Jack: Lucifer's Son Imagines And Preferences {REQUESTS OPEN}

The Musicman~

You woke up in the bunker, hearing the muffled voices of Sam and Dean talking. You rubbed your head a bit in tiredness, yawning as you stretch your arms while popping both of your shoulders. You sighed of relief and hummed in pleasure. You had a black tank on with some sleep shorts. You opened your door and started heading towards the kitchen to get some coffee. As you got there, you noticed some things scattered on the table. The table salt spilled, research papers were everywhere and beer bottles were all over the room. It looked like the aftermath of a Winchester fight.

"What the actual hell?" You asked yourself

"Hell?" You heard a voice say

You flinched at the sound of the voice and turned towards the sound. It was Jack, sitting in a corner, watching you.

"Jack! You scared the shit out of me." You said, breathing heavily from the fear that struck you

"What is...shit?" He asked

Your eyes widened, realizing that Jack doesn't really use cuss words and vulgar language that much.

"Uh...n-nothing. I meant...'You scared the living daylights out of me'" You assured Jack

He tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

"J-just...forget it, Jack. It's nothing to worry about. What have you been up to? Why is it so messy in here?" You asked

"Oh. Sam wanted me to move some things. I don't really like it so I decided to quit for now." He told you

You shook your head, no wonder Sam and Dean have tension lately. Ever since Jack came into the bunker, Dean was opposed to him. Always had such a negative attitude towards him. Sam and you were on a somewhat similar page. You wanted to help Jack and protect him. Sam wanted to help Jack but to also train him to defend himself, like Sam was a father.

"Oh. Well, I'm just about to make some breakfast. You want anything?" You asked him

He stood up, wearing a white t-shirt and some jeans from day you saw him at the sheriff's department. He thought for a second as you cleaned up the brothers' mess.

"Do you have any Nougat?" He asked

You chuckled. Remembering that he absolutely loved Snickers and other types of candy.

"Uh, how about some ACTUAL breakfast food?" You asked him, "Have you ever had chicken before?"

He shook his head.

"I've had...what was called a 'burger' with Sam before. I don't know if I've eaten, 'chicken'."

You smiled a bit.

"Burgers come from cows. Since you've had meat before, I bet you'll love chicken. So, how about I'll make some scrambled eggs and some toast. Sound good?" You asked as you turned on the stove

Jack looked and watched you with curiosity. He smiled a little.

"Um...yes. I'd like that." He said with a twinkle in his eyes

You smiled and nodded. Walking from this counter to that, preparing to scramble some eggs for the confused and adorable Nephi. You took out your headphones and stuck one in an ear. The other was dangling, just in case you were addressed and needed to answer back. You hummed softly as you scrambled the eggs and cooked them to light and fluffy perfection. Jack listened to you and tilted his head.

"What's that?" He asked

You put the eggs on a plate and smiled at him.

"What's what?" You asked