Alexander Calvert Imagines

IMAGINE: Falling in Love with Jack

You lay on the couch, your nose in a book, as you wait for Dean and Sam, your twin brother, to get home. You hear someone coming down the hall and see Jack, a boy your brothers Dean and Sam took in, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

      You lay the book on your stomach and sit up. "Well hello there, sleepy head." You smile brightly. You move your legs so Jack can sit on the couch beside you.

     "You should have woken me, Y/N." He yawns.

     "I figured you needed your rest. There was no point in waking you."

     "Thanks." He smiles tiredly at you. Your heart flips pleasantly and you look away from him. Ever since your brothers took Jack in, you've started to have feelings for him. You spend most of your days with Jack, especially when Dean and Sam go on hunts, like tonight.

     Jack rests his head on the couch and stares at you, a smile on his lips. "What're you reading?" He asks curiously.

     "Harry Potter." You reply, holding it up to show him.

     "Oh. Can I read with you?"

      Your eyebrows raise in surprise. "Yeah, I mean, sure, why not?" You move closer to him until you're right next to each other. Jack moves even closer, and you hold the book out to him. He grabs one side and you grab the other. You turn your head to look at him and still. His face is a few inches from yours and he's smiling at you. You feel like your heart is about to rip out of your chest.

     "You-you might be kind of lost because I'm already half-way through." You stammer softly.

      "That's okay. I'll just ask for clarification if I need anything." He whispers, his eyes staring into yours. You swallow hard and then turn to the book. It's hard to concentrate and read when Jack is so near you, his arm hovering around your shoulders.

       "I'm ready for the page to be turned now, Y/N." Jack says softly after a few minutes. You snap out of your daze, realizing you haven't read a single word on the page.

     "Uh, oh, sure." You mutter, turning the page to 394.

After nearly a half an hour of your eyes glazing over the pages, you slowly look at Jack and find him already staring at you. "I-I-I think I'd like to be done reading..." You whisper.

       He nods. "That's fine." He murmurs. Your eyes search his as he slowly lifts a hand up to cup the curve of your cheek. You don't break eye contact, your whole body frozen in place. He leans forward, his eyes closing. You start to lean forward to meet him when you hear a car door slam.

      You jump up and sink a hand through your hair. "Uh, my brothers are home. I-I-I need to go get dinner started." You stammer nervously, turning towards the kitchen.

     "I'll help you." Jack stands up and grabs your arm.

      You turn to face him and put your hands on his chest, stopping him. "No, no, no. That's-that's okay. I've got it." You breathe, before disappearing into the kitchen. When you're alone in the kitchen, you lean against the counter and put your face in your hands, doing some deep breathing to calm your racing heart.

      "Y/N, Jack, we're home." Dean says, coming into the house.

      "Hey, guys." You hear Jack say.

      "Hey, Y/N." Sam says, coming into the kitchen. You whirl around and smile, as if nothing happened—as if you weren't just about to kiss Jack a minute ago.

      "Hi, Sam." You go to your twin brother and hug him tightly.

      "Whoa, Y/N, are you okay? You're trembling." He states, pulling back to look at you worriedly.