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Belphegor: Bitches wanna be me so bad....... Jack: .........You stole my body. Belphegor: Don't be stingy bitch

Misletoe Moments

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Jack Kline x Reaer

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.

Mistletoe Moments

The bunker was adorned with festive lights, stockings hung with care, and a towering Christmas tree that nearly brushed the ceiling. The Winchester brothers had spared no effort in transforming their home into a winter wonderland, complete with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of a crackling fire.

Amidst the holiday cheer, Jack Kline, the Nephilim with a heart as pure as snow, marveled at the decorations. His eyes widened with childlike wonder as he took in the twinkling lights and the delicate ornaments that adorned the tree.

You, the reader, had been helping with the decorations, sharing laughter and stories as you worked alongside Sam and Dean. Jack couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of your smile. There was something about the holiday spirit that made everything seem brighter, especially when you were around.

One day, as Jack wandered through the bunker, he noticed a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway to the kitchen. Curiosity filled his eyes as he recalled the tales of holiday traditions he had heard from the Winchesters.

"Mistletoe," he mused to himself, the word rolling off his tongue with fascination.

Unbeknownst to Jack, you had caught wind of his musings. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It was Christmas, after all, and a little bit of festive magic never hurt anyone.

Later that evening, the bunker was alive with the sound of laughter and the aroma of holiday feasts. The three of you gathered around the table, sharing stories and savoring the warmth of the season.

As Jack reached for a plate, you subtly nudged him, directing his attention to the mistletoe above the doorway. A playful smile danced on your lips, and Jack's confusion turned into realization.

"Oh, mistletoe," he said, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I've read that standing under it means… well, it means something."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's a Christmas tradition. If two people find themselves beneath the mistletoe, they're supposed to share a kiss."

Jack's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between you and the mistletoe. There was a moment of hesitation, but then a soft smile spread across his face. The warmth of the holiday season seemed to intensify as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

Underneath the mistletoe, surrounded by the laughter of friends and the glow of Christmas lights, Jack Kline shared a sweet, magical kiss with you—a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of this special holiday season.

And so, in the bunker filled with love, laughter, and a touch of celestial magic, Christmas became more than just a celebration of tradition. It became a time of unexpected joy and the beginning of something beautiful for Jack and you.

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he deserves the world. no, scratch that, he deserves the universe!

In some way, Dean hates Castiel. He hates how beautiful Cas is, how he loves this angel. He hates it.

But he loves Cas as well. It makes him mad because he's not used to be in love or being loved. Of course, Sam loves Dean. Sam is his brother, their love is something obvious. But it's not the same with the whole Cas Thing™. He loves Castiel in different way. Castiel isn't his baby brother, he never was.

Dean Winchester is in love with the fucking angel of the Lord and he hates it.

So when Cas confess his love, Dean doesn't understand. Why? Why Cas loves him? He can't think straight, he doesn't know what he should say. He says nothing.

And Cas dies. Dean wants to be dead too. He can't imagine world without Cas.

The world isn't his place after all, Dean from the beginning was supposed to be dead.

So he prays to Jack and begs Jack for mercy. He wants to be dead. But Jack doesn't listen.

23th March he tries to kill himself. Sam saves his life.

'' You don't understand! " Dean yells. " You think Cas' death was easy for me?" asks Sam. Dean doesn't reply because he knows that Sam also is mourning.

"I'm selfish, Dean. I don't want to be alone in this world" says quietly Sam. "I don't want to live in world without my big brother"

Dean says nothing but he still tries to end his life.

And someday his wishes come true — he's dead and he's in Heaven now. He finds Cas and kiss this stupid angel because he wants to. And because he can.

He's bisexual and he's proud of it.

He's not proud that he committed suicide and left Sam alone but he couldn't live without Cas.

So Sam has to learn how to be alive without Dean. It's sad but Dean knows Sam will make it.

My point is that Dean hates how in love he is.

