Jack Kline x Reader One-shots

20 pt. 2

Here is a part two to my last imagine.

~3rd P.O.V.~

After weeks of celebrating different holidays, it was time to celebrate Sam's birthday. Sam was wearing a crown that read 'Happy Birthday' while the others had on regular party hats. Everyone sang Happy Birthday while Dean had a noise maker and blew on it. Jack, Y/N and Mrs. Butters just clapped.

"Oh, Mrs. B, when it's my birthday, can I put in the request to have the, uh, Rice Krispie treats?" Dean said with a small smile. "Oh. Dear, at your age, I wouldn't think you'd want to celebrate your birthday." Y/N and Jack both let out a chuckle and Dean sent them a glare, making them stop.

"There's an extra batch, just for you next to the fridge." Mrs. Butters said. "You- You are the best!" Dean said before walking away.

A few days later, Y/N was in her room, on her phone when there was a knock at the door. Y/N told the person to come in and she saw a distraught looking Jack. 

"Jack? You okay?" She asked. Jack shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but Mrs. Butters walked into the room, a big smile on her face. Y/N noticed Jack tense up, but chose to ignore it, thinking that he wasn't completely used to her. 

"Y/N, dear. I could use some help in the kitchen. I'm baking cookies." She said in a cheerful voice. "Oh, sure. As long as they're chocolate chip." Y/N half joked while standing up from her bed. "Of course." Y/N began to walk out of her room before turning around to face Jack.

"Oh, Jack. You wanted to tell me something. What was it?" She asked. Jack quickly glanced at Mrs. Butters before looking back at Y/N a small smile on his face. "It's nothing." Y/N gave him a look, asking if he was sure. He gave her a nod and she began to walk off towards the kitchen.

She grabbed all of the ingredients for the cookie dough and waited for Mrs. Butters. After a couple of minutes she walked into the kitchen. 

"Hey, Mrs. Butters. What took so long?" She asked. "Oh, nothing to worry about. That reminds me, we've got to go downstairs after making the cookies." Mrs. Butters said. Y/N grabbed a chocolate chip from the bag and popped it into her mouth after asking "Really? Why?"

"We just have to kill Jack." Y/N choked on her chocolate chip. "What?" She asked, surprised. "Jack's trapped downstairs. Once the cookies are done, we'll tell your father and kill him." Y/N laughed, thinking it was a joke. "Oh, you're serious." She said when she saw Mrs. Butters' serious expression.

"Yes, I am. Jack, he's... a monster." Y/N shook her head. "Jack is not a monster. He's the complete opposite." "Would someone who's not a monster kill Mary? Your Grandmother?" Y/N froze. After a few seconds of silence she let out a sigh. 

"You're right. He did kill her, but that... it's complicated, alright?" "How is that complicated? He's killed innocent people." "We're not going to kill him. We're gonna go down there and let him go." Y/N said. Before she knew it she was being dragged downstairs. Mrs. Butters threw her in the cellar. 

Jack quickly stood up from his spot on the floor and rushed towards Y/N.

"That hurt." Y/N groaned. Mrs. Butters shook her head. "I'm disappointed, Y/N. I was hoping that you would understand. Perhaps Sam or Dean could help you." She said before closing the door.

"What a bitch." Y/N said, standing up from the floor. She looked towards Jack and let out a frustrated sigh. "We've gotta get out of here, but how?" "Maybe we should wait for Sam and Dean." Jack suggested. 

"Yeah, I guess. Sam's still out on his date with Eileen. I left my phone in my room, but Dad should notice we're missing soon. He'll come looking for us... hopefully. Now... let's try to get you out of those cuffs."