Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #27: Antichrist

This imagine is dedicated to amara_smiles

Imagine: You meet Jack and connect with him.

Age: eighteen

Disclaimer: THERE ARE MAJOR SEASON THIRTEEN SPOILERS IN HERE JUST WARNING YOU.

Second Disclaimer: THINGS IN THIS STORY ARE PROBABLY GOING TO MOVE RIDICULOUSLY FAST SO BEAR WITH ME ITS NOT REALLY REALISTIC.

When you ran into the police station to retrieve Jack, Sam and Dean hot on your tail, you expected a blood-thirsty nineteen year-old squeezing the life out of an innocent an unsuspecting cop. You expected pain, blood, glowing eyes.

You expected hell, and what you got was a muffin of a boy who liked nougat.

He had a sweet face, kind eyes, and that curious little smile that Sam and Dean only ever saw on you. That awe-filled, wondrous smile of a teen who was discovering the world.

And when you burst in the station's rec room, your gun ready, and you saw that toothy, chocolatey grin looking up at you curiously, you couldn't help but to register just how cute he was.

"Hi!" Jack's voice. You expected it to be deep, hungry, gruff. But it was light, and airy, and startlingly cheerful. Your and Sam's guns slowly lowered to the ground, but Dean's didn't.

"Jack?" You asked tentatively, even though you already knew it was him. His smile left his face, but his eyes were still friendly as his head tilted to the side in curiosity.

That head tilt. That little turn was so slight anyone else wouldn't have noticed it. But you did. It was the same head tilt that Cas used to do.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, his eyes taking in the sight of the three Winchesters and their white-knuckle gripped guns, and you could sense the alarm that coursed through his shoulders. Immediately you slowly slid your gun into your belt, making sure he watched you do it while Dean flashed you a few bewildered looks.

"It's okay." You held out one hand toward Jack while the other flicked backwards at the boys, gesturing desperately for them to put their pistols away. You knew the result of pointing a gun at the Antichrist, you found out back in the lake house when Dean tried to shoot him, "It's okay, boys. You can put up the guns. He won't hurt us, right Jack? And we won't hurt you?"

"Yes." Jack confirmed cheerfully, his sparkle returning to his eyes as he watched Sam copy your movements.

"Are you insane?" Dean spoke harshly, and a quick glance behind you told you that his gun was as ready as it had ever been, "He's the friggin' Antichrist."

"He's a kid," you snapped, "so shut up, Dean."

"Is he going to try to shoot me again?" You were surprised to find that Jack had decided to focus his attention on you, pointing to Dean.

"No," You said firmly, speaking as much to Dean as you were to Jack.

"No one is going to hurt you."

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"Dean, I don't understand why you're so keen to hate him, he's useful!"

"'Why am I so keen to hate him', I don't know, maybe cause he's Lucifer's kid!"

"He's also Kelly's kid. And you heard him back in the station, he said Cas is his father."