Puddles Of Petals | Jack Kline

Chapter Eleven: The Boys

Castiel was over taken with fear at the possibilities now that Jack had found you as his eternal. The case they were on could be shot if the supernatural world knew about the two of you. Dean could see it on his best friends face, the distress it held.

The way he walked was tense, in fact he paced with no words spoken as of why. "Cas-" The angel didn't reply, only giving the elder a lost look. "Dean this could be bad." As much as the Winchester hated to admit it, the angles weird behavior was putting him on edge. "Cas if we knew what was wrong maybe we could help." The blue eyed man let a breath out, "Is it about y/n-" Dean cut him off quickly. "The girl we picked up?"

A nod came from Castiel, "They're eternals. Like soulmates, there's only ever been written myths about a nephilim finding their eternals, and they're not good." The boys faces held a deep confusion, though before they could question a rushed hand came to the two brothers shoulders and brought them back to the bunker.

Jack and you had spent a little too long in the shower after the happy news, leading you to return the favor. It blossomed to more just a while after, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself for long. But neither could he.

With the thought that no one else was in the bunker your pleasured sounds were alive, as we're Jack's. Though, his encouragement for your sounds out weighed his own moaning. Giggling as the nephilim nipped at your neck, his fingers found their way to your sides. The poking and prodding making you squeal and wiggle away from him.

The sound echoed through the halls and fell on the Winchesters ears. Their heads snapped towards the nephilims bedroom at the noise, cautiously pulling out their weapons. Their concerned features switched into ones of panic when another loud scream was emitted. In a split second the brothers were at the bathroom door, ready to bust it down.

Just before they could, however, a giggle bursted out. Booming off the tile. A grunt left Deans lips, when he figured out what the two of you were doing, and he held out his hand to stop Sam. "Jack?!" The bathroom went quiet at the elders firm voice, the rapping at the door making you jump. Your mouth grew dry, you didn't know they'd come back tonight and by the looks of it neither had Jack.

The nephilim looked at you for help, motioning down at the hard member against his stomach.

"I- we can do this later-" There was a childish huff behind the door as the Winchesters waited. "Y/n I'm not- I'm not appearance ready." They could hear the distress in the boy's voice. You sighed, running a hand down your face. You leaned down to grab your towel before turning back to your eternal. "Okay, okay. I'll go out first. Take-" There was another snicker. With an exaggerated eye roll Dean banged on the wood once again."Take care of yourself."

You wrapped the towel around you, scowling at the door that seemed so impatient. Now infront of the Winchester's, you were intimidated and searching your brain for answers. Their faces held a light amusement, aside from the angels. You briefly wondered if Castiel had ever smiled. The emotion, though, was soon over powered with anger and confusion.

"So we're on a life threatening case and the two of you are playing house?!" Dean asked sternly, his face close to your own. "Had we known it was so 'life threatening', maybe we could've been there to help!" You snapped back, pushing him away.

You feared they could tell you were holding your breath, you don't directly know these people. Not to mention, the stories you heard weren't great either. Walking back from the brothers, and to one of your eternals dressers, you look at them through the mirror. Sighing sadly, you make eye contact with the elder brother. "Do you even know what Jack went through searching for you three? If I had half a brain I'd think you lied to him on purpose." You paused, squinting your eyes at them when the golden glowed boy stumbled out of the bathroom.