#jackxreader

i might do a part 2 ?

- jack being the dominant one in the relationship but you still getting your way because he can't say no to you

- him calling you baby, babygirl, mamas, love, princess, etc.

- y'all just laying together listening to each other’s heartbeats and talking all night

- him literally loving the shit out of you and you doing the same

-  displaying affection in public all the time

- ass slaps and grabs just cause he feels like it

- him choking you playfully but also doing it when y'all are having sex

- you being good friends with urban and druski

- jack trying to hide that he’s jealous (doesn’t really work)

- going to studio sessions with him

-putting each other on to the one another’s music

- cuddling for hours because he can't seem to let you go

- you trying to get up but him pulling you back and kissing you on your neck

- "jack i have to get up now, we've been in bed for hours."

- "no babygirl five more minutes please."

- y'all having a really deep mental and emotional connection aside from just a physical one

- him saying i love you 25/8 and you saying it back

- him kissing you and gripping you when he feels threatened by another guy trying to get with you

- him also wanting you all the time

- jack wanting to show you off to everyone

- him turning you on with the way he carries himself and his ambition

- him wanting you to call him daddy all the time but you won't

- him wanting you to meet him parents

- him being kinda protective with what you wear

- him free-styling to you ( think of the chicken shop date )

- him not being able to resist you sometimes

- jack being a tease and still being super flirty even though you two are already dating

- him letting you play and/or style his curls

- you helping him balance his time so he does not spend all of his time in the studio

- with that being said, you’re also inspiring and motivating him to work hard and do his best and produce his best music

- druski going live with you and jack

- him posting you all the time

- y'all being the goofiest yet sexiest couple out

- him having the softest lips of all timeeeeee 👄

i want to do requests with prompts but i need people to actually request! please do it - sincerely, harlowbaby <3

You got it 👍

-Maeve

You knock on the door and hear the muffled  “Come in,” from the other side. Quietly, because you do everything quietly, you slip into the room to see Captain Jack Harkness right there - feet away...and yet you feel a million miles away from all humanity. Maybe it’s a good thing Jack isn’t exactly human.

You stand there, just inside the room watching him as he packs, shuffling weapons and vials of things you could name but would rather not.

You know those hands,, those eyes, that jawline, that chest. He only glances at you when you first entered, focused on his task and you wonder if he forgot about you, something so many others have done.

“Jack,” you say softly.

“Yeah?” he replies instantly, stuffing an extra shirt into the bag.

“I need a hug.”

Four words. Not the typical three words that are shared between couples but they show a vulnerability that give it just as much meaning as those words. Perhaps even more meaningful, because there weren’t countless songs using these words, nor were they used in passing or as a goodbye.

Fandom: Newsies

 Warning: Canon-Typical violence

Words: 6.4k

Read it on my ao3 instead if you want!

The circulation bell chimed, cutting through the peaceful morning.

“Newsies! Time to get up!” You called out as you exited the washroom, smoothing out your dress.

Some boys popped right out of bed and started getting ready for the day while others grumbled and were slower to rise.

It was like that most days. Each boy had their own routine and as long as they got out of the lodge in time, that’s all you could ask for.

It was utter chaos when everyone was up though. Boys were scrambling to get into the washroom to bath and freshen up and others were getting dressed, the housing lodge not terribly big when with all the newsies inside at once.

“Come on Albert, get up.” You said, sitting on the edge of his bed and rubbing your hand up and down his back.

Albert moaned and opened his eyes.

“I was having the most wonderful dream. A large steak, cooked to perfection.” Albert said, scrunching his eyebrows together.

“You’ll have time to dream later, you got work to do.” You said, standing up and moved across the room.

You walked over to another boy who always took forever to get up, Romeo.

“Romeo, wake up lazybones!” You said, patting his cheek.

His hand shot up from under the covers and grabbed yours to hold it to his face.

“How’d you get so beautiful this early in the morning, [Y/N]?” He said, eyes still half closed but looking at you.

You leaned in real close, smiling. Romeo’s eyes widened and he started to lean in as well.

“I got out of bed on time.” You whispered and pulled away. Romeo pulled a face and rolled over in his bunk.

“Here Tommy Boy, I fixed your sock.” You said and pulled his sock out of your dress pocket, having mended it the night before.

“Thanks!” Tommy Boy said, happy to not have a large hole on the heel anymore.

“[Y/N] have you seen my cigar?” Race asked. He was crouched over, looking under his bed.

“And my shoe?” Kid Blink called.

“Blink, I’ll help you look for your shoe in a second,” you said with a smile, “Race you always end up stashing them in between your mattress and bed frame when you’re half asleep. Just put it away before you go to bed.”

“No can do.” Race said, pulling out his cigar from where you said it would be and sticking it in his mouth.

