The Cambion & the Nephilim
Pairing: fem!Cambion!reader x Jack Kline
Warning(s): N/A
Word Count: 1.7K
Request: "Hi! Could I please request Jack Kline with a cambion (demon and human hybrid) significant other?" - by Anon
A/N: Woohoo, Non-Stop August keeps on keepin' on. This is a heinously old request, so I am so sorry anonny and I hope you're still active to enjoy it!
I still have a few days at the end of August to fill in, so if you have any requests don't be shy, send 'em in x
You stand in your almost completely hidden spot behind a tree by the bunker, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth and hopping from foot to foot.
You knew Jack could never afford to give you a precise time of when he’d be emerging to meet you, due to the Winchester’s erratic sleep schedule, but the waiting was always the worst bit, no matter how prepared you were for it. You currently had only been waiting 40 minutes tonight, your record being 2 hours. Every time you found yourself second guessing whether or not you should hang around, Jack’s happy face cleared any lingering doubts.
Sometimes you caught yourself wondering what your father would say, or any of your fathers’ friends. A Cambion, half demon, half human, hanging around and waiting for a Nephilim, half angel, half human, to sneak out from under his guardians’ noses. You could hear it now, the taunting and teasing, the chiding and laughing. You were a Cambion, chasing around after some Winchesters play thing like a dog with a bone.
“It’s Jack.” You were broken out of your thoughts with hands covering your eyes from behind. You giggle to yourself, pulling his hands away and turning to face him, keeping one hand in your hold.
“That’s not how that goes Jack, remember you have to say ‘guess who’ first?” You relay, correcting him on the greeting you’d told him about last week. He seems confused but relents that he’d gotten it wrong, simply smiling down at you, happy to be back in your company.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” He asks as he gets into the passenger seat of your beat-up old Camaro.
“I thought we’d go see a movie.”
“Which one?” He asks excitedly.
“Whichever one you want.” You pull up at the theatre and head inside, giving Jack’s arm a tug as he goes to head for the queue. He looks at you in confusion before a devious smile spreads across your face.
“This your first rodeo partner?” You question, knowing full well that it probably was. “You don’t pay for your ticket, you wait until the staff are too busy and you sneak in.”
“Isn’t that stealing?”
“I guess technically, but barely.” He seems hesitant at first, as he always was, but you fix him with a smile that has him agreeing to your plan. Just like you knew he would.
On paper the two of you shouldn’t have gotten along the way you did, but in a way you thought that you balanced each other out. You were both stuck in your weird situations, of no doing of your own, of being half of two worlds. Not quite human and not quite supernatural, it was clear when the two of you met that you were lost, searching desperately for how you fit into the bigger picture.
Sure, Jack was innocent and naïve, and you were reckless and liked to live on the edge. You made Jack live on the wild side a little, and he pulled you back when you were going to far. You figured that between the two of you, you’d figure everything out just fine.
You creep in and pull Jack into the bathrooms with you, instructing him that you’d have to hide for 5 minutes before you were sure the hostess would be gone. He seemed alarmed to be in the girls bathrooms at first, telling you that Dean had told him he wasn’t allowed to go in there, but you shushed him and calmed his nerves by telling him that everyone who needed to go would’ve gone well before now.
With your time up you pull on his hand with a devilish grin, peeking your head out of the door to double check the coast was clear. With a childish glee on your face you lead him quickly into the cinema and claim 2 seats in the otherwise completely empty back row. You turn your head and let a giggle out, resting your chin on his shoulder to whisper into his ear.
“See, how easy was that?” He looks down at your grinning face and smiles back, giving you a reassuring nod before fixing his eyes on the screen.
You hadn’t actually bothered to check what was playing, but to your amusement it was a fairly B-grade horror movie. The special effects were that poor that you found yourself laughing at a lot of the scenes, earning you a glare or 2 from other patrons.
Jack however was not enjoying himself. Whenever you’d laugh he’d cover his eyes with his hands, or nuzzle his head into your neck while covering his ears. You couldn’t help but stroke his hair whenever he did, eventually offering up a hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing on it throughout the movie.
