#jack klinexreader

@666primadonagirl666 asked for a Winchester sister!reader where they are in a relationship with Jack.

A/N- I love doing Jack x Winchester!reader so much. If anybody wants one with me making a plot or if you have a plot in mind, I would love to write them. <3

“You two are ridiculously adorable,” Dean grumbled, as Jack fed me some eggs he was cooking. “It’s gross.”

“Don’t be jealous,” you said, giving him a look.

“Who’s jealous?” Sam asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Dean,” Jack said.

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted that my baby sister is being fed eggs all lovey dovey right in front of me,” Dean grumbled.

“Aw, you’re jealous,” Sam teased.

Requested by anonymous-  Could I request a Jack x Winchester sister!reader with Sam and Dean playing a board game or charades?

“No, Jack that’s not how you do that,” Dean said for what seemed like the millionth time. Teaching Jack to play Monopoly was a whole job in itself and Dean was not known for his patience.

“Stop getting upset with Jack,” you said, placing a protective hand on Jack’s arm.

“He’s not retaining anything I’m telling him,” Dean argued.

“Dean,” Sam said, his voice warning.

“Okay family game night is over,” Dean said. “I’m done. Good night. Jack if I catch you in Y/N’s room again, I will skin you alive. There will be no nephilim-human-baby-thingies in this bunker. Understood?”

“Yes, Dean,” Jack said, eager to please.

You hit him on the arm, “Don’t listen to him and besides, we just sleep. He’s warm, like a personal space heater.”

Requested by @thepocketshoelace-  I was wondering if I could also request a Jack KlinexWinchester!Reader?

“Jack,” you said, extracting from the kiss. “You need to go, my brothers will be home soon. And Sam loves you, but he’ll kill you if he finds you making out with me.”

“Okay,” Jack said, stealing one last kiss.

“Oh hell no,” a voice said.

You and Jack startled up, looking toward your bedroom door.

“Sam, Dean, you guys are home. You were supposed to be home in like thirty minutes.”

“There was less traffic than we thought,” Sam said, cautiously.

“I’m going to kill you, Jack,” Dean said, anger taking over his features.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” you said, hopping up. You shoved Jack behind you and tried to push Dean away. “Stop it, you’re not going to kill him. Stop it. Leave him alone.”

“Y/N’s not going to always to be around to protect you,” Dean said. “And when you least expect it... boom. We’ve got you.”

“Okay, calm down and let’s go. Just don’t go making any nephilim-human babies.”

Pairing- Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings- None

“Teleport?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Can you teleport? Cas can teleport. He does it all the time.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Jack said.

“Y/N,” Sam said. “Leave Jack alone, he’ll figure out things in his own time.”

“I was only wondering, I wasn’t pressuring him to do anything.”

“Mhm, go get ready for the hunt.”

“When you figure out how to teleport, let me know,” I whispered to Jack. “I’ll show you a good time outside of motel rooms and the bunker.”

“Y/N Winchester!” Sam yelled.

Requested by @lilacprincessofrecovery- A story about Jack Kline and an insecure chubby reader.

A/N- I hoped you enjoyed this and I hope it was what you were wanting. If not I could do another one because there are so many ways to write something like this but I really do hope you enjoy it. And @lilacprincessofrecovery I looked at your page and I wish you the best on your road to recovery.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Jack said, walking into the kitchen. He smiled at you as he sat down across the table. “You look really pretty this morning. I like that shirt on you.”

“Thanks, Jack,” you said, blushing. You didn’t think it was true. You knew it wasn’t true, you were round. Plump. Chubby. Rubenesque. Whatever word you wanted to use. You were all of those.

Jack frowned, sensing something was wrong. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You stood up quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to go read. I’m in the middle of a good book.” You kissed his forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Why?

“Hey, Y/N,” Jack said, sitting on the couch next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I brought a book. I thought we could read together.”

You looked at Jack. Sweet, innocent, pure Jack. “Why-”

Warnings- None

“Listen, Jack,” Sam sighed. “I wouldn’t normally do this because, Y/N. Y/N is my little sister and I’m protective of her but it’s getting a little bit stupid.”

“What’s getting stupid?” Jack asked, confused.

“Y/N likes you and I know that you like her, so go tell her and don’t tell Dean about this conversation or he’ll kill me and you. Got it?”

The biggest grin spread over Jack’s face and he nodded. “I’m going to go ask her out on a date. Thanks Sam.” Jack hugged Sam awkwardly and then ran out of the room.

Sam shook his head, “Dean is going to kill him.”

Warnings- Underage drinking? Is it underage drinking? I don’t know

A/N- Sorry for all the Jack Kline posts but… he’s my baby. He’s so beautiful and innocent and I just want to protect him and write about him and just, yeah. Hope you enjoy.

I walked in just in time to see Jack, the nephilim, who had been born less than a month ago, put down a beer.

“What is this?” I yelled.

Dean looked at me, wide eyed. “What are you yelling about?”

“What do you mean, what am I yelling about,” I snapped. “He’s allowed to drink beer and I’m not?”

“You’re underage,” Dean said, as if it should be obvious.

“He’s more underage than I’m underage.”

“Yeah well…” Dean said.

“Don’t yeah well me. That’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair, kid. It’s one beer and you’re our sister, he’s an otherworldly being and not our sister. Calm down and drink your juice box like a good underage kid,” Dean said, grinning at the indignation on my face.

“Screw you,” I snapped. “I’m taking your bed, you can sleep with Sam tonight.”

“What? No! He doesn’t stick to his side of the bed with his Jolly Green Giant self!” Dean yelled, running after me. “Y/N!”

Pairing- Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings- None

“Babe look at this,” Jack said excitedly, showing me the candy in his hands. “It came out of this wonderful mechanism.”

I snorted and shook my head. “That’s candy and it came out of a vending machine.”

“Candy,” Jack repeated. “Is it good?”

“It’s all about your preference,” I said. “Some people like candy, some people don’t.”

“Do I like candy?” Jack asked.

“You have to try it first, idiot,” I said, smiling at him. “See if you like the taste.”

Jack opened it and took a bite, his eyes widened and he smiled. “This is great. I’ve never tasted anything like this. It’s sweet.”

“It’s chocolate,” I said. “Come on, let’s go back to the room before my brothers start wondering where we are.” I took Jack’s hand and we started walking back to the room.

“Y/N,” Jack said. “I think I love chocolate more than I love you.”

I feigned shock before nodding. “I can respect that.”

He smiled at me and kissed me. “I’m kidding, I love you.”