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

Knives and Bitter Tries~

(WARNING: Triggering content such as self-harm and suicide. If you are easily triggered by this, feel free to exit the story. I'm here to talk if you ever need someone. :) Read on, lovelies.)

It was night. You returned home with the Winchester's and Jack from a hunt. Dean was covered in blood and pissy (as always). You went to your room and showered, washing all of the gunk off of your body. You felt better knowing all of that dirt, blood, and funky sweat went into the drain. You grabbed a towel and put on your green flannel with some sleep shorts, about to get some rest. You lied down in your bed and snuggled into your pillow. For a second, your mind went everywhere and went into a crazy nightmare. But you found out it wasn't a nightmare, it was a flashback.

Gasp...

You heard the sound of someone inhaling heavily, like gasping. You tossed and turned, not knowing what this was.

NOO!

You heard someone yell. You recognized that yell. It sounded eerily familiar.

Ching

The sound of something sharp and metallic. It hit the air so that it made that sound. The blurry flashback suddenly came to life and you realized, this was the day Dean got stabbed by Metatron. You saw Metatron run away as Sam ran to his side. You ran to Dean and tears filled your eyes.

No Dean, please...stay with us.

You begged him not to go. Sam held his face with his hands.

Dean? DEAN!

You could hear the pain in his voice as he called out his name.

DEAN PLEASE!

You shouted at him and then you flinched awake, tears streaming down your face. You sat up and touched your cheeks.

"Fuck..." You murmured to yourself

You sniffled and then opened your door. You started to walk down the hallway when you hear a familiar noise again.

Ching. Ching.

That eerie but also terrifying sound you didn't want to hear again. You ran towards the noise to see Jack, stabbing himself repeatedly with a knife. Your eyes widened and your breathing shortened at the sight.

"Jack? JACK!" You said as you ran into his room

You grabbed the knife away from his hands and looked at him. The shirt he was wearing had tears in them, from wear he stabbed himself.

"What? What the hell are you doing?!" You exclaimed in fear, knowing all to well what this looked like

"I—"

"Jack!" You shouted at him in worry and fright, "W-why?"

You started to develop tears in your eyes.

"Dean said that he'd kill me eventually...but, it seems like I can't be killed—"

"GOOD! Good...because..." you paused as you tried to hold your tears back