“I don’t think I like horrors.” You don’t mean to, but one look at his ashen face has you peeling with laughter. Jack’s brows that were initially furrowed at your reaction eased as the laughter took a hold of him too, making you look like 2 giggling idiots. Although you often found yourselves in this exact same moment, laughing with each other night after night, you never got sick of the sound.
As much as you hated to admit it you knew you had to get Jack home soon, lest either of the brothers should awake to find him missing. You had had a couple of close calls, but you planned your evenings well enough that you always managed to evade them.
It would seem your luck had run out tonight though. You pull up to the outside of the bunker, shitty pop song blaring on the radio as you sang along and Jack enjoyed listening, to see that you were greeted by both of the Winchester brothers. You involuntarily roll your eyes, taking your time in putting the car into a rolling stop.
As soon as the car had ceased its movements Dean was yanking open the passenger side door and grabbing Jack’s arm, pulling him out of the car.
“What do you think you’ve been doing?” You hear Dean ask as you too get out of the car, unsure whether the question was directed at you or Jack.
“Chill papa D,” you decide to answer, raising your hands in mock surrender, “I’ve returned your precious little angel, not a scratch upon that pretty face of his.”
“Now you listen here,” Dean replies, releasing Jack and advancing on you with a finger pointed, “you stay away from Jack, you hear me?”
“Dean.” Jack chimes in from his spot beside Sam. Dean turns his head to look at him as he talks. “She’s my friend.”
“Do you even know what she is?” Sam queries. Jack simply nods at Sam, looking between the brothers with that innocent gaze that told everyone he couldn’t see the problem.
“So then you know she’s bad news.” Dean fixes his gaze back on you, his hard stare that was clearly meant to intimidate running off of you like water on a duck’s back.
“Jack’s not some easily corruptible child you know. He can make his own decisions, and that includes who he hangs out with.”
“Not where you’re concerned.” You let a tsk pass through your lips, looking at Sam with a look that was supposed to shame him for speaking. Dean retreats from you, going to whisper in Jack’s ear. The man’s whisper may have been a yell where you were concerned, and you caught his sentence as clear as a bell.
“You are not to see that girl again, you hear me? We’ll talk more inside, go.” Jack remains standing in place with his eyes sullenly fixed on you, to Sam’s shock and Dean’s annoyance.
“C’mon toots, can’t you let a girl say goodbye?” Dean looks ready to boil over at your attitude but a cough from Sam has him simmering down. A pat on the back and a nod towards you from the tallest Winchester was all the encouragement Jack needed to hastily make his way towards you, throwing his arms around your waist as your arms hold him firmly around his neck.
“They’re not going to let me see you again.” His words were muffled by your neck, but he raises his head and fixes you with a confused glance when a chuckle escapes your mouth. With his arms still around your waist you place your hands on either of his cheeks, fixing his face to you as you speak.
“You really think I’m going to let the Winchesters keep you from me?” His frown immediately transforms, but you shake your head at him at the motion. “No no, keep that frown in place Jack, they need to think that you’re still upset.”
He nods in understanding, placing a far more comical version of his earlier frown on his face. You place a delicate and lingering kiss on his cheek, pulling him in close so you could whisper in his ear.
“I’ll be waiting outside on Friday. Now go act heartbroken.” As if to sell the scene, when Jack pulls away from you he refuses to release one of your hands as you go to walk to your car. Sam sympathetically walks over and claps his shoulder, your hand becoming free in the same instance.
You seat yourself in the driver’s seat and forlornly smile at Jack, starting the car before blowing a small kiss to him. He makes a show of catching it and clutching it to his chest, bringing a smile to your face as you pulled away from the bunker.
As you look in the rear view mirror you could see the Winchesters shuffling back inside with Jack in tow, although his eyes remained on your disappearing car.
You smile to yourself and turn up the radio again, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat.
If the Winchesters seriously thought that telling you off would be enough to keep you away from the Nephilim then they had another thing coming.
You weren’t going to let either of you keep living the half existence you’d been trapped in before you met. Your halves completed each other, and if the Winchesters weren’t so prejudiced against your kind they’d be able to see that too.
No matter. You were going to see your angel on Friday.
Winchesters be damned.