“Boys, you have about 10 more minutes before the papers are distributed.” You called out to the room as a whole.

“[Y/N]! The water’s freezing in here!” Elmer said, sticking his head out from the washroom’s door.

“It would have been warm if you had gotten up on time.” You said with a laugh.

“I hope the headlines are better today.” You overheard Mush complaining to Specs “This whole trolley thing is boring, and no one is interested anymore.”

“Matter’s to the workers,” Specs said, adjusting his suspenders.

Mush grumbled a reply.

“Don’t forget its laundry tonight for…” You pulled out a small piece of paper you kept in one of your dress pockets and read off from the laundry list. “Finch, JoJo, and Buttons.”

Buttons saluted you and the other two made noises of acknowledgment.

As Smalls ran by, Blink’s shoe in hand, waving it above his head, you grabbed it from him. Smalls let out a noise of disappointed but went back to getting ready.

“Blink!” You called out.

The newsie looked over at you and easily caught the shoe when you tossed it to him.

“Are you gonna meet us for lunch today?” Crutchie asked, buttoning his shirt.

“Yeah! You know I love Jacobi’s, wouldn’t miss it.” You replied, placing Mush’s cap on his head that you had found on the other side of the room.

Newsies rushed past you, still trying to get ready for the day on time, while you remade everyone’s bed, tucking covers back in and fluffing pillows.

“Can someone go make sure Jack is up. He’s usually down here by-” You started but stopped when you heard a heavy weight hit the floor. You turned over your shoulder to see that Jack had just come in from the fire escape through the window.

Jack glanced at you but quickly turned away, straightening his vest.

You weren’t really sure why it seemed like Jack didn’t like you. Maybe because you weren’t a boy, maybe because he didn’t think you were useful, there was no way of knowing with him.

Jack did let you sleep on his bunk since he claimed to only ever sleep in his penthouse anyway, but he still seemed reluctant to like you at all.

“Okay boys, you gotta leave now.” You said and soon there was a flurry of bodies heading towards. It was a mad dash to be at The World in time, all wanting to see the headline for the day.

As boys passed, they each gave you a quick wave or hug as a goodbye. Jack was the only boy to do neither.

You shook your head, turning your thought back to the rest of the gang and smiled fondly. You made yourself useful and started picking up discarded towels left over from the boys bathing.

-

You had first arrived at the newsies lodging house when you heard it was really the only safe place for a kid to live. You had run away from home about a week before with no money and desperately needed somewhere to stay.

You knew staying on the streets for too long meant that you might be thrown into the Refuge.

You arrived at the lodgings in the early evenings with only yourself and a small suitcase. You knocked on the door and waited.

You heard nothing for a moment than thumps and crashed from inside like stampeding elephants.

The door slowly crept open and you found dozens of eyeballs staring back at you from the doorway.

“Hi.” You said shyly, not really prepared for this at all.

The boys all wore confused expressions. They never got house calls except for the landlord, looking for rent money. They had never had someone come and knock on their door, and they had never had a girl come to see them.

“What, uh, what can we do for ya?” One of the boys asked

“If yous gots a problem with your edition, take it up with The World.” Another boy said, laughing. A few other boys join in.

“No, no, I was…looking for some place to stay, actually.”

“What?” A few boys asked, the confusion only growing more.

“I ran away from home and…I heard this was somewhere safe for kids to stay who were working. I need to make money and some place to sleep so…here I am.” You explained, knowing your face was turning red.

“Someone go get Jack.” A boy with a crutch under his arm said.

You were invited in and several candles were lit. Soon you were greeted by what seemed to be the newsies leader.

“Hello…who is this?” Jack asked the other boys, looking you up and down.

“Says she ran away from home.”

“Needs a job.”

“Wants to stay here.”

Jack looked at you with a face full of skepticism. “Yous wants to live here with a bunch of stinkin’ boys?”

You looked out of place. A nice dress, styled hair.

“I need a job, you’re all newsies, right?.” You said, trying to sound confident.

“Sorry kid, yous in the wrong place. Goils ain’t newsies.”

“Please, they turned me away at the other workhouses that I could find. I’ll do anything. I’ll cut my hair off and wear trousers or -”

“First off, the hairs not your problem, you got too many other,” Jack paused for a moment “attributes that make you distinguishable from a boy. People don’t wanna buy from no goil. Also, girls ain’t allowed in this lodging house. We could all get kicked out if the landlord finds you here.”

“Please, I don’t have anywhere else to go. This was my only chance. I’ll end up in the Refuge or somewhere worse if I can’t stay here.” You pleaded, eyes watering, knowing you sounded desperate but unable to do anything about it.

Jack glanced at the rest of the boys and your eyes followed. The boys looked at one another before nodding at Jack.