Hello my stars! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long :,) but it is now summer and have too much time so please give me all requests you want!^^

Fandoms I will write for

Supernatural (platonic and romantic)

- Team free will

-Jack

-Crowley

-Rowena

-all the arch angels but Raphael

The black phone (platonic or romantic)

- dead boys crew

-Finney and Gwen Blake

Yurri voice (platonic or romantic)

- Everyone but Derek

(I couldn’t find a gif sorry, my stars🥲)

What I won’t write

Smut

Yandere

Hurt no comfort

Abuse

Piss or shit kinks

Child x adult (romantic)

Cis Fem readers

What I will write

Child x adult (PLATONIC)

Trans fem and masc readers

Male readers

Hurt with comfort

And pretty much anything else

Preferences for requests

Try to be at least a little specific in what you want and some story stuff you want ^^

That’s all my stars! Have fun requesting, make sure you drink water, eat food, and have a lovely day my stars!⭐️

Baby Jack & Dean

I'm like so proud of this one

PLEASE I NEED SOMEONE TO LOVE THIS DRAWING AS MUCH AS I DO 😩

All small details in here!!! 1. Jack has Dino socks 🦕🦖💛 2. Dean is in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt 😼 3. Jack has painted nails 🥰!! 4. Dean has a ring 👀 (OF COURSE CAS HAS THE MATCHING ONE!!!!) 5. Dean has scars 🥲

Happy last day of Maslenitsa, my dear followers

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I blinked and suddenly

I had a Valentine♡

It hurt.

I don’t mean to be that person, but people are thirsty af on Tumblr and I’m not sure how ro feel about it. I mean like, they just be letting their sexual desires and the “hoe” in them come out over celebrity and fictional men. I feel like I’ve entered fandom hell and heaven at the same time.

Rant time of the day.

So , I was running late to pick up this Lady that I babysit kid’s and I had to pick up one of her kids at the field house because she has practice for a sport there. I told her that I would be running twenty minutes late at first and she’s like and i quote “that’s not good.” I was hoping she’d atleast understand because you know, life. Because of that, I was like, okay I’ll be there in ten minutes then and hope I don’t run over anyone tonight because I’ll be flying. I typed in where I thought I was going to go and I was like okay, I should be there in about four minutes. I told her that and she’s like okay. So I go to where Google Maps tells me to go and then I was like, I’m in the dark and I’m by a bunch of apartments, this doesn’t look right. She calls with her daughter on the line and I was like i think i’m here, but I’m having trouble finding where it’s and she’s like, just look up the fieldhouse, they should have it on Google. I was like, okay. I unknowingly was like okay and then looked it up, turns out I went the wrong place and it was going to take me atleast six more minutes than I’d promised her. So I was like, okay; I’ll just need to drive really fast. Mind you, this was like at 7 at night and where I live is very dark at night-you’ll need to know that for later reference. So I go over to the actual destination. To make a long rant short, she kept calling me and asking if I was there yet, while I was driving. I mean, this lady had no chill. I was like chill out and calm down, I’ll pick up your kid when I pick up your kid. Im not going to abandon her like some idiot. I keep following where Maps was taking me and she like literally calls five minutes later and is like where the heck are you? You’re now going to be late to pick up so and so… and you need to plan ahead when you’re picking up children. I was like I know I’m sorry and life just gout in the way and I really can’t control that. I didn’t say that to her, it I was like I’m sorry. And so I keep driving around this dark area and hope I don’t hit anyone, all the while while I’m talking to her and she’s like gettin impatient with me, like really impatient with me. I even told her I was following Google maps and telling her it was telling me I was three minutes away and I even told her what freaking street I was on. Then she’s like and very rudely, I might add just go to the high school, can you do that? Drive to the High School. I was like, okay I can do that. So I drive to the high school because I at least know where that is in the dark corner of the town. I drive over there, but I don’t know how to get to the field house because I saw it(finally). Also, this lady is horrible at describing things and telling people where things are, so that was partly the reason why it was hard to figure out where the field house was. She never said anything about the field house being on school property and was all like it’s across from the high school. So I literally thought it was across from the high school. Also, again, Google maps was leading me somewhere entirely different. At this moment, I was like maybe ten minutes late picking up her daughter and she was being no freaking help and getting frustrated with me. Anyways, I go into school parking lot and I wait at the front. She freaking calls again and is like are you there yet? I was like, I’m in the parking lot, but like I can’t see her. Then she had the audacity to be like in a rude way go inside and go get her. She’s not going to know that you’re outside. That caught me off guard and then she started saying all these other things to me and at that moment, I was just ready to give up and tell this sassy and stuck up lady that I was done and she can pick up her own freaking child. Like atleast she should be grateful that I’m taking time out of my day to pick up your child who is probably spoiled because of you. I park and go inside and knock on the gym door because atleast they could help me a little better. A guy comes out and I was like, do you know how I get to the field house?

