Nephilim Kisses: Jack Kline X Reader

Chapter 1: Angels and Monsters

You stepped into the bunker, exhausted from the work of the day. You didn't kill monsters for a living like Sam and Dean Winchester, but research could be just as mentally draining. Since you were a young girl, you'd loved listening to ghost stories around the campfire and that interest led you to study the Biblical, demonology, monsterology, urban legends, and just about everything in between.
You'd helped the Winchesters out on a case before and the boys had learned to trust you despite the fact that you had just barely graduated college. Sam had kept in touch with you over the years, and you were always a phone call away if the boys needed you to do extra research while they were out doing the dirty work on a hunt. Sometimes that meant scouring local libraries until the sun went down and sneezing from the dust of ancient books, but you loved knowing that you were helping restore the lives of innocent people. The Men of Letters bunker had plenty of books, and more often than not, you were able to do your work with the comforts of your loungewear and some snacks, but you didn't mind going the extra mile every once in a while.

You knew all about the Winchesters- how they'd stopped the apocalypse about a million different times. They were incredible men and you were honored to get to work alongside them.
You'd never been one for hunting or killing, but you still wished you could go out into the field sometimes and watch how things really went down. Lately though, it seemed you had even less of a chance of that. The Winchesters had apparently taken on a new charge, a young and startling attractive man who was around your age. Every time you asked about him or spotted him hiding behind the Winchesters and tried to introduce yourself, Dean wouldn't let you anywhere near him. You were starting to think they were holding the poor boy captive.
But today, your hours of research were rewarded after Dean and Sam defeated the creature they'd been hunting- a Japanese monster called a jikininki. Sam called you, thanking you profusely before relaying the good news: "I finally convinced Dean to let you meet Jack."

At first, you were concerned that the Winchesters had decided to adopt the jikininki, take it home, and name it Jack. Then you realized that Jack was the name of the boy with the gorgeous eyes that the boys were hiding from you.
"Finally!" You said with a laugh. "His name is Jack, huh?"

"It's not that Dean and I were trying to keep him from you. It's just that... well, Jack has been through a lot. We're being extra careful with who we trust with his identity. But you've been living in the bunker and helping us out long enough, and you seem to be curious about him, so I think you can meet him after the hunt today ."
Sam's obvious concern for you warmed your heart. "Thank you, Sammy. It means a lot."

You didn't need the Winchesters' permission to do anything- if you'd wanted to meet Jack, you would have, but Sam and Dean obviously cared about Jack and you wanted to respect their wishes. You'd quickly packed up your things from the library and headed home to the bunker, throwing off your shoes and changing into a comfortable tank top as soon as you arrived. You threw on Netflix, made yourself a midnight breakfast of pancakes and syrup, and poured yourself a glass of wine while you waited for the boys to arrive. After a while, you got bored and turned back to your books.

The lore books about angels and demons in the bunker were just as good as any fantasy show. You traced your fingers over a diagram of angel wings. It was even more fascinating to think that they really existed, even if some of them were douchebags. You'd met Cas and Gabriel and loved them both. Part of you had originally wanted to revere them like the otherworldly beings they were, but they were also people, not a research experiment. Cas was a bit serious and awkward, but full of virtue, humor, and could see past Dean's rough exterior.  Gabriel could only be described as a class clown. You wondered about Jack and why his identity was so secret. The door opened and a breeze moved through the ever-cold bunker as the Winchesters and Jack entered.