“Alright, alright, you can stay. But no funny business and you got to earn your keep.” Jack said.

“Earn my keep?” You asked

“Yeah, until you have a job to pay rent, you has to earn your stay here!”

For a moment you thought about the fact that the landlord not knowing you were living here meant you wouldn’t need to pay rent, but you were desperate for the boys to stay so you were willing to go along with just about anything.

“How do you propose I do that?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“Well…uh…you could…” Jack scratched the back of his head “keep this place clean?”

You looked around the room and noticed how messy it really was. Cobwebs in the corners, dust on the walls and floors, items scattered all over the floor, and you really did not want to see the inside of the washroom.

“What do you say? Take on the womanly duties of the house?” Jack asked before spitting into his hand and offering it to you.

Did you really have a choice? It was embarrassing to have to be a maid to a large group of teenage boys, but you really didn’t have any other choice.

You spit into your own hand and took Jack’s.

“Deal.” You said.

The newsies broke off into small groups, excitedly talking. Most likely about you.

A girl, living with a group of boys? It was scandalous. It was unheard of. Of course, it would be the other thing they could talk about.

You realized that your hand was still in Jack’s and you quickly pulled away. It seemed like Jack barely noticed as he turned and started heading towards a window.

“All right, now get back to bed, all of ya,” Jack said and, giving you one last brief look, opened the window and climbed onto the fire escape.

You watched him go, a little entranced, until a hand landed on your shoulder, startling you out of it.

“Hi, name’s Crutchie.” A boy with golden hair said with an inviting smile.

“I’m [Y/N].” You replied, with a shy smile.

“Let me show you were the empty bed is you can have.”

Crutchie led you over to the bunk in a far corner of the room as the rest of the boys scrawled back into their beds.

“Here, let me take that from you,” He said, offering his hand out to take your suitcase.

You hesitated and Crutchie smiled again.

“Don’t worry, newsie code; We don’t take or mess with each other’s stuff,” Crutchie explained.

“Yeah, except for when Albert takes my cigar,” A boy said from somewhere in the room.

“Aaaah shut it,” Another one said, and a loud smack was heard.

The first boy let out a small shriek and muffled laughter could be heard around the room.

You cautiously handed your bag over and Crutchie slid it under the bottom bunk.

“Take the top bunk, I can’t get up there myself, not with this leg.”

You nodded and watched Crutchie sit down and start to get settled down into bed.

“Crutchie” you whispered.

“Yeah?” He asked and sat back up.

“I need to…” you struggled for the right word “change.”

Crutchie quirked his eyebrow for a moment before realization came over his face.

“The wash closet is right over there. I’ll wait outside the door and make sure no one bothers you.” He said with a reassuring smile. He grabbed his crutch and the blanket off his bed before leading you to the bathroom.

As soon as you were in you washed your face, relieved yourself, then undressed down to your undergarments. Once you were done you cracked open the door.

Crutchie turned around towards you, eyes deliberately locked on the ceiling and offered you his blanket. You wrapped it around yourself and Crutchie ordered everyone to blow out their candles. It was pitch black in the room.

“Gimme your arm, I’ll lead you back to the bunk.”

After a few tries, you laced arms and were soon back at the beds, despite a few trips.

“Do you need any help getting up?” Crutchie whispered

“If you wouldn’t mind…”

Crutchie had you up on the bed in no time, thanks to him letting you use his intertwined hands as a step. You passed his blanket back to him and you both lay down on your thin mattresses.

“Crutchie?” You asked again

You heard him stand back up, “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. I know what it’s like to be someone that people always look at and talk.” He whispered before lying back down on his bed.

You smiled, glad to have one friend in a house full of strangers and closed your eyes to sleep.

-

It took you about a week of cleaning to get the place almost remotely livable by your standards. It was hard since every day the newsies would come home and, unintentionally, undo some the hard work you had done.

You couldn’t blame them. They worked long, hard hours in all kind of weather conditions and a lot of the time all they wanted to do when they got off work was come home and relax.

Jack never seemed that impressed with you though. You worked hard to try and gain his approval, but he never said anything to you about how much better the place looked.

You scrubbed the washroom toilets and floor so they sparkled. You cleaned and polished all the newsies shoes. You did the laundry for each boy at least once a week and would get up earlier than everyone to boil hot water for their bathing. You took care of the boys when they got sick and would run errands for them when they needed it. You swept and dusted and made beds every day. You even sewed curtains for the windows and thicker blankets for the boys for when winter came.

You played mother to all the boys and were really very good at it.

But still, Jack didn’t seem to care. After that initial meeting, he barely spoke to or looked at you. It hurt to be ignored by him. He was kind and funny with the newsies, always joking and smiling with them but as soon as he saw you were around, his joy seemed to die, and he became more reserved or left entirely.