He didn’t really know, but if he could remember from previous times, there was a road that led to it and then he told me it was really new. That caught me off guard because she didn’t tell me and I had this thought that the reason why maps was leading me a different way because maybe they hadn’t updated the address to the NEW field house yet. That kind of made me frustrated and I was already frustrated because she was yelling at me and calling me every five minutes to see if I picked up her kid yet and the things she yelled at me were not very nice.

I literally broke down in front of this guy and told him about how I was going to be late to pick up someone. Atleast he had the compassion to tell me that he hopes my night gets better and I was like thanks. Anyways; after a few minutes of driving around trying to find a road in this dark area, I finally find a road and just go with it. She calls me a few more times and I just ignore it because I’m done dealing with her right now and she’s not helping me feel better about anything at all at this point.

I pick up the daughter and we finally pick up the son. While like back at the situation, all I’m thinking now is why couldn’t she just send her daughter’s number over SO HER DAUGHTER could give me instructions on where it’s actually at. That night too, to ease the pain on the children( I bought them McDonald’s with a card I had no money on. All the while, I kept thinking about the situation and it was just bad. I have never had anyone, except my mom get mad at me the way she did. Like she was treating me very disrespectfully and saying all these terrible things to me and making me feel stupid, when alone the place was dark and maps and wasn’t leading me the same way. It was a really bad night for me. I quit that job today and told her that my work basically needed me to start working on Fridays which is the day she usually has me watch her kids and that I couldn’t watch her kids anymore.

I literally don’t need that negative energy ever time she gets “a little” stressed(her words, not mine. Her: I was just a little stressed. Me: a little???? Girl….) in my life at the moment. Like I’m already stressed enough trying to get my Bachelors in Elementary Education, working one job and trying to find another job and working for Uber and Lyft just trying to make ends meet as it is and I have to pay freaking bills. I don’t need some stuck, blonde(forgive me. I’m not saying all blond haired people are mean. She particularly was.) haired crazy person to make me feel more stressed either. I also get it, when it comes to your kids, you want the best, but getting frustrated and getting mad at someone because you’re late picking up their kids and they aren’t doing it the way you want it is pretty ungrateful. Atleast I wasn’t going to abandon them and it’s not like I was just going to leave them there. They can wait for a little while while I try to find the place they are at so I can actually pick them up. When I was young, I had to wait like forty minutes or longer for my mom to pick me up because she was a registered nurse and let me tell you something, I lived and I turned out just fine and grateful even that my mom even picked me up. My mom is strict and sometimes when we missed the bus, she wouldn’t even pick us up and because she worked so much,sometimes she would forget and we had to find our own rides. Atleast your daughter didn’t have to find her own ride and knew exactly that I was picking her up.

She just made me mad and frustrated. Also, she has kids in their senior year of high school and you would think that she wouldn’t need a babysitter anymore for her younger ones because her older kids can watch them, but no. She lets her older kids do whatever the heck they want and they’re all out until atleast 11 to 13 almost every night doing heaven knows what, while I stay home and watch her younger kids and the house is always a mess when I come to watch her kids and she not only expects me to watch her kids, but freaking clean up after them too. These kids are old enough to clean up after themselves and I’m expected to clean up after them. They are between the ages of seven and fourteen. When I was six, my mom made me clean up after myself and if I didn’t, she’d spank me and show me some good, hard lovin’. Did. I mention most of her kids talk back to her too and she lets them? If I talked back to my mom, I would get slapped. That’s what I meant by her kid being spoiled. It makes me wonder if her parents spoiled her when she was a kid to act out and lash at me the way she did. Anyways, sorry for the rant.

Also, nothing against white people, but since this sour moment with her in my life, she gave me the impression that a bunch of white people are superficial, but like they get mad easily and don’t have patience at all. Tell me I’m wrong. I hate having that biased notion. (If you didn’t guess, she’s white.) Because of this, the years that I spent and built up my trust in white people had crumbled and it’s kind of hard for me to trust white people again and look at them as an equal, like I used to. I really hope people are understanding and don’t take that last sentence the wrong way.(For anyone asking, Im apart of The Indigenous American tribe, called The Navajo Tribe/Diné Tribe)

Also, I’m back! And I’m writing again!!!!

