Supernatural Imagines 2

{82} Jack Kline

Requested By: Fitzs_Trained_Monkey

You pulled your blanket up over your shoulders, attempting to keep yourself warm. The blanket itself was all torn and tattered, it's once bright color faded to only a dull shade. It had holes in it that didn't help with keeping you warm, but what else could you expect from a blanket you found in the dumpster of a thrift shop.

If you could afford a blanket that was warmer you would have already bought one, but the only thing you had in your pocket was a makeshift knife in case you would need it.

You slept in a nice field that was hidden behind buildings. Next to where you slept, you kept a small bag of clothes that only held two pairs of pants and two shirts (neither of which fit you correctly) and a couple of trinkets you found on the street.

Some homeless people would try and fight you for your spot in the field, because it was easy to hide from authorities and get some sleep without the fear of being arrested. Because of that you had to make sure you were always on guard, even if that meant sleeping with one eye open.

Unfortunately, people had been raiding the field every few days for the past couple of weeks, so you weren't able to get a good night's sleep in a while. Lack of sleep combined with hunger and dehydration led to exhaustion and you couldn't help but let yourself fall into a deep sleep.

The sleep was much needed and something you didn't take for granted. But, as all good things must come to an end, you were suddenly awakened by a large gust of wind and a very bright light. You opened your eyes to see someone standing there, and in your groggy state you quickly stumbled to your feet with your knife in hand.

You held your knife up to the person who was now standing next to you and yelled, "What the heck?! You can't just steal someone else's' homelessness when they're sleeping!" Your eyes began to focus as you woke up a bit more.

The man who was standing in front of you had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. His features were soft and he had this look in his eyes, as if he was completely innocent. That was a rare thing to see these days.

"Who are you?" he asked politely, glancing down at the knife that you held steadily in your hand. "My name is Y/N, and you're in my home," you stated. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked around the field before asking, "This is where you live?"

"Well we can't all have mansions," you replied sarcastically before continuing to say, "Now, if you need a spot to sleep, you'll have to find somewhere else. This is my field and I'm not looking for a roommate." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just-I'm not sure where I am," he replied, seemingly very lost.

You looked into his eyes and couldn't help but feel sympathy towards him. There was something about him that was different and you could just tell that he meant no harm. You wanted to turn your back and send him away but part of you felt like you had to help him.

"I don't have an extra blanket, but you can stay here for the night if you need to. Or if you can afford it, there's a motel a couple of miles down the road," you explained, sitting down in the spot you were sleeping in only a few minutes before.

The man looked confused as he stood in place for a few minutes before sitting down in the same way you were, a few feet away from you. "Why did you choose to live here?" he asked curiously. You laughed at him before telling him, "I didn't choose to live here, but I got laid off from my job and lost my house. I didn't really have anywhere to go so this is where I ended up."

"It's beautiful. There's a nice view of the stars," he replied, looking up at the sky above the two of you. The field was very open which made it easy to see all the stars in the sky. You smiled softly at his remark as you looked up at the stars as well.