But you really couldn’t seem to do anything about it. So you worked hard so maybe, secretly, he would appreciate all you did.

-

You were sitting on your bed, working on sewing a new blanket for Henry for his birthday, when your stomach started growing. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small pocket watch to check the time.

You stood up and quickly took off your apron, you had to be at Jacobi’s for lunch in a little bit.

You fixed your hair and straightened out your dress. Just because you lived with a bunch of boys, doesn’t mean you weren’t going to care any less of your appearance. You were still a respectable young lady going out into the world and wanted to appear that way.

The boys had all agreed to give you a few pennies every month so you could get food for yourself, so you made sure you had some in your pockets.

You made your way out of the house and onto the streets of lower Manhattan. Along the way, you investigated the windows of many different shops and admired the fancy items each of them held.

As you got closer to Jacobi’s, you saw all the newsies already inside.

“[Y/N]!” A few newsies called out to you as you walked in the door.

“What happened?” You asked, extremely interested to know why the newsies were in such a good mood today.

“We went on strike, like those trolley workers!” Mush ran up to you laughing. He picked you up and spun you around.

The boys all clambered to tell you what had happened. You listened intently the whole time.

As soon as they finished with the story and everyone decided where they were going to go, they each raced off in different directions to alert other newsies in other parts of the city of the strike

You waved off each of the boys. Both Romeo and Race left kisses on your cheeks before they sped off. You felt eyes on your back and when you turned around you found Jack standing there.

“Brooklynn, huh?” You asked, impressed.

He just turned away and left the restaurant.

You left to head back to the lodgings, interested to hear the news the guys would bring back at the end of the day.

-

The next morning, the energy in the lodging house was high. All the boys dressed quick and were out the door in only a few minutes, all hooting and hollering, ready to go receive their answers from the other newsies and meet up at The World distribution center.

You busied yourself with cleaning up the lodgings and fixing a hole Finch had torn in his blanket. Less of a tear and more of him getting bored and finding loose threads to pull at.

It wasn’t even an hour later when you suddenly had a sinking feeling in your stomach. You had no clue where it came from, but you stopped everything you were doing.

You were out of the house, running straight to The World circulation desk in a matter of minutes.

You ran and ran and ran and a fight was already well underway when you got there. You cried out at the chaos exploding in front of you. The Bulls were beating on your friends and you were terrified.

What if someone got seriously hurt? What if someone died?

You turned your head and saw the Delancey brothers. Morris had his arms locked around Race’s while Oscar was punching him in the gut.

Anger seethed through your veins. You sprinted forward and slammed into Oscar as hard as you could. You both went sprawling to the ground, you on top of Oscar. You quickly stood up and stomped on Oscar’s face with your foot as hard as you could. His body folded in on itself and he held his face, yelling.

You whipped back towards Morris, your hair and dress flying out, teeth bared.

Race was able to escape Morris’ grasped with a jerk of his body. They grabbed at each other, but Race had Morris pinned to a wall in seconds.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ike asked, running up to you.

“Helping!” You said before kicking Oscar as hard as you could in the side of his ribcage. “No one messes with my newsies.”

You dodged a rouge flying newspaper stack and saw Romeo stumble up to a police officer, looking relieved. He was smacked hard across the face and crumbled right to the ground before you could tell him that the officers weren’t here to help you.

You screamed, but it was cut short by a hand getting tangled in your hair and pulling hard.

You couldn’t see who it was, but they slammed you into a pole. You cried out and suddenly the hand let go. You looked up to see Crutchie crashing his crutch down over Wisele’s head.

You jumped up and suddenly came face to face with a large police officer. He grabbed for you and caught the skirt of your dress in his hands.

You tried to pull away, but the officer wouldn’t let go. You looked around for help, but all the newsies had fled the area.

The police officer sharply pulled at your skirt and you fell to the ground. You struggled to get the man off you, but he started pulling you back by your dress. You managed to flip over and found Crutchie in a similar position as you.

The Delancey’s were dragging him away by his bad leg. You tried to reach for him, but it was no use. You cried out his name, hand still extended like it might work if you tried hard enough, but the officer holding you wouldn’t let go.

Another hand grabbed onto your extended one and pulled hard in the opposite direction of where the officer was taking you. The man lost his grip and went stumbling backward.

You looked up and there was Jack staring down at you.

“C’mon!” He yelled and you jumped up as fast as you could.

-

You both ran out of The World and ran up and down what felt like a dozen alleyways, Jack pulling you along. You didn’t stop until you were safe on top of the lodging house, high above the city on Jack’s penthouse.

Your lungs were screaming at you to breathe and you felt like you were going to collapse from the adrenaline. You wiped sweat from your face and tried to calm your speeding heart.

You looked over at Jack, doubled over, panting.