Way In Over My Head(Supernatural x Shadowhunters cross over)

pairing: Isabelle Lightwood x Sam Winchester, Clary Fairchild x Jace Waylon, Dean Winchester x Lydia Branwell(future), Dean Winchester x Maryse Lightwood(past), Isabelle Lightwood x Simon Lewis(past), Simon Lewis x Claire Novak, Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane, Jack Kline x Azariah Winchester

Synopsis:

Being the daughter of a shadowhunter and monster hunter can be pretty stressful at times. It was especially stressful when I felt like I was holding tight to two worlds. My name is Azariah Winchester and I am a shandowhunter, but I'm also a monster hunter too. My parents are Isabelle Lightwood and Sam Winchester. My mom is one of the greatest shadowhunters in the entire shadowhunter world and my dad is her equal, but just as a monster hunter. Because of that, I come from two pretty strong bloodlines.

The Lightwood Bloodline goes back for many generations starting form the first shadowhunter named Johnathan Shadowhunter. They vowed to protect humans from all evil threats, including demons. On my dad's side, The Winchesters have a very elaborate and difficult history. My Grandmother, Mary Winchester was raised as a hunter. Whereas, my Grandfather, John Winchester was brought into it when grandma died, but my dad and my uncle found out that my grandpa was apart of this secret organization that helped hunters and were a kind of aristocratic hunters themselves. Apparently, he was apart of a secret organization called The Men of Letters. So in a way, that made my dad and uncle Men of Letters too and I guess that kind of makes me a Men- Women of Letters too? Kind of crazy, right?

I guess you're wondering how I come into all of this. Well, this is my story and it gets a bit crazy. But it's not just a story about me, but a story about how family just isn't family and how me and my parents come closer in a fight to save the world from a threat unknown. There will be love, anger and all the things you could ask for in a story. It will definitely be the ride of a life time. So, just like my uncle Dean tells me "Carry On and enjoy the ride."

Spiraling(Prologue)(A D.W Romance Fanfic)

Summary: Natalia Rosegringer is a struggling college student who works in hometown bookstore. She is a good Christian girl that focuses on her studies and never misses church. She has a secret though. Her family are witches who come from an ancient bloodline of Royal Witches. Because of this bloodline, she is given special abilities that were long ago helpful to the world before people became scared of witches and the witch trials. Natalia's particular special ability is that she has dreams that foretell the future and she can heal anyone with a touch of her hand or a feel of her singing voice. She doesn't know about all this though and wonders why she is having dreams about a handsome man with pitch black eyes, in an old house every night...

Featuring: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Baby The Impala, Ellen Harvelle, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, Jack Kline and TBC...

Prologue:

Sometimes, sitting on your computer and writing out your problems is all you can do. Sometimes, it's just better to ruin things and get your anger out and done with too... - Natalia Rosegringer

It's almost 12 am and I'm still working on applying for scholarships to apply for school. I literally had no money and no way to pay for the college that I wanted to go to. Also, not to mention that I did not have great grades either and failed a few of my previous classes either. Life was hard sometimes and sometimes I didn't want to live it, but then sometimes life could be really sweet and make me feel like I was winning. It was a love-hate relationship and I just didn't know when to end it... or maybe I just didn't want to.

I looked up from my computer screen and looked at the sign that my aunt gave me for my birthday about two years ago(I think...). The words were written in different fonts. It basically said "When Life gets too hard to stand, kneel." Well I'll be honest with you. Sometimes it felt like God was not hearing my prayers or either he did, but maybe I had to learn something.

I looked back at my computer screen and sighed epically. I was done and I was ready to go to sleep. I turned my computer off and closed the lid. Then I got up and and walked to where my phone was. There were two messages. One from Grant and the other was from my friend, Sam. I pressed on the one from Sam.

Sam: Are you still up? Wanna go out and do something crazy?"

I smiled at the messaged. Sam was always asking if I wanted to do something crazy, like my life wasn't crazy enough. I guess there was just not enough craziness in his life, so he had to jump into mine. I looked at the little, brown analog clock that sat on my little cabinet. The little hand pointed between the intricately scribbled twelve and one, while the large hand pointed just a few centimeters away from the five, indicating that it was now 12:10 am. I didn't have anything to do tomorrow besides church, but I'd hate to sleep in and miss though. It was Easter Sunday tomorrow and that would mean that there would be great messages in store.

