Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #37: The Voice of an Angel

Imagine: Jack hears you singing and is mesmerized by it.

Age: like eighteen i guess

     You hummed quietly at yourself as you drifted throughout the bunker, cleaning and organizing and dusting, halfway between bored and contented. You had music playing over the bunker's sound system, as no one on Team Free Will 2.0 was home except you.

     Or so you thought.

     One of the songs came on, one that matched well with your voice, and you began to sing along. (By the way, I highly recommend listening to the song I use in this imagine, cause it's rlly good. Ed Sheeran, man.)

     "I found a life, for me. Darling just dive right in, follow my lead." You sang, your voice soft and dramatic, nothing less than perfect as you swayed gracefully about the room.

     Unbeknownst to you, Jack was home, and had followed the sound of a beautiful voice to find you dancing slowly in the kitchen, leaning against the doorway and watching you with lovestruck eyes.

     "I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Well I never knew you were the someone waiting for me." You had absolutely no idea your half-angel boyfriend was behind you, his gaze trained on what he could see of your face as you twisted and turned with your eyes closed, completely absorbed into the music.

     "Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was. I will not give you up, this time." Jack had never heard something that struck in him such a warm, awe-inspired feeling in his chest, and he found himself loving it more and more with every syllable that slipped past your lips. He found himself with an all but overwhelming urge to kiss your lips, but he also wanted to listen to you sing until the day he died, and he couldn't decide which idea he liked more.

     "Darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own. And in your eyes you're holding mine." You voice swelled and dipped and pranced and twisted, and Jack soon realized that he was close to tears, "Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to your favorite song."

     Jack stood in the doorway silently watching you until the song had finished and your eyes had flitted open. You turned around to move onto a different room, pulled back into the world of cleaning, and about screamed when you saw Jack standing before, leaning against the doorframe.

     "How long have you been there?" You squeaked, holding your broom close to your chest. He gave that signature, large smile as he stepped down the stairs toward you.

     "Long enough to listen to you singing, and out of everything I've discovered about humans and the world so far, hearing you sing has been the most amazing." He said, his eyes sparkling with awe, wonder, and love. You blushed sheepishly, looking at the ground.

     "I'm not that good-" You mumbled, trailing off. Your ears were hot as Jack stepped even closer, pulling the broom from your hands and discarding it before pulling you to him by the waist.

     "Not that good?" He mocked, "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, Y/n."

     You giggled slightly, laying your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his neck, "Thank you baby."

      He pulled you away from him, cupping your face in his hands and pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

     "I want to hear more." He said after he'd pulled away, and you chuckled.

     "You gotta help me clean, then." You retorted, stooping to pick up the forgotten broom and handing it to him.

     "Yes ma'am." He said, and together the two of you continued to clean the bunker, with you singing and dancing for Jack's entertainment.