Supernatural Imagines

Nightmare/Jack

Jack grudgingly walked into the kitchen at 10am. You and Jack were the only ones in the bunker. Sam and Dean were on a hunt and Castiel was off doing whatever. So it came as no surprise when he walked in to see you at the table, drinking coffee.

"Morning..." you trailed off as you spotted him.

"Morning." He yawned.

"Jack? Are you okay?" You asked, standing.

"Yeah, I'm good." He nodded.

"Don't lie to me Jack. I always know when you lie." You told him, approaching the Nephilim.

He sighed, knowing you were right. You could always tell. But the bags under his eyes and his tired eyes gave away he wasn't okay.

"I haven't been getting that great of sleep." He mumbled.

"Why not?" You asked.

He hesitated. He looked into you E/C eyes and knew he could trust you.

"I've been having nightmares." He whispered.

"You want to tell me about them?" You asked softly.

He shook his head, tears welling up into his eyes.

"You should go get some sleep. Sam and Dean will be upset if they see you like this." You informed him.

"I know. But I can't. I can't have anymore of those nightmares." His voice cracked a couple times.

You grew worried. These nightmares were really effecting him.

"What if I stay with you? While you sleep I'll stay with you the entire time." You offered.

"I-I can't ask you to-"

"Your not asking, I'm offering." You interrupted him.

"I-I think it might work." He stuttered, a blush beginning to coat his cheeks.

Jack had always had this weird feeling around you. Like you meant more to him than anyone else. He asked Cas about these feelings and he had Jack had a crush on you. Not like Jack knew what that meant.

He was broken out of his thoughts by you taking his hand and beginning to lead him down the hall towards his bedroom. You both entered the room and you turned on the TV, turning it on a cartoon channel where Scooby-doo was playing. Jack laid down and you sat in a chair next to him. You curled your hand into his and he couldn't help but smile at your interlocked hands.

For a half hour everything was silent besides the TV going. You still held his hand.

"I can't sleep." He mumbled, opening his eyes.

You turned towards him.

"What can I do?" You asked softly.

Jack began to blush again as a thought came to mind. But he kept his mouth shut.

"Jack, if you have an idea tell me." You told him.

"Well, um, you could- you could lay with me?" Jack mumbled.

"You want to cuddle?" You asked.

Jack shyly nodded.

"Jack you never have to ask to cuddle with me. I love cuddling." You smiled at him before standing.

You stripped yourself of your flannel, leaving a t-shirt behind and your boots. You crawled into bed with Jack.

"How you wanna do this?" You asked.

"I don't know any certain way." He shrugged.

You nodded and laid your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you.

"Better?" You asked.

"A lot." He answered, tightening his grip on you.

Within a few minutes, the rise and fall of Jack's chest became even but his heart still continued to beat fast. You smiled at that and fell asleep yourself.

A couple hours later, the bunker door banged opened and the booming voice of Dean filled the bunker. Neither you or Jack answered and both men grew worried. They continued down the hall to your room, only to find it empty. They then went down to Jack's room and opened the door, only to find the two of you cuddling, asleep on the bed.

"Don't wake them up. Jack hasn't been getting good sleep." Sam whispered.

Dean nodded and quietly shut the door behind him. Although he made no comment, he couldn't deny that the two of you would make a cute couple.