After a moment or two of thinking, I typed out my reply.

Natalia: Sorry, can't do something crazy tonight. I have church tomorrow.

Sam immediately replied back.

Sam: Sad... :(

I decided to leave him on read and put my phone on the charger and set it on my little cabinet by the little, brown analog clock. I really needed to get some rest for tomorrow.

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There were trees everywhere. Each was very creepy looking and looked like old, boney hands that were going to reach out and grab me. There was a mud covered path that I noticed I was walking on, leading to somewhere I did not know. I looked around and saw a blood filled sky with stars that shone as bright as noon day. The moon was red and it honestly looked like a goth scene in a movie. I kept walking until I found an old yellow house.

The paint was stripping off the old house, which made it look even scarier. Red and yellow eyes were peering out of the windows, watching me like hawks hunting their prey. There was one window that stood out in particular though. This room was lit up and inside it peered a man in red flannel. His eyes were not normal. What should have been a human color for eyes was replaced with pitch black darkness.

The man looked at me and smiled a beautiful smile. I didn't know what to do, but just stand in my place. Even though this man was very creepy, he was very captivating too. There was just something about him. A type of beauty you couldn't find anywhere else.

He was handsome, I'll admit, but why would he even look at someone like me?

The man looked away from me and turned around. As soon as he did so, the light burst from somewhere. I assumed he walked out, now leaving an empty room that was just as black as his eyes now. I didn't know where he went or what he was going to do. For some odd reason, I was still thinking about his beauty and the way he smiled at me. It wasn't a smile that had any intentions that he was going to murder. No, instead there was warmth and love behind that smile. Like somehow he was going to save me, but how could a man with black eyes save me?

I heard footsteps signaling that someone was walking towards me. Hard footsteps could be heard through the air. I knocked myself out of my trance and looked to where the sound was coming from. My eyes came to a stop at the old house. The man in the window was now walking towards me, but as he did so his features began to change and so did everything around him. The sky was no longer red, the moon no longer black, the house began to clean itself up, the trees began to straighten up and grow leaves and the creatures' eyes began to vanish.

The scene began to come together and become a beautiful dream. In the place of the moon was a golden sun and big, fluffy clouds replaced the stars. The leaves on the trees were now a beautiful, dark green with pink and red flowers adorning them, crowning them with all their glory. The house was now a beautiful, yellow house that was adorned with beautiful finishing pieces. The man... The man was still handsome, but now he had forest green eyes that sparkled in the sun. I could see him clearer now. he had freckles scattered across his lovely face and red danced across his cheeks. He also had pink, plump lips that looked as soft as pillows. I personally wanted to reach out and touch them, but my body wouldn't move to do so. His hair was a beautiful burgandy brown that shone in the sunlight to signal that it was healthy. I sighed and continued to look at him. He was a lovely dream now.

He stopped in front of me and smiled. Then he reached up and touched my cheek, carressing it ever so slowly and gently. A slow burn I would definitely say. He then smiled and showed those beautiful, pearly white teeth.

There was a pause

Then he did the unthinkable.

His lips pressed to mine.

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End of the Prologue! Hope you all enjoyed!

So as some of you know, I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We know that we have a Prophet called by God who speaks to us so that we know God’s will for us. The Prophet asked us to make social media our gratitude journal. I decided to come on to Tumblr and do it too. So for my first day, I am thankful for Supernatural. Because of Supernatural, I was able to meet new friends and make a couple of best friends as well! ( @minimisha and @saysarfa )I am thankful for the many lessons that I have learned too. Even though Supernatural does not follow the Bible as closely, I still feel like The Lord had communicated with me through the show as well, as weird as it seems. I am thankful to have gotten to know Sam and Dean too! They literally are like family now. Not only that, but I feel like Jared and Jensen are like the uncles I never had! I am also thankful for the countless of times that Supernatural made me laugh too! There are so many things about Supernatural that I can go on about, but for now I will just leave it at that! Love you all and be thankful! The Prophet of the Lord promised that if you would, you would find comfort and healing for yourself! You are all amazing! #givethanks

In The Dark (Jack Kline x OFC/Reader)

A/N: So, I actually thought of this idea about two nights ago when our electricity went out, during a big wind storm. Idaho rarely gets those, but I am kind of glad that I did. If there wasn’t a windstorm then I wouldn’t have come up with this idea for @carry-on-my-wayward-asbutt . Enjoy! 