You coughed, trying to get more air into your lungs and, in a flash, Jack spun around to face you.

“You,” Jack said, turning around with a snarl and pointed finger, “They got Crutchie cause of you!”

“What? Jack, no, I was there to help! I just wanted to help.” You tried to explain in between deep inhales.

“No, no, no, if you hadn’t been there, I would have been able to save Crutchie, but thanks to you those damn Delancey’s got him!”

“Jack, please I-”

“Who do you think you are?” Jack seethed.

“Jack,” His name came out a breath from your mouth.

“YOUS JUST SOME GOIL WHO CAME HERE BECAUSE SHE COULDN’T TAKE LIVING IN SOME RICH FAMILY! THE GUYS DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT ANYTHING YOU DO HERE, THE ONLY REASON THEY EVEN WANT YOU AROUND IS TO STARE AT YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Jack screamed at you.

Your tears poured down your face and your body felt like it was shutting down. He was right and you felt so stupid just now realizing it.

You could tell Jack started talking to you in a calmer tone, but you couldn’t hear any of it. You pushed past him and raced down the fire escape. You flew back through the open window, tears streaming down your face.

The few boys that had made it back to the house already after the fight perked up when they saw the state you were in, but you rushed past them, running straight towards the door.

“[Y/N], stop, what’s going on?” Finch asked you could barely see him through his tears.

“I have to go.” You sobbed, throwing open the door. You gave yourself a moment, to turn back and look at the boys.

“What happened? What’s wrong?  Where are you going?” The newsies called out to you, but you couldn’t answer.

You were out the door in a matter of seconds. Running away for the second time from home.

-

You hid in Central Park for two days, not knowing where else to go. You were too scared to face Jack or the other newsies again.

What Jack had said was true. It had to be. Why else would he have said those things?

You were worthless to the newsies and you knew it, you were a burden, just someone they kept you around out of pity or to…gawk at.

You didn’t dare leave to get food in case you ran into one of the boys. You felt sick and weak from not having enough to eat but you powered through somehow.

You didn’t know how you would feel if you ran into one of the newsies selling papers. If they were selling papers.

You had no clue how the strike was going or if that was old news by now.

You were finally able to pull yourself together enough to decide to go see Crutchie in the Refuge. It was his fault you were in there, and you had to go make sure he was okay.

No newsies ever sold anywhere near the Refuge, so you were safe on that end. Being caught by Snyder or a bull was a lot higher of a risk.

You waited until nightfall to make your way to the Refuge. It stood like a prison.

You silently crept up the crisscrossed bars that were attached to every window on the building until you were sure you found the window of the room boys around Crutchie’s age were kept.

A boy was standing at the window when you pulled yourself up. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw you.

“Is Crutchie Morris here?” You whispered, not trying to alarm the boy or anyone else in the room.

He nodded and ran back over to where you saw your friend sitting. Crutchie turned to look at you and smiled brightly. He looked battered and bruised from the fight a few days ago but he managed to hobble over to the window.

“What are you doing here [Y/N]?” He asked.

“I had to see how you are, Crutchie. I’m worried about you.” You said

“I’m alright.” He said with an unsure laugh “You know me, always resilient.”

“I’m sorry this happened, it’s all my fault.” You said, worried you were going to start sobbing.

“What? No, no, it’s not. The ol’ leg just ain’t as fast as it used to be.” Crutchie said, “How are the fellas? All doing okay without me.”

“I don’t know.” You said, looking anywhere but his face. “After the strike…Jack and I…we got into a fight.”

“What?” Crutchie asked.

“I,” You had to take a breath to stop your shaking voice “I left. For good.”

“You left?!” He asked.

All you could do was nod, the pain in your chest feeling ready to burst.

“It was clear he didn’t want me around anymore. Never wanted me around. But I had to come see you.” You said.

“You can’t leave [Y/N]. Wese your family. Yous is ours!” Crutchie said desperately.

“I know but Jack-” Suddenly a voice from down below cut you off.

“Hey! What are you doing up there?!”

You looked over your shoulder and saw a bull about a block away pointing right at you.

“I’m sorry.” You shouted out to Crutchie as you scaled back down the wall.

You jumped down to the ground once you were close enough and took off running before the bull could catch up to you.

You ran through different alleyways and streets, weaving in and out until you were sure you had lost the man who would drag you straight back to the Refuge as a prisoner.

You were looking behind you as you turned another corner and ran smack into a wall. You stumbled back onto the ground.

You rubbed your bottom where you had fallen and looked up at what you had run into. It was the back of a young man.

You froze up at the sight of him. Oscar.

He turned around to look down at you and you saw his brother lean around him to get a look at you too.

Your heart was caught in your throat. You had never come face to face with the brothers before the fight, but you had heard story after story from the newsies about them and their rough behavior.

