Supernatural Imagines

baking - Jack x Reader

A/N:here's a lil short one for you. i think it's less than 500 words.

Y/N's POV

The oven timer beeped, pulling your attention back to reality. You set down your mug of peppermint tea, grabbing your oven mitts and walking over to the oven. You pulled out your chocolate chip cookies and set them down on the kitchen counter.

"Hey y/n," Jack entered the room, smiling as he walked over to the counter. "Can I have a cookie?" he asked sweetly.

"Not yet," you put the second pan of cookies into the oven and set the timer. "They're too hot. But, I will let you know as soon as they're cool enough to eat, okay?" You returned to the kitchen table where you were starting to roll out your pie crust for Dean's apple pie.

"Okay," he said cheerfully, following you to the table. "Can I help?"

"You really want to?" you asked surprised. Usually the boys were big fans of eating your baked goods, but when it came to the actual baking process they made themselves scarce.

"Of course," he said, rolling up his sleeves and smiling. "I was hoping to spend the day with you anyway."

You immediately felt your cheeks grow hot, flustered by how sweet Jack was being. He was always like this with you; sweet words, lingering touches, intense eye contact with those beautiful blue eyes... you were smitten.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" he asked. Oh shit, you thought, realizing you were staring again. Snap out of it, y/n.

"Oh, y-yeah, I'm fine," you smiled. "Just wash your hands and then you can come help me roll out this pie crust."

He returned moments later, and you pressed the rolling pin into his hand. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched his muscles moving under his skin while he rolled the crust. God, how you wished you could be wrapped in those arms...

"Is this thin enough sweetheart?" Jack asked and you eyed the crust skeptically.

"It's perfect Jack! You're great at thi- wait, did you just call me sweetheart?" you blushed as you looked at him, confused.

Jack shrugged. "Dean's been teaching me how to flirt," he avoided your gaze as his cheeks turned pink.

Jack was trying to flirt with you? Oh god, your heart felt like it was going to throw up.

"Dean says you're too good for me, and that if I don't flirt with you, you won't know I like you."

You smiled widely, pulling him into a tight hug. "Jack, I like you too," you giggled as his arms pulled you in even tighter, his head resting on your shoulder. "I have to ask though: why did Dean say I was too good for you?" you pulled back, looking into his eyes as he blushed.

"Well actually, I said you were too good for me, and he agreed and said you were too good for all of us," he admitted, smiling brightly as his words caused you to giggle.

You laughed sweetly before giving him a quick, passionate kiss.

"Can I have a cookie now babe?" he whispered against your lips.