Supernatural Oneshots

Don't take that sweatshirt, Jack!

"Jack, I swear to god!" I shout as I storm through the bunker into the library.

"Woah, what's going on, sweetheart?" Sam asks me as he puts a hand on my chest to stop me.

"Jack stole my fucking sweatshirt without asking!" I shout around Sam and point an accusatory finger at Jack.

"I'm sure that's not true," Sam says to me and gives me a look that says 'cut him some slack'.

"Look at him! He's wearing it!" I move away from Sam and storm over to Jack and grab the sleeve and wave his arm around.

Sam swallows as he realises what sweatshirt it is and he approaches us, "Jack, you might wanna give y/n her sweatshirt back before she murders you."

Jack looks at me with a mischievous smile and disappears before our very eyes.

"The little shit! Cas!" I shout as I March towards the war room where Cas appears.

"What's going on?" Cas asks me.

"Talk to your fucking son, he stole my jumper and I need it back and he's being a pain in my ass!" I shout and Cas gets the hint that I'm pissed as he walks off to Jack's room.

"Y/n/n, it's okay, I know it's been a stressful few days and this is the last straw but let's sit down and relax for a bit while Cas gets it back, we definitely don't want Jack taking that one," Sam says as he guides me towards the big arm chair while he remembers the last time I wore the sweatshirt.

"I'm just real fucken tired," I say as I curl up on Sam's lap and we hear Cas walking back with Jack and presumably my clothes.

"I got your jumper y/n," Cas says as he throws it at me, disgusted by it.

"Thanks hon," I say with a soft smile and Sam kisses my temple.

"I'm sorry for taking it without asking y/n, especially after the last few days," Jack apologises with a genuine expression.

"It's okay Jack, I didn't mean to be a total bitch to you,"  I apologise as well.

"Maybe just check what sweatshirt you take before taking it," Cas says as he taps Jack's shoulder before he disappears again.

"What does he mean by that?" Jack asks me.

"Nothing, it's just a special sweatshirt of mine," I say with a soft smile as Sam runs his hand up and down my thigh. 

Dean walks into the room and sees what I'm holding, "Why have you got that sweatshirt out here?" 

Dean walks over to me and grabs the sweatshirt examining it before chuckling and throwing it over Sam's shoulder.

"Because Jack took it, Dean," I say to Dean who's standing behind my shoulder.

"No..." 

"Yeah..." 

"Any sweatshirt but that one, Jack," Dean says as he gives Jack a disgusted look.

"Why? Everyone keeps saying that," Jack says innocently.

"Uh, because, uh...." Dean starts stuttering and Jack tilts his head.

"Is it because of sex?" Jack blurts out and catches all three of us off guard.

"Uh..." Dean is still trying to find an appropriate answer for Jack.

"Yes, Jack, it is because of that," Sam butts in and gives Dean a glare for trying to lie to the kid.

"Oh..." Jack looks down in embarrassment and I can see the wheels turning in his brain as he thinks of what to say next. "Who was it with?" 

"Woah, okay, you don't need to know that," Dean says as he ushers Jack out of the room and turns over his shoulder to shoot me a wink, causing me to blush.

"He's finally gone," Sam says as he shifts himself underneath me and I feel him in more than one place.

I hum in agreement and we hear Cas pop in but pay no mind to him as he takes the sweatshirt from Sam's shoulder and puts it back in my room for me. All four of our minds going back to that night that caused the whole issue with the sweatshirt... 

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