Supernatural BSM's (DDM's request only)

request 2

   Requested by Anon.

Sorry it look so long!!

You were handcuffed in front of a desk of a teenager in a bright red jacket and uniform for his job at Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats. 

"Are you related to Jack?" He asked.  "Oh, Hell no." I said. "Not even close!" "Sorry." He apologized "You're good." "Who are those two men, though?" "Oh, those are my brothers. The one your mom is talking to is my biggest brother Dean. And then there's Sam then there's me." "I saw something, between the 3 of you." "Yep, siblings." " Aren't you supposed to be in school?" "I finished early." I lied. "You're what? 14?" "Try 17, buddy-look did your mom put you up to this?" "What?! No!? Just trying to make conversation." He said. "Well, enough, I'm so tired of this." " Sorry. I really am. Let's start over-I'm Clark.. Clark Barker, the sheriff is obviously my mom." "Im (Y/N) (Y/N) Winchester. And those too giants are my brothers and Jack... he's what you'd call special. "  clark scoffs. "Tell me about it." You giggle. "Hey. I need a cig. You want to come with me?" "Nah. And i don't think your mom would be too happy with me going outside." "Okay, and if my mom asks I went to the bathroom." "Lying to mother, who is the sheriff? Bold move." You said smiling. "It's only a crime if you get caught." 

Dean comes down the hall and un-handcuffs me. "Come on, let's get Sam and Jack." Dean said as he undid the handcuffs. We go into the cell block where Jack and Sam were.  

"Hey!" Sam said. "We're good." "Really?"  He asked. "Yeah. I gave her the talk, she's gonna need a minute, but she's cool." Sam turns to Jack. "So.." Dean started again. "Let's grab Damien here and find some place quiet…" "No, no, no, Dean. Jack's not evil. He- he- He's just a kid." "Are you…" Dean started. "He's Lucifer's son." He said. "Ya know what, i'm gonna leave you too to bicker like an old married couple, while I try to get lung cancer." You said turning and heading in the direction you saw Clark go. You get to the door and you see Clark. You look through the window. " So, you gonna share or what?" 

"Boo! Fries!" An obvious drunk lady said. "Welcome to Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats, Argh. How can I help you?" A ginger with an acne problem said. "They want fries, we all want fries." Drunk lady said. 

You haul ass to your brothers. "What?" Dean asked "Angels!" You  screamed. "Help!" I heard Clark. "Come On!" You said and opened the door to the cell block. "Hey, Dean. Hey, (n/n)." The 'drunk lady' angel said. "Oh no you." "Don't. It wont do shit to her." I

You  said. "She's not wrong." She said. "Let him go." You said. "Okay. If she-" she said nodding to the sheriff. "Shoots you both." She said "I don't know what he told you, I mean I can guess. How the 3 winchesters save the world. Grr. So macho with a touch of feminine." She said. Dean gives her the I want to shoot you in the brain I'm annoyed af look. It almost made you laugh. "But really, he's not a hero. He's Becky." "Becky, The roommate Becky?"  He asked "You take things and break things and piss people off and just do whatever you want, no matter who it hurts. Also…" she said suddenly turned her attention to you. "You're a giant super bitch." She said.You chuckled "Yeah, well fuck you too." She gasps. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait…" You step towards her and she backs pushing a little harder on Clark's neck, but Dean stops you. "Dean?" Sam called. Then a bunch of metal clanking. "DEAN!" Sam Yelled. The angel, who was holding Clark, eyes glow a bright blue. "Too late." And stabs Clark in the stomach. " "No!" You and his mom  scream. "Help them!" Dean called as he shoved tbe angel against the vending machine. You ran to clark and the sheriff did too. "Keep pressure on the wound." You instructed and ran to the Impala and grabbed the first aid. You kneel beside Clark and cut his shirt open. "What are you gonna do." "Would You like to bleed to death?" You asked. "I am stitching you up till your mother can get you to the hospital." "How much is going to hurt?" He asked. "Done." You said as you finished. "He's still bleeding internally. But now you can probably make it to the hospital." You said. "When you said… Jack was special. What does that mean?" Clark asked. "Jack is the devil's son. He looks grown,but in all reality he's about the equivalent of a 3 year old." You explained. "Why are these people trying to kill him?" "They're angels. But jack is half human half angel. I mean, he's lucifers son, that's bad enough, but to angels…. Nephilims are wretched. Blasphemous and hideous. So they hate him." You open the door to the sheriffs patrol car and Clark shuffled in quickly. "Thanks." "Don't mention you'll probably never see me again." Clark chuckled and grabbed a pen from the pen holder and grabbed your hand. He writes quickly but well enough where you could read it. "It's my number… call me sometime." He said. "Okay." You said smiling. "See you later?" He asked. "You bet." "Bye, (y/n)." He said "goodbye,Clark." You said smiling and back away as the sheriff pulled out to the hospital. "Hey, the angels are taken care of. How's the kid?" Dean asked 

"Shaken and bleeding internally,but he'll make it." You said. Looking at your hand. Dean noticed. "Ooh. Lover Boy's phone number?" He asked. "Yeah." You said. "He seems like a good kid." He said. "Just,please, no nieces or nephews for me… not for a while at least." "Oh my God, Dean, shut up." Dean laughed. "Love you, Kiddo." He said "Love you too, buttface."