“You,” Oscar whispered, nostrils flaring.

“Who’s that?” Morris asked.

“The one that belongs to the newsies,” Oscar growled, a dangerous scowl twisting on his face. “The one that nearly broke my nose.”

“What are you doing so far away from your dogs?” Morris said in a sinister voice.

You couldn’t make a sound.

The brothers both lunged at you, each grabbing one of your arms and pulled you up to standing.

“Let go.” You managed to breathe out.

“Oh no, I think you’ll be coming with us.” Morris turned to his brother. “What do you think Oscar, think the Refuge has an opening?”

Oscar let go of your arm and moved his hands onto your waist and started pushing you from behind while Morris roughly pulled on your arm.

“Stop!” You yelled and hastily tried to wiggle out of their grips.

“HELP!” You screamed at the top of your voice “PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP!”

You started to sob and tried to twist your wrist out of Morris’ hold.

“Please!” You begged, “Don’t do this!”

“Hey!” A voice called from the end of the street. You all paused.

You felt relieved and even more scared at the same time. A bull meant no more Delancey brothers, but it still meant the Refuge.

The Delancey’s turned to see who it was.

“Well, well, well,” Oscar said, “look who’s come to collect their garbage. Sorry Kelly, but we’ve already got plans with this one.”

You felt tears trickle down your face as you looked at Jack’s figure standing about 20 feet away.

“Jack.” You whispered.

“Let her go,” Jack said sternly.

“Don’t think so.” Oscar snapped back, motioning to Morris.

Suddenly, Morris picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. The act of your stomach slamming down onto his shoulder knocked the air out of you.

You struggled to breathe and escape. You managed to look over at Jack, he and Oscar were both on the ground, wrestling with each other, punching and grappling.

“Jack.” You tried to wheeze out.

The feeling of not being able to breathe and the lightheadedness from not eating in the past few days mixed with the lack of sleep and the stress from it all finally caught up with you in that one moment.

You promptly fainted over Morris’ arm as he carried you off to the Refuge.

-

You awoke on a lumpy mattress and a thin pillow. There were voices around you and something cold pressed against your face.

Your eyes fluttered open and you woke to the newsies lodging house with all the newsies running around, shouting.

“[Y/N]?” A voice asked. You turned to find Sniper patting a cool rag on your forehead.

“Is this the Refuge?” You asked in a moment of confusion.

All movement and noise in the room immediately stopped and the newsies all gather around the bed you were on.

“Are you alright?” Henry asked.

“You scared us half to death!” Finch cried.

They all started talking at once while your head started spinning.

You raised a hand and the boys fell quiet. You readjusted yourself so you were sitting up more and rubbed your eyes before giving the boys the ok to keep going. Everyone began speaking again.

Your face sprouted a sad smile, feeling horrible that you had even left in the first place but also feeling special that the newsies all seemed to have missed you.

“…And I lost my shoe!” Specs cried as the group fell back into silence.

You laughed a little and tried to clear your throat to apologize but all that came out was a sob.

“Oh [Y/N], come on, don’t do that,” Romeo said, voice wobbling a little.

You looked around at the group, seeing all the boys had watery eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You mouthed and felt tears come falling down your face.

Tommy Boy, who was the closest to your left side, leaned over and hugged you, whispering “Please don’t leave again” into your ear.

Each boy followed suit, giving you a hug and telling you how much they missed you or asking you not to run away again. You nodded along to whatever they said, feeling so guilty.

Mush took an extra-long time, weeping into your shoulder. He really lived up to his nickname of Mushy.

Soon the boys were all sitting or lying on or around your bed, filling you in on all the events that had taken place in the past week.

“And wese having a big gathering today in newsies square. We handed out flyers to every workin’ kid we could find.” Mike said with a large smile.

“And Spot Conlon and the rest of the Brooklynn boys are going to be there! We saw them last night at the rally!” Elmer cried, looking so excited.

“We already said that.” Kid Blink said with a roll of his eye.

“Pulitzer will have to lower the prices after we shut down this city!” Jojo laughed.

“I hope we win.” You said, squeezing both Button’s and Small’s hands.

“We will.” Buttons said, looking very sure. The rest of the newsies all nodded and voiced their approval.

Suddenly, a loud thump came from the other side of the room. Everyone turned their heads to find Jack standing by the window, hands in his pockets and not making eye contact.

The guys all scrambled to get up and quickly exited the room, all looking back at you with worried expressions.

Jack slowly wandered up to your bed, still not looking at you.

He shuffled his feet and pulled his hat off, wringing it between his hands. You had never seen this version of Jack Kelly before, always so loud and brash. Now he looked too nervous to speak.

