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

Like Father, Like Son~

{The basis of this imagine is that Jack has turned to the darker side of things, like his Father and has learned to love it.}

It was two days after you, Sam and Dean had took Jack away from the house where he was born in. You let him explore his room in the bunker and Dean and Sam were arguing about him.

"Dean, he isn't like that..."

"Yes, he is. If you forgot, he's THE SON OF LUCIFER! So yeah! I'd like to think the kid's got a bit of daddy's issues, don't you think?" Dean asked

"No! Dean, he was born two days ago. He doesn't even know who he is."

"Exactly, and that's why he's so dangerous to us. We've tried to save things that were evil and turn them into good but that plan always fails, Sammy! The kid's a monster."

"Was I a monster?" Sam asked, bringing up a past memory

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, frustrated

"Was I a monster when I was sucking up demon blood and destroying demons with my bare hands?!" Sam asked him, this argument turning more heated

"You were turning into a demon, that's totally different—"

"No, it isn't Dean! Jack, isn't a monster. I believe he can be good and that he can train his powers to put to good use."

"Stop pretending that you care about him. All you care about is what he can do for you."

Jack overheard this and frowned in thought.

"Maybe...I am a monster." He said to himself

You were walking down the hallway to find Jack staring at Sam and Dean from afar. You walked towards him with a smile.

"Hey, Jack!" You greeted

Jack turned over to you, still with that same frown on his face.

"Hi, Y/N." He said back

"What's wrong? You seem confused."

He shook his head.

"I'm okay." He told you with a small smile

"Alright, I'll see you." You told him as you entered the kitchen

He looked down at the ground and looked at his hands.

"Monster." He murmured to himself

He then disappeared from the bunker.

~~~

You went to do research with Sam while Dean was on an errand run. You haven't seen Jack in six hours and you were getting worried.

"You think he went in his room?" You asked Sam

Sam shrugged.

"No idea. Maybe. But...if he did, I would've seen him on the monitor." He said as he pointed at the screen

You looked over at the monitor and frowned in worry.

"Damn. Where could he be?" You asked

You then got up from your seat and stared calling Jack's name.

"Jack? Jack, where are you? Jack!"

You went into his room and didn't see him. You checked the secluded corner in the kitchen and you didn't see him there either. You started to freak out.

"Sammy! He's not where he usually is. I called him and he's not answering back. He must be gone." You told him

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, it's going to be okay." Sam said as he put his hands on your shoulder

You whimpered as you shook your head.

"Sammy, I miss him." You told him

He pulled you in for a giant and warm moose hug. You hugged him back, holding onto his flannel in desperation.

"Shh. It's okay." Sam said as he stroked your hair

You buried your face in his flannel and sniffled.

"I just want him to be okay." You told him

"I know, I know." He said

"Can we do anything to track him down?" You asked 

"I can check the lore, but not that I know of." Sam said to you

You nodded as the both of you pulled away. He went off to find the lore as you went to your room. As you turned the doorknob, you felt a hand cover your mouth and pull you back. A muffled scream could be heard. You were then knocked out cold.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Sam said as he ran over to where your room

The only thing he found was the symbol of a trident on the floor, in blood.

~~~

You woke up to a dimly light room. You shook her head a bit and then looked at yourself. You weren't tied up (thank god) but you were sitting on a cold floor, apparently compensated by thin blankets. So, clearly this wasn't supposed to be as terrifying as it seemed.

"Y/N." A voice said

You flinched and looked around.

"Who said that? I'm warning you! I may be super dazed and confused by I have a killer punch that can knock your face out." You threatened

"I thought we were friends." The voice said, not exactly the response you expected

"Wait. What? Who are you?" You asked

"You don't recognize me?" The voice asked

The person stepped into the light and revealed themselves. It was Jack, only with red scarring around his eyes and cheeks. He seemed...changed.

"J-Jack?" You asked, "What the hell happened to you? Who did this?"

He shook his head.

"No one did this. I did it to myself." He said with the same old smile, except you were now seeing it in a whole different light

"So, you...made yourself look like that?" You asked

He nodded.

"I have come to realize, that, Dean thinks I'm a monster. And I've come to a conclusion that I'm being taken advantage of, because I was born a few days ago." Jack said

You haven't seen him act like this before. He must be possessed or something.

"Jack, look, Dean's in a bad place and he will say things he wouldn't mean. Sam and I can convince him that you aren't a monster, Jack."

He chuckled. You gulped nervously, getting a little scared.

"Jack, please...you're kinda creeping me out."

"Y/N, I've finally realized that, I am just like my father," he said with his eyes glowing an orange/yellow hue

"...but way better."

To be continued...