Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Just A Nightmare

Characters: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings: angst and fluff at the end

Summary: when you can't sleep at night, you try and see if Jack is up. When he is having a nightmare, you try and make it better.

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The blinking red 2:34 AM was the only thing you could see in the pitch black. Living in an underground Bunker, there were no windows to see the outside world. Just darkness wherever you looked. Ever since you got into bed at midnight, you couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because of the rain falling or the thunder booming in the night sky. Not even this bunker could protect you from those sounds.

Maybe some warm milk might help with a book to read. Dean hated you going into his man cave that he built for himself since you were a woman, but he was asleep right now and wouldn't mind. Throwing the covers off you, you got up before leaving your phone exactly where it was. There was no use in having it since there was no one up to contact you.

Taking the throw blanket, you wrapped it around your shoulders before exiting your room. Dean's was right across from yours while Sam and Jack's were in a different hallway.

The lights on the wall were dim in case someone needed to go to the bathroom. With no windows, there was no source of light to guide you to where you needed to go. The concrete floor was cold, but you didn't mind as you made your way to the library.

When you first discovered this Bunker with the brothers, you had Sam build you a library case where you could fill it with your personal books that were available to anyone who wanted to read them. Picking one you haven't read before, you made your way to Dean's man cave before settling on one of the chairs.

Opening the book to the first page, you turned on the lamp before starting to read. The words were right in front of you, but your brain wasn't processing any of them. The only thing on your mind was Jack. Lately, you have been worried about him since he started using magic to stay alive. His grace would come back eventually, but not quick enough.

He says he's fine, that sleeping at night was a peaceful experience, but you didn't believe him. Based on the bags under his eyes and the fact that he seemed sad all the time, you knew something was going on. The way you cared for him wasn't like how you cared for the brothers or even Castiel. There was something about the boy that made your heart flutter, but all he needed on his plate was confusing feelings for you.

He had so many other things to worry about than you, which is why you haven't said anything to him about it. Maybe when the time is right, but it wasn't right now. Thinking it might be good to check up on him, you closed the book and turned off the light. Keeping the blanket tight around your body, you padded out of the room and down the hall where his bedroom is.

Approaching the door, you didn't want to open it and wake him if he was sleeping. Pressing your ear to the door, you didn't hear anything that would alarm you. Maybe you should go back to bed, and deal with Jack in the morning. Lately, he's been getting up when Sam down since the younger brother's room was right across from Jack's. Deciding that this might be a good plan, you moved to leave when you heard a cry come from Jack's room.

Quickly entering it, you saw him on his bed, tossing and turning with his eyes closed. He must be having a nightmare which would explain all the sadness and bags under his eyes. Closing the door as to not wake Sam, you rushed over to him before turning on the lamp beside his bed.

"Jack, wake up," you said as you touched his shoulder. At the faint contact, he shot out of bed, panting as sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked around before settling his eyes on you. Once he registered that you weren't going to hurt him, he tried to calm down.

"Are you okay?" you asked as you took a seat on the edge of his bed. He took a deep breath before staring at you with wide eyes. He swallowed thickly before looking down in shame. "It's okay, Jack. You were having a nightmare."

"It wasn't just a nightmare," he whispered, trying to find the words.

"Is this why you haven't been sleeping at night?" you asked. When he nodded soundlessly, you got your answer.

"It's the same one over and over again. Lucifer is always there, and Castiel, and you, and Sam and Dean. I can't do anything as I watch," he paused suddenly, seemingly not able to finish.

"It's okay, we're right here. Lucifer is dead. He can't hurt us anymore," you said as you grabbed his hand, running your thumb over the back of it.

"Will you stay with me?" he asked, his voice seeming far away.

"Of course," you whispered, getting up and taking the blanket off your shoulders. Getting into bed with Jack, you faced him just as he laid back down. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Thank you," he sighed, turning to face you.

"You have nothing to worry about," you scooted closer to him. "They're just nightmares."

"Do you ever get them?"

"All the damn time. At first, they used to be about people I couldn't save. Kids haunting me, yelling at me "why couldn't you save me?". After a while, I tried not to let the guilt get to me, and those nightmares went away only to be replaced by Sam and Dean dying at my hand. Dying because of a mistake I made. Those went away after it actually happened, and now they are about Michael. I can't imagine how much worse it is for Dean."

"How do you deal with them?" Jack looked so broken by these nightmares, you were compelled to stay with him forever until he felt better.

"Sometimes I don't. But most of the time, it's because of you, Sam, Dean, and Castiel. Just seeing your face makes me so much happier."

"Seeing your face makes it better for me too," he confessed, putting his hand over yours.

"Go to sleep, Jack. I'm right here. I won't let the nightmares hurt you again," you smiled and he nodded, closing his eyes easily. There will never not be a time where you will always put him first.