“I was-” He started “I mean…I didn’t think that…well…I…”

Jack sighed and moved so he was kneeling by your bed, looking extremely guilty, “What I’m trying to say is…I’m sorry.”

He looked up into your eyes finally.

You felt like you were going to burst into tears, you missed Jack so much. He was a part of your home and his presence brought a safeness only he could provide. You started to move your hand in his direction just needing to touch him, if only for a second.

Jack glanced down at your hand and practically threw his arms around your waist, his body sort of collapsing over your lap.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said, face in your lap, “I was wrong, we do needs you. I don’t know what I was thinkin’. We need you, [Y/N].”

You felt relieved and surprised and happy. You rested your hands on his head and shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have run away,” You breathed, brushing your hand over his hair.

Jack straightened back up and let out a shaky breath, “You had every right…after the way I talked to you. Nothing that happened that day was your fault and the boys don’t ever look at you like that. And if they do its only cause yous always lookin’ like an angel and are way too good to be hangin’ out with us newsies that we can’t hardly believe it.”

Jack took your hand slowly, lacing his fingers together with yours. “I don’t know how we survived before you came along. You’re the best thing to ever happen to us.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand.

“The best thing to ever happen to me.” You stared deeply into each other’s eyes.

“And maybe…if I didn’t screw this up too bad and make ya hate me…maybe-”

Abruptly, Jack leaned and gently pressed his lips to yours. You sighed softly and moved up to cup his face, thumbs stroking the apples of his cheeks.

Jack moved up so he was sitting on the bed with you and slide his hands in between your back and the pillow to cradle you gently.

You broke apart from Jack for air. His eyes were half-lidded, and his eyes moved from your lips to your eyes then leaned in for another kiss.

You had never been kissed before, but Jack was full of passion and didn’t seem to want to stop.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” You said resting your forehead on his. “Felt like you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me.”

Jack closed his eyes and breathed for a moment, looking totally blissed out. “No, it wasn’t like that. It’s just…you make me all nervous. You showed up here with your fancy clothes and nice smellin’ hair and it was so obvious you come from money and I didn’t think I’d ever be good enough for you, even if you didn’t just want money. And all the guys are always talkin’ to you and makin’ ya laugh soes I thought you might like one of them. You just seemed too good for me, so I didn’t get my hopes up, but I guess I kinda pushed you away when I did that.”

You grinned and laughed gently.

Jack pecked your lips a few times before bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek.

“Say you’ll come back for good,” Jack whispered against your lips.

“I will,” You breathed into his mouth before he kissed you again.

“Promise?” He asked leaning back enough to stare into your eyes.

You nodded, not able to speak when he looked at you like that.

He moved around so he was leaning against your pillow and your head was resting on his chest. You let out a small noise of pain. Your stomach sore from where Morris’ shoulder had rammed into you.

“What happened with the Delancey’s?” You asked, rubbing your stomach a little.

“Taught them to never mess with you again,” Jack said, kissing your forehead. “Yous one of us now and anyone who messes with you mess with me.”

“What about Crutchie? He’s still in the Refuge, Jack.”

You didn’t mean to make the moment melancholy, but you had to know what Jack was thinking.

“We’re getting him out. Tonight. No matter how the rally strike goes today. Spot and his Brooklynn boys have broken plenty of their own out of the Refuge in their area.”

You sighed in relief and snuggled closer to Jack. You had never felt so full of happiness before. He reached up and ran his hand through your hair, both of you just lying in the quiet, enjoying the simplicity of it now everything was out in the open between you two and how, regardless of how the strike ends, Crutchie would be back soon.

Red and yellow roses: Given together they mean happiness and excitement

Beige, beige and more beige, Jack knew the wall behind him was blue but that didn’t do him any good, turning that way meant pulling all the stuff that was stuck in his arm and that didn’t feel any good. His only solace was the big vase that sat next to his bed, filled with yellow and red roses. It certainly brought more life into the room, he wished that he’d been awake when his friend had brought it. Chase had already been to visit him to catch him up on what he’d missed while in his coma, he was so happy to know that his community had grown so much, and was so proud to hear about all the charity that took place in his absence, he just wished he’d been awake to see it all happen himself.

“Jack?” His attention snapped over to the door, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of [Y/N], his good friend.

“You came back! The nurse said you came with the flowers and left to let me sleep more.” He said as they entered the room.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, you need your rest after all.”

“I’ve been asleep for months! The last thing I need is more rest! Now come over here and give me a hug damn it.” He demanded, making his friend laugh. They walked closer, setting something down on the bedside table before leaning over to hug him, being careful of the wires and tubes they still had attached to him just in case. He felt thinner, his hug not as strong as it used to be, but it was a strong as he could muster at the moment. “I want to go home.” He sighed as they pulled away.

