Supernatural One-shots & Drabbles

Mistakes (Jack Kline)

The first mistake you made was to accept working with the Winchester brothers. You should have never broken your habit of working alone. The second mistake you made was turning your back on that witch bitch. She sent your way a curse that was powerful enough to knock you off your feet. The third mistake you made was opening your eyes after you fainted. You should have known better than to believe the spell was purely physical. So when you stared up into the blue eyes of the Nephilim, you know you're fucked, and you don't care.

"God, you are beautiful." You emphasize each word, your gaze remains locked, not caring about the rest of the world. Jack looks positively puzzled by your statement, but it is not him who speaks.

"You must've hit your head harder than we thought." Dean's voice comes from your right, and it's only then that you realize you're no longer in the witch's hut where the battle went down. Instead, you're back at the Winchesters' motel room.

"What?" You wonder out loud, your eyes shifting to Dean for a second, before looking at Jack again. "It's not my head hurting, but my heart." Your following words are dramatic, "Jack, I'm sorry I didn't notice before. You are the most beautiful Nephilim I have ever seen." If heart eyes were a thing of reality, you're pretty sure you would have them now.

"Thank you?" Says Jack, and although he put space between you to move further back, your grin doesn't falter.

Sam murmurs your name softly, "are you sure you're ok?" He inspects back and forth between you and Jack. Maybe it's the way you're staring at the Nephilim, or maybe the fact that a witch did throw a spell at you, realization quickly dawns on his face. "A love spell?" He chuckles, "I was worried about that bright red light she cast on you, but it's just a love spell."

For the first time since you woke up, you pay attention to Sam. "Love spell? What are you talking about?"

It's the eldest brother who answers this time. "Right, the witch put a love curse on you and that's why you're looking at Jack as if you wanna take a bite out of him." The smirk on his face is all too know-it-all as if he had solved the mystery by himself.

"Curse?" your voice is low, threatening, all directed at Dean. "You think my love for Jack is a curse?" You stand from the bed, being mindful of pushing Jack back gently. Fortunately for Dean, your gun is far away from your reach. "I might have met Jack just a handful of times, but my feelings for him have grown stronger by the second." Your next words are for Jack, "There's a part of me that has known you my whole life, Jack. Can't you feel it too?" Your smile is all too bright as you place a hand on the Nephilim's chest, right above his heart.

As it turned out, your confession only further convinced the siblings that you had been hit with a love spell. They decided that the only answer was to kill the witch -who got away earlier- for the curse to lift. Of course, with your hazed thoughts, you were no use. So, to prevent you from doing anything reckless to stop them, they all agreed to leave you in the motel with Jack.

Leaving you alone with Jack was both a good and a bad idea. It prevented you from screwing up in the field, but it also gave you what -who- you desired most: Jack. "Don't worry," you tell him as you sit across from him on the small table. He has been tense ever since the brothers left. "Even if they kill the witch, my love for you will remain the same." Jack smiles awkwardly across from you. "You don't believe me?" You challenge.

"I- you don't really know me." He whispers softly, but still, there's a blush on his cheeks that spurs you on.

"And I told you that doesn't matter." You grin at him. "I'll prove it to you!" You stand up from your chair and walk his way with determination.

Instantly, he jumps from his chair. "Wow, what are you doing?"

You continue walking his way until his back collides with the wall. "I'm proving to you that our feelings are real." You place your hands on his chest once again, the crazy beating of his heart brings a smile to your face. "If you didn't feel at least something, I'm sure you would control yourself better." Despite his lack of encouragement, Jack doesn't push you away. "I mean, you're Nephilim, you could overpower me easily."

Jack seems to be considering his options, and for a moment, you believe that he might actually push you away. Instead, he grabs your hands to hold them in his. "I think you're very attractive, and I would love to get to know you... but maybe we should wait until the witch is dead, don't you think?"

Rationally, you should accept what Jack is suggesting. You should step away and give the boy some space. It's safe to say that you're not very rational right now. With an angelic grin adorning your face, you pull Jack by the hands and closer to you, your faces only inches away. He is too stunned to do anything when you close the distance between the two of you.

Your lips touch his experimentally, first. The contact is almost delicate, timid, and innocent. Nothing too passionate, unlike the words you uttered before. Perhaps you're afraid he'll run away. Once you're sure that he won't, your body relaxes. Your hands let go of his and travel all the way to the nape of his neck. The Nephilim's hands fall by the sides of his body. He doesn't know what to do with them. It is then that you start to move your mouth on his. Jack's follows your rhythm insecurely, almost as if it were his first kiss. He sighs and doesn't step away, your chests pressed together, molding perfectly. You melt into the feeling of him, but you don't dare to push further. You want to eat him whole and more, just like Dean said. But Jack is too sweet for that, so you control yourself. What you have right now is too good to be true. It is definitely worth pretending you are hexed by a witch. The last mistake you made, was falling in love with Jack Kline for real.