Playing the Devil's Advocate [Jack Kline x Reader]

Prologue~

"All I remember is seeing him naked on the floor and curled up in a ball..."

Father?

No, Jack. I'm not your father.

F-Father.

Sammy? Are you okay—? Woah, is that—?

Sammy?

In here, Dean.

No, no, no, no! DEAN!

DEAN!

"Then Dean came storming in with his gun, shot it at him, and then he lifted us all up with a powerful force. It surprised me how freaking powerful this guy is. He knocked us all out by throwing us against the wall. Then I remember having a dream about Mom...and apparently you two had the same dream."

Stay away from them.

Mom.

I love you guys.

Mom?

Mom!

AHHHHHH!

You flinched, recalling how you woke up that day.

"It was when Mom was defending us from Lucifer and then she suddenly just started floating upwards and burning like...how vengeful spirits do. Then I saw Mom burning on the ceiling with the scared look on Dad's face as he watched and then I woke up...terrified."

You sighed and looked at your blanket.

"You know the rest: We found Jack at the local police station and the angels tried to get their hands on him. We killed the angels and that one kid...uh, Clark. He got stabbed by an angel and he had to be sent to the ER."

You put your hands in your lap.

"Now, the son of Lucifer is in our safe haven. I'm just afraid he'll tear me to shreds like I'm a piece of meat. Look, I know this is your whole idea but...I'm scared. What do I do?"

Sam lifted your chin up and smiled.

"Give him a chance."