“You need your therapy Jack. Being in a coma for as long as you has some serious effects on the body! Your muscles are all deteriorated from lack of use, the doctors just want you to be healthy and here they can make sure you get the attention and care you need.” They told him, moving some of his hair out of his face.

“Well could they at least give me a hair cut or something? I’m looking like Marv’ over here.” He grumbled, making them laugh again.

“True, though if you asked Marv he’d say that wasn’t a bad thing.”

“Yeah well he’s not here.” He continued to grumble, crossing his arms before he looked over at the device [Y/N] had brought. “So… What’d you bring?”

“Huh? Oh right! I brought my Switch! I figured we could play MarioKart and then some Smash Bros if you wanted to.” They said, picking up the hand held and taking the joy cons off, before pulling the table attached his bed in front of him and setting the screen on it. “Okay, just lemme….” Their voice trailed off as they walked to the other side of the room to grab a chair and set it next to his bed. “There we go, now we can play.”

The console was turned on and they began playing MarioKart, the two jokingly smack talking each other and feeling more normal than they had in a while.

“Did you just blue shell me?!”  Jack exclaimed, his voice going up an octave as [Y/N] cackled.

“Hell yeah I did! Ya got a problem with that?!”

“Oh! It is ON!” He shouted, starting to lean with the movements of his character on the screen, because that totally makes it work better… It does!

The two played for what seemed like minutes, but soon they were aware that an hour had passed when a nurse came by to tell them to keep it down. Apparently, their loud gaming had been bothering a few of the other patients. The two, embarrassed, apologized and promised to try and keep the volume down before switching to play Smash.

“By the way, [Y/N]… I forgot to say thanks for the roses. They really brighten it up in here.” He said as they changed out the game.

“You’re welcome, Jack.” They said with a smile. “Ya know, I picked those colors for a reason.”

“Oh really? And why’s that?” He asked as the game started up and [Y/N] got them to the stage select screen, setting it to random so they could just choose their characters.

“When red and yellow roses are given together, they mean happiness and excitement. Which is exactly what I felt when I heard that you were awake, I missed you man… We all did.” They said as they picked their character and Jack picked his.

“I’m sorry. But hey I’m back now right?” He asked as they played together. “Wait… Do you have all items on?”

“Yes.” They said with a grin, laughing as he cursed under his breath and they continued to play, the two forgetting about having to keep quiet as they got more into it.

“No! Nooo!”

“I just want to show you my hammer Jack! It’s a nice hammer!”

“Get away from me! Get aw-Nooo!” Jack shouted as his character flew off the screen just as the time went out and [Y/N] cheered.

“Excuse me…”

The two froze at the sound of the extremely annoyed nurse.

“Uhh… Yes?” [Y/N] laughed nervously.

“If you don’t keep it down, I’m going have to ask you to leave.” The nurse said and the two quickly nodded.

“We’ll keep it down, I promise.” Jack spoke this time, the nurse simply huffing and walking out.

“Maybe, we should save the game for a less late time yeah?” [Y/N] asked and Jack nodded, handing the joy con back to them so they could put the Switch back together and turn it off. “Sorry, I got you in trouble with the nurse.”

“Eh, nothing can quiet me down. I’m a loud boy no matter what, someone should’ve warned them about that.” He said with a shrug.

After that the two sat in an awkward silence, through the yelling and playful jabs the two had already said just about what they wanted to say, it wasn’t like there was too much to talk about. Chase had caught him up on everything that had happened while he was in his coma. So, while they did touch the subject there wasn’t too much they could go on about.

“Hey, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for coming to visit me… And for the flowers. I won’t lie, I get kinda lonely in here. Plus, even if my body is all fucked up that doesn’t stop me from having a serious amount of energy so it’s good to get it out with games, even if we do get in trouble.”

“Anytime Jack, anytime… By the way, did Chase tell you he lost your flamingo shorts?”

“He did what?!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And that’s the end of the series! Man, I had fun writing it haha! Feels nice to write something that’s not academic. The moment I started this series I knew exactly what I wanted to do for Jack, I just also thought it would be a good way to end the series. I’m amazed that everyone has liked them so much, even the ones that I thought were subpar everyone seemed to like! It’s been a great boost in my self esteem as a writer, so thanks to all of you for that. Now, I just have to figure out what the heck I’m gonna do now... Eh, I’ll figure out. Anyway! As always, I accept any and all feed back, thank you for reading! 

Pairing: BiFemale!Reader x Jack SPN

Word Count: 11,449 (I know, but I am so proud of it)

Warnings: Tiny angst, medium fluff.

A/N: Request from my most loyal reader @draiela about the song Saturn by Sleeping at Last “i just got an urge from listening to the song and a path of self acceptance ive been on lately with being myself around myself and others if that makes sense.. [the request was a whole conversation, so I copied the main