Summary: Clo and Jack have liked each other ever since Clo was brought to the bunker to live with the Winchesters. Jack has always taken to a liking to Clo. He thinks that she is the most beautiful girl ever and has the most perfect spirit anyone has ever had. Clo loves how pure Jack is and how he tries to be like Castiel every day. One terrible, storm night, a windstorm comes into town and knocks all the lights out in the Bunker making it very hard to see. Clo comes up with an idea to find Jack in the darkness and finally tell him how she feels. Besides, telling your crush in the dark was always better anyway because if she gets rejected at least he won’t see her cry. So she hopes. 

Warning: None

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  The wind was howling through the pipes of the old building making it sound like as if someone was whistling through the whole building. This made Clo a bit unsettled in her stomach. She hated windstorms and being in an old building that could collapse any moment was not helping settle her stomach either. Sam had said that The Bunker was built to last, but she just was not convinced. She probably would never be convinced, seeing that she had a past with being in old collapsible buildings. That’s how her parents died and just the thought made her shutter at what could happen tonight. 

   She set her book down, that just had  her attention a moment ago and got up to go to the kitchen. It was nearly eleven at night and she felt like she could go for a snack at the moment. She headed out of her room and started her way down the old hallway. She was so amazed every time she went down this hallway. It reminded her of the time that she spent with her parents, before their death in England. They use to stay at small bed and breakfasts where the hallways were similar to the ones in the bunker. Being in this hallway made her feel like she was with her parents again. 

   As she continued to walk down the hallway, she started to think about how good Sam and Dean had been to her. She had never met two more noble men in her life. They were literally the epitome of Superman and Batman. How did she meet them and get wound up in the hunter life with them? When she had just gotten back from a trip with a few friends from California, they had stopped at a national park. Unaware of the origins of the park, they decided to stay the night there. That was where it all started for her. Apparently there was a pack of werewolves that had settled in that park for centuries. That night, a few younger members had gotten to her friends, taking them out. Just when they were about to kill Clo, that’s when Sam and Dean showed up. After all that was over, it was Sam who had suggested she stay with them. Clo was a bit dumbfounded. First these two amazing men come and help her and then one of them suggests she stay with them? She wasn’t complaining at all and was in fact thrilled with the idea. What else was she supposed to do? She was out in the forest, literally in the middle of nowhere. Her friends had all just died and she really had no home to go to since the death of her parents. The house was sold and her only place to stay was her owned apartment. She definitely was not going back to her apartment. It would be just another reminder that she was alone again. She she said yes and they took her back to the bunker with them. She has been living here ever since. She looked back now, and wish that she hadn’t. If she would have know that the bunker would be one of her fears, then she would have just gone homeless. Oh well, beggars could not be choosers after all.  

   There was another gush of wind that went through the pipes as she entered the kitchen. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night. She opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a loath of bread, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and a couple slices of meat, cut up in a container. She set them on the table and started making her sandwich. At least her gourmet sandwich would help with her lousy stomach. 

   She began cutting the cheese, when she heard footsteps making their way into the kitchen. The sound stopped only just inches away from the table making Clo look up and meet eyes with the one and only man who could take her breath away. She tried to hide it though and tried answer with ease. “Hey Jack.” she said looking back down at her sandwich. “Hi Clo, how has your night been?” He asked. She smiled at his question. He too sweet for his own good. That made him even more pure. “Good, but the stupid wind is making my stomach uneasy, so that’s why I’m in the kitchen making myself a sandwich.” This made Jack tilt his head and look at her in confusion. “ Humans eat to help their stomachs are uneasy? Do stomachs have souls just like them? Is that why Dean is always eating?” Clo laughed at the last question. She looked at him and smiled. “ Jack, first off stomachs do not have souls and no that’s why Dean doesn’t eat. He eats because he’s basically in love with food. I mean if food was a girl then he would definitely date her. As for the food and everyone eating when they get uneasy part? I’m not sure. I just mean that I usually eat when i get uneasy.” Jack looked like a bulb went off in his head and just smiled. His next words made Clo almost choke on her food. 

