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

Guess Who's Back, Jack?~

                Requested by: LapisPrincessLibby
{Based on 13.09}

It had been a couple weeks since Jack left the bunker, in fear of himself and what he would do to Team Free Will, especially you. You had dealt with Jack's disappearance not so well. You lacked proper sleep and you seemed to be drinking more than enough beer for days on end. It was morning and you were feeling slightly hungover. You didn't go to any parties but you stayed up late and drank away your fears and worries about the Nephilim. Dean's phone rang and you lie on the couch, not wanting to move at all. This was a result of your depression. You didn't want to do anything at all and you didn't want to move. You didn't see the point in it.

"Hey, Jody." Dean answered

"Hey, Jody! What's going on?" Sam asked

Dean put Jody on speaker.

"Hey boys," Jody said, "I got something for ya."

Dean and Sam looked at each other.

"Friend of mine from Bismarck PD called with a lead. He said that a local artist was found dead...with his eyes burnt out."

Sam's mouth opened a bit in shock and Dean frowned with interest.

"Sounds angel-y." Dean said

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Jody said in response, "except for that there was a witness. The victim's girlfriend; she pegged someone at the scene. She gave the police a description. I think it's your boy."

Sam's eyes widened in hope and Dean looked at him with a look that said, "I told you so."

"Thanks Jody." Sam said

"No problem, we'll see you guys soon." Jody said as she hung up

Sam's laptop made a small sound and he opened it back up, seeing that he received an email from Jody with an attachment. Sam opened up the attachment and saw the drawing of what looked like Jack.

"Dean...come here. I think this is him." Sam said, zooming in on the drawing

Dean went over to Sam and looked at the drawing. He analyzed it for a minute and then stood back up. You didn't want to move to see what they were looking at....until you heard this.

"That's Jack." Dean said

Your head then shot straight up, looking back at Sam and Dean.

"Jack...?" You asked, your voice a bit hoarse from crying last night

"Y/N...I'm sorry—" Sam said

You then got up and ran over to where the brothers were, looking at the picture. You shuddered, finally letting hope back inside you again.

"Jack! Jack! That's Jack!" You said, pointing at the picture and smiling wide for the first time in a week

Dean nodded and Sam smiled at you. You then closed the laptop quickly and glared at it.

"Bastard." You said

You then walked away, feeling many different emotions from seeing that drawing. You felt really happy, knowing that he isn't dead, but you also felt angry because he is still in the country and roaming around. You also felt sad and betrayed because you were hurting and longing for him to come back to you. Many of these emotions flooded your mind and you didn't know what exact emotion to feel.

"He leaves...to protect us. Couple weeks later, he's reported at the site of a dead man and known to still be alive. He leaves me! ME! THE PERSON WHO LOVES HIM AT ALL COSTS AND YET HE DOESN'T EVEN TRY AND COMMUNICATE?! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?!" You raged to yourself