everything is a softer manner.

"It'll only be for a day or two. Three days max. I promise." He offered a sympathetic smile knowing fully well how pissed you were starting to become. They were going on a hunt without you? Out of all the things they could pull this was the shittiest. Your arms were still crossed as you narrowed your eyes at the three men sitting in front you.

Unbelievable.

"This is unfair and you guys know it," you expressed, "I should be going on a hunt with you guys. Not stuck here in the damn bunker. If this is about Jack being alone-"

Castiel stood up to walk over to you, and placed a firm yet reassuring hand on your shoulder, "(Y/N), we are just simply unsure of what kind of creature we'd be hunting. All we want is for you and Jack to be out of harm's way." Dean stood up and took a spot next to Castiel, "and if that means leaving you both behind here in the bunker than that's what's going to happen." You gave them all pointed looks before sighing in defeat. There really was no use fighting them on this and you really needed another cup of coffee. "Well I still think this is a crappy idea," you huffed, "who's going to save your asses this time around?"

With a chuckle, Dean pulled you into his side and planted a small kiss on top of your head. You were shocked by the sudden affection but wasn't complaining in the slightest. He smelled like gunpowder and the cheap, cologne smelling soap he always used. Your frown slowly disappeared as you looked up at him, "what was that for?"

Dean didn't directly answer you as he began walking out of the kitchen, "see you in a few days kiddo." Castiel offered a small, reassuring smile before following close behind the oldest Winchester.

Sam, with his bag full of food slung over his shoulder, walked over to you and embraced you in a big hug. This caused a laugh to bubble up from inside you as you were reminded yet again just how much he towered over you. His long arms wrapped around your small frame and hugged you tight. You returned the embrace with a quick squeeze around his middle before releasing him, "All three of you better come back alive and in one piece. If not, you better believe I'll bring you back and kick the crap out of all of you."

Sam laughed and gave you a small nod, "you got it." With that, he walked out of the kitchen and within a minute the sound of the bunker door closing echoed throughout the halls.

You stood there, the feeling of serenity lingering in the room. You had no doubts that whatever the boys were hunting would be a walk in the park for them, but there was always that small part of you that worried. There would always be that part of you that worried. Being a hunter wasn't a walk in the park and you were never guaranteed to see tomorrow. You shook your head, shaking off the feeling of uncertainty, and headed back to your room to get a few more hours of sleep.

It was now 5pm, and you sat at a table with another cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. Jack had finally made an appearance from his room and sat across from you, looking bored out of his mind. "So, what should we do while Castiel, Sam, and Dean are away?"

You glanced up from your book, it was on zombies and it wasn't holding your interest in the slightest, and sighed softly, "I'm not sure. We really shouldn't travel anywhere and Dean only left $300 in case of an emergency." Jack sat up in his chair, "What exactly would be considered an emergency?"

"Well," you closed the book and pushed it to the side, "Food. In case we get attacked, have to go on the run, and change our identities. Now there's a pricey experience." You chuckled to yourself, glancing down at your book, but noticed the thick beat of silence before he spoke up.

"Who would attack us though?" Jack's words were laced with worry.

You slowly looked up with a confused yet apologetic expression, "It was just a joke, Jack."

"Oh."

You noticed he suddenly took on a serious demeanor and you turned in your seat to fully face the young Nephilim. "Listen, Jack, I'm sure everything is perfectly fine. I was just being an idiot. It's only a few days. Besides, you have me. Not to toot my own horn, but I can be a hell of lot more fun than Thing 1, Thing 2, and Thing 3." You watch Jack's lip twitch with a small smile. You smiled yourself, think back to when you introduced The Cat in the Hat to Jack.

That was a very interesting day, to say the least.

You stood up, stretched your arms, and groaned lazily. "I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to jump in the shower. How about we watch a movie when I'm done. You can pick it out if you want."

You've never seen Jack smile so wide before, which only caused you to laugh. He pondered over something for a minute which caused you to study him in amusement. He finally stood up as if the chair he was sitting in was on fire.

"I think I know the perfect movie that we can watch."

You didn't even get the chance to ask him what he had in mind before he took off down the hall. You heard his sneakers squeak with every step. Standing there in mild shock, you simply smiled in content and made your way to your room.

Before you knew it you were showered and made your way to Jack's room. The sound of your bare feet against the wooden floor barely made a sound as you approached his room, his door ajar.

You pushed the door open without bothering to knock, "Hey Jack, let's get this show on the-"

The scene that you were met with was one you didn't think you'd ever see in your lifetime. "Holy crap," you muttered to yourself.

Jack was spinning in the middle of the room, his arms outstretched with a glass bottle in his right hand. The contents of the bottle swished around as he continued to spin around. You were completely frozen in your spot as you took in the scene in front of you. Empty bottles of alcohol, what kind you weren't sure, were lined up neatly on the floor near Jack. There were at least 10 bottles in that neat cluster. The one in Jack's hand looked half empty. There was a movie playing on his television. It looked like one of Dean's old western movies. Clint Eastwood? Who knows.

Oh no.

Dean.

Alcohol.

"Jack," you pleaded, taking small steps towards him, "please don't tell me you took these bottles from Dean's room."

Dean had a secret stash of his favorite whiskey in his room and not one soul was allowed to touch it.

He stopped spinning at the sound of your voice, barely being able to stop himself in a calm manner. The alcohol in his hand sloshed around, more of it spilling from the bottle. His eyes widened from excitement as he ran towards you and tackled you in a hug. You winced as the hug grew tighter and tighter, Jack forgetting his strength. He smelled of whiskey. Yep, definitely whiskey. You didn't even realize Jack could get drunk.

"Jack," you wheezed, "dude you're crushing me." You tried to wiggle out of his embrace, hoping he'd get the message. Usually, you didn't mind the smell of whiskey, considering that's the third choice of beverage in the bunker behind coffee and beer, but the smell was giving you a small headache. Jack finally let go and pushed the bottle in his hand towards you. Glancing down at the bottle, you gingerly took it from him and held it to your chest.

"Um Jack, buddy, what the hell is going on?"

"I went looking for, uh, some, uh, movies! Yeah, movies. I found some in Dean's room. He has so many movies in his room, did you know that? He also has a hidden picture of him, you, Sam, Cas, and me in his drawer but doesn't tell him I told you that. I know secrets are really bad, but I don't want him to get mad at me."

Jack stared down at you and pointed to the bottle, "I also found something much better than a movie. I read somewhere that alcohol consumption is considered fun."

"What?!" Despite your panicked expression, Jack seemed to have no care in the world.

They were going to kill you. Big time.

part 2

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