Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<whats a familiar?> (jack x reader)

Summary: Rowena appears at the bunker with her familiar. She tells the boys to keep you occupied and care after you while she goes on a date.

*TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault and use of a deadly weapon. If either of these things trigger you, please skip this story*
-angsty-

You'd been Rowena's familiar for a short while now, and although your attitudes vary from each others, you've grown quite close. Which is why your so irritated that she keeps insisting to leave you with a bunch of men while she goes out on a date. You let out a huff as you settle your chin upon your spindly arms, the wiry grey hair poking your nose. While in a non-human form, you took the appearance of an Irish wolfhound, which Rowena had at first not liked. She said she wanted a poodle. For a short while she had your hair shaved, leaving the raggedy grey hair of your arms, legs, head and tail tip to resemble that hideous poodle look. You surely never forgave her for making you look like such a hot mess during those times.
"It's just going to be for a short while, don't be so melodramatic, (y/n)." Rowena crooned, turning around, her long fingers holding up two different earring sets. Gold hoops, and silver hoops.
"Now, lady to lady, what should I choose?" She smiles.
You grumble and lift your head from your forearms, crawling closer to the edge of her hotel bed. You slid your long, gangly arms off of the bed and onto the floor, pulling yourself off of the comforter, claws clicking against the flooring as you sauntered over. You sat in front of her, inclining your snout to overlook her makeup, bowing your crown down to look at the velvety red dress. You grumbled and lifted your head back up, tapping your nose against the gold hoops.
"Ah, I knew you would choose those." She smiled, turning around to set down the silver hoops and put on the gold ones. You looked up at her, cocking your head to the side with a whine.
"Oh, be quiet you. A girl has needs." Rowena glanced back at you. At first she couldn't exactly understand the things you said, or more or less inferred when in your animal form. But after a few years, she learned to understand. Irritated by what she said, you lifted a paw and scratched at the back of her leg. She gasped and drew her leg back, spinning around and dropping a hand to hold it over the red marks your claws left. Her eyes narrowed and her lips tightened.
"Oooh, you miserable mutt. Im sorry, us girls have needs." She hissed. You lifted your chin with a confident air of agreement and stood, swaying your tail as you returned to the bed. You dipped your haunches and hopped up onto the soft blankets.
"You know this hotel doesn't like animals. Don't you dare get your shed on those blankets." She glared before setting her leg back down and turning back to adjust the hoops. She clapped her hands and swiveled back around to you. You huffed and reverted back to your human form. You were dressed in a grey and white lined, cropped sweater which showed off your lean, tight stomach and low waisted baggy jeans that rode down past your hips.
"Ah, glad you changed. We've got to get going!" She cheered, lifting a hand to pat her wavy do.
You groaned, slipping a finger under the red collar. You scooted off of the bed. Despite the size and build of your animal form, you stood only a few inches taller of Rowena. Your body though did resemble the lean, slim hound physique, however.
"Does the collar really have to be red?" You groaned, walking behind Rowena as she made her way to the door, "it doesn't fit anything I wear." You sighed, looking down at your clothes, staring through the shaggy (y/h/c) hair that fell over your eyes. The hairstyle, too, matched the wiry and unkempt coat of the animal form.
"Yes, it had to be red. It's my color. And if it's my color, it's your color too, dear." Rowena nodded back at you before turning back to open the door. You groaned and caught the door as she swung it open, walking out behind her and shutting the door.
"Why can't I just take a table in the back? I don't want to get stuck with a bunch of testosterone hogs." You groaned, stuffing your hands into your pockets. Rowena fixed her purse over her shoulder as you two stopped by the elevator, waiting for it to open. She turned to look at you.
"Because the last time we tried that, you chased him off by the time we were headed to the hotel." She glared, looking back as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You grinned, nodding slightly as you stepped in.
"He wasn't good enough for you anyway." You chuckled, stepping forward to press the floor level button for her. Some people gave off different surges of energy, and through the years you've learned to read them. The kinder, more delicate and caring the person, the more warm and inviting their energy was. With those who were colder and more reckless gave off a cold, chilling energy. The guy she was with last time was unreasonably cold.
"I don't care if he was good enough, I- we have needs." Rowena caught herself, obviously wanting to refrain from another scratch. You nodded and stepped back to her side, leaning around her to look into the mirror on the sides of the elevator. You lifted a hand from your pockets and ran your fingers through your hair, fluffing it up before turning back to Rowena.
"So, who're the guys that I'm being forced to hang out with?" You turned to look down at Rowena as the doors open. She lifts a hand as she steps out, turning to look at you.
"They aren't as bad as people say there are." She nods.
"Rowena-" You glare.
"The Winchesters." She chirps before quickly walking away, trying not to hold the conversation.
"What!" You hissed, speeding up to reach her side, "you mean the fucking Winchesters. The witch killing, hunter Winchesters. And I'm staying with them? Are you out of your mind!" You kept your tone to a hushed whisper.
"They aren't that bad! And they've got a new edition, he's a lovely little man." She glances up at you as she pushes open the doors.
"Who the hell could the Winchesters have around that isn't a complete ass hat?" You grumbled.
"He's a.. kind young man." Rowena shrugs, bringing a hand up to twirl her red locks in her finger. She always did this when she was with holding something from you.
"Rowena." You drew out her name, stepping in front of you when she failed to answer.
"Fine! He's a nephlim." She huffs, throwing her arms up.
"Ne-" You gasp as she steps aside and continues toward the taxi waiting at the sidewalk, "a nephlim? What archangels kid?" You blink.
"Um. Ok, this sounds bad." She glanced over at you, stopping beside the taxi, "he's Lucifer's son."
You hold a hand up, thrusting a finger in her face, preparing to bite back when she hushed you and continued on.
"His mother was a wonderful woman from what I've heard. And he despises his father. He's a good kid, despite his lineage." She nods before turning and tapping on the window. You continue to stare at her, wide-eyed with shock. You bring your hands up to your face, rubbing them over your eyes with a nervous laugh. The literal son of Lucifer. Knowing what he did to Rowena was beyond terrifying, so how much better could his literal blood son be? You decided to give up on arguing, one thing you and Rowena shared were each others stubborn attitudes, that's for sure. Neither of you would ever give up, and with being Rowena's familiar, you were inclined to listen to her. You stomped a foot on the ground and swung an arm out with a fake punch before bringing the taxi door open and grumpily sliding in. Rowena scoffed and slid in beside you, patting your leg.
"Don't throw a fuss, they're lovely boys." Rowena nods, leaning forward to tell the driver where they needed to be.
"Tell me that when your done and they have me chained to a wall asking me questions." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head away to look out of the window.