Nephilim Kisses: Jack Kline X Reader

Chapter 3: Unspoken Prayers

The next time you opened your eyes, you almost doubled over in pain at the return of the burning in your head and every single ache and pain in your legs. At least you felt well-rested. I better be, you thought. I've slept enough in one day to make up for all my late-night research sessions combined.

You went to sit up but stilled at the sight of Jack sitting at the foot of your bed. Maybe it would be easier to pretend like everything you'd seen today had been a dream, but you needed to own up to your mistakes. Attempting to flush out a vampire nest on your own and forcing Jack to go along with your plan had only gotten him in trouble, and with the ever-shifting nature of his powers, you knew now that Sam and Dean kept him on a short enough leash without you causing more problems.

You thought back to your conversation with him in this very room the other day. Jack genuinely treated the Winchesters like family, and he'd made a point to let you follow through with your own choices, coming to your rescue only when they didn't work out. He had told you he felt like he wasn't in control, but it seemed that maybe you were the one who could learn a lesson or two from him about control and pushing your own limits. Jack was a Nephilim, a real Nephilim. He had power the likes of which you'd never imagined, but if anyone should have such power, it was this kind-hearted boy.

You tried to quiet your thoughts as Jack suddenly stood from the edge of your bed and moved to the front of your room, resting his hands on the edge of your desk and looking up at himself in the mirror that hung over it.
His eyes shone that mystical color again, somewhere between molten gold and hellfire, as he studied himself. He was murmuring something to himself over and over again in the mirror, and at first you thought it was a chant or spell of some kind until you caught the words.

"Asshole angels. Kind monsters. Asshole angels. Kind monsters." Jack's face crumpled as he looked away from the mirror. Finally, eyes fading back to their usual cool tone, he looked at the mirror again. "Angels are sex... what was it... sexy. Angels are sexy."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth, alerting the Nephilim to your conscious state.

"(Y/N)!" Jack hurried over, then slowed his pace, approaching you cautiously. "Does your head still hurt? I chose not to heal you because you showed signs of distress when I tried, back in the vampire's nest. I would like to help you, if you'll let me."

You tried to sit up, then shuddered as a flash of pain moved through you. "You can heal me now, Jack. Thank you for waiting."

Jack sat a safe distance away from you on the bed, tentatively pressing the tips of his fingers to your forehead. You closed your eyes, adjusting to the sensation of Jack's magical touch. It started as a faint tingling sensation, like ASMR or pins and needles but in your head, spreading outwards to the rest of your body and finally dissolving into a feeling of overwhelming peace and calm. Any ounce of prior pain was gone.

"Thank you," you whispered. Jack nodded, but he wouldn't look at you. His face was a mixture of sadness and fear.

"I'm sorry, Jack," you started. "I was just surprised, that's all. I've never met a Nephilim before."

"I understand," he said softly. "I'm sorry I kept it from you for so long. I didn't want to lose you, or see fear in your eyes when you look at me. A lot of hunters think angels are... douchebags, as Dean says, and I couldn't bear for you to... for you to..."
Jack inhaled sharply, unable to stop a few tears from spilling over. "I thought that if you thought I was just a hunter, you might want to..."

Your heart broke.
You shook your head insistently and reached out to cup Jack's face in the palm of your hand. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch with a sigh. "Even if you are part angel, you're part human too, and you're the sweetest one I've ever known of either species. I like spending time with you because you're you, not because one of your parents was an angel. It definitely explains a lot of your confusion about the world, though. You and Cas could be confused twins."