   “I love that you eat when your stomach gets uneasy.” He said, like a little five year old. A piece of cheese that Clo had bee chewing on, made it’s way into her breathing socket, making her cough a few times. Eventually after the fourth cough, she was able to get it out. “A-are you okay Clo?” Jack asked, laced with concern in his voice. Clo just nodded and blinked her eyes a couple of times to hold back the tears that were threatening to make their way down her face. “Yeah Jack, I’m good.” Jack didn’t look convinced though. “I-I think I should get Cas, just to see if you are alright.” Clo grabbed him by the wrist and held it tight so he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. This made Jack look at her in confusion. Clo made direct eye contact with him. “Don’t Jack. Really. I’m fine. You don’t need to get Castiel.” She gave him a smile for extra measure, just so he could believe her. He relaxed a bit and she let go of his wrist. 

   Just when Clo was about to make another comment about how she was fine, more wind rustled through the pipes in the ceiling and made the lights flicker. Four flickers later, and the lights were out. “Sammy!” came Dean’s voice. “Dean!” Shouted Sam in response. Large footsteps could be heard through the hallways. “Where are you?!” yelled Sam again. “ In my room!” Dean shouted back. “Where’s Clo and Jack?” Asked Sam. This made Clo perk up. “Right here in the kitchen, but it’s very dark!” She replied. She heard a chuckle from Dean. “Didn’t quite think it was Heaven, princess.” he called back. Clo just rolled her eyes at his stupid response and tried to find her way to the door, careful not to cut any of her fingers on the knife that was still on the counter. 

    She heard shuffling going in the opposite direction of the door. “Jack?” she called out. “Where are you going?” The shuffling stopped. “Going to see if I can get my phone.” came his response. She smiled at how gullible he was. “That’s good, but I think the door out of the kitchen is in the opposite direction of where you actually want to go. “ She said. She heard a little giggle come from his direction and the shuffling of feet coming back her way. “Thanks.” he replied with relief in his voice. 

   After a couple of minutes of shuffling, he was right by her side again. She heard some fidgeting coming from his end. Clo looked in the direction of where his body would be, if the lights were on. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Um, yeah. I just can’t really see anything.” He said, laughing a little. Clo smiled at his comment. “It’s okay, I can’t see either.” “I guess I won’t be getting my phone then, huh?” he asked. She giggled in response. “Probably not Jack.” 

  They could barely hear Sam and Dean anymore. Had they gone to go find light? Clo certainly hoped so. If they didn’t then she certainly would try to. She didn’t care how dark it was. She just wanted this windstorm to be over and the lights back on.  

   The wind blew loudly against the bunker, making it seem like they were out on sea, instead of land. Gusts banged at the windows and front door, sounding all through out the building. “ That wind seems pretty tough.” came Jack’s voice. Clo hummed in agreement. Silence fell between the two, making the wind the only sound that could be heard throughout The Bunker. Clo felt a hand slither it’s way into the palm of  her hand, squeezing it tight. The only person that was right beside her right now was Jack and the thought that he would initiate something like that made her heart beat faster. “Jack?” she asked a little baffled. “Can I tell you something?” came his voice again, time a little more timidly. She smiled. “Yeah, go ahead.” “You promise not to laugh?” he asked. “No, I promise. What is it?” She said, desperately hoping what she thought it was. Maybe the windstorm wasn’t so bad after all. 

   She heard Jack take a deep breath in and then out. “Okay, here goes nothing. Well, Dean said that when you like someone you should tell them because life can be too short not to and Clo, I think I like you.” He said, a little quiver in his voice as he squeezed her hand a little tighter. Clo could not believe with she was hearing. Did Jack Kline just admit to liking her? Were her dreams finally coming true. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She smiled. “ You like me Jack?” She asked, taking the opportunity to take her hand out of his. “Y-yes.” He stuttered. She backed away from him. A plan forming in her mind. “Is this true?” she asked, backing away until her back hit the wall of the hallway. “Yes.” This time it was a little more confident. This made her smile grow even more. “Well Jack Kline, I have a secret to tell you, but you’ll have to find me first.” She said, giggling like a school girl with a crush. Which she obviously did have and it so happened that her crush liked her back. Clo felt her way down the hallway wall, leading to heaven knows where, but she so desperately hoped that Jack would find her. The secret she had to tell him was a good one and one that she so wanted to tell him. 

   She heard Jack’s shuffling footsteps trying to follow her. She could just imagine him, arms out and flailing, trying to find her. It warmed her heart at the thought. “Where are you ?” he asked. “I’m not telling. You will just have to keep finding me.” she replied, giggling a little again. “Should’ve taken my phone with me.” he mumbled. This made her laugh out loud as she continued to follow the hallway wall. She kept following it, until her back hit the end. “I’m close Jack.” She called out. Jack replied with a laugh of victory. “I do hope so!” he shouted. 

   She waited for him against the wall. Her heart aching for him to be near her. She needed to tell him her secret and she needed to now. If she didn’t, she was sure that her heart would burst out of her chest. She patted her thighs to keep herself waiting. It was taking a little while while longer than she expected. She hoped that he just hadn’t given up and left to his room yet. 

   Finally after so many moments of waiting, she felt his arms wrap around her. He pulled her close to him.  His breath hit her face, but it was so inviting. “So” he asked “What is your secret?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down until her lips were level with his ear. “I like you too.” She whispered. This made Jack’s grip her waist tighter, while she leaned her head on his chest. They just stood in each other’s embrace for what seemed like hours, but was probably only mere minutes to anyone else. 

  “Can I try something?” came Jack’s voice. This made Clo lift her head off his chest and look up at where his face would be. “Anything.” She said sweetly. She felt him pull back a little. He placed his hands on her neck. His hands felt their way up to her face, feeling every little inch there was. He traced her lips, her ears, and her nose. “Wow, even in the dark you are so beautiful.” He said, making her blush. Good thing he couldn’t see her or she sure would be even more embarrassed. “Jack, you can’t even see me.” She said. A smile tugged at his lips.”Doesn’t mean that I can’t tell just by my hands tracing your whole face.” He said back, chuckling. “To shay.” After their little conversation, Jack took this as the inititave to lean in and kiss her. 

   Clo’s hands went up an made their way into Jack’s hair, starting to play with it. Jack pulled her face closer to him. He wanted to be as close to her as possible during this moment. Their lips danced together, showing all the passion that they had for each other. Minutes later, Clo pulled apart and rested her forehead on his. “I really like you Jack Kline.” She said breathlessly. He pulled her back in for another short kiss, pulling away afterwards. “I really like you too, Clo. I might even go as far to say that I love you.” When she heard this, she pulled him down for another kiss, standing on her tippy toes to meet him halfway. This kiss was very passionate and pure like the first two. The way that it should be. They were moving at their own pace. 

    The lights in The Bunker came on, making them break away from kissing each other. Clo hid her face in the crook of his neck, while Jack looked up at the ceiling. They heard footsteps coming in their direction. “Clo! Jack!” came Dean’s voice. “Where are you!” Clo pulled away from Jack. “We should go.” she said, blushing a little. His right hand came up and cupped part of her face, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful when you blush.” He said, staring into her eyes, making her hear skip a beat. She smiled at him and grabbed his hand again. Pecking him on the lips, she led him, making their way back to where Sam and Dean were. They were definitely going to get a surprise tonight. Cas certainly would too, when he got back from his solo mission. 

   Just thinking about Cas finding out made Clo stop in her footsteps and turn back to Jack. It seemed liked he was thinking the same thing too. Both of their eyes went big as they they both screamed in unison. “CAS!” 

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 A/N: Well that’s all folks! I hope you all enjoyed and @carry-on-my-wayward-asbutt , I hoped you liked it too. Another one will be coming out tomorrow. I’m going to go on a little hiatus, but will be back shortly. After the hiatus, I will start accepting requests. I don’t write smut thought! Okay, see ya’ll soon! 

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Why do I feel like Dean would be on the trombone, Jack would be on the oven, Cas would be on the Trumpet, and Sam would be the one filming???? Oh and then Chich would be the reporter.... I'm post this at one in the morning and my mind would not shut up about this. So here I am on Tumblr. 😂😂😂😂😂

Seeing an absolute ass take on Supernatural/any of the characters from supernatural but wanting to be respectful because everyone has their own viewing experience only for them to follow it up with “I’ve never even seen the show”

Supernatural is so insane because what do you mean the big bad of s11 was god and his sister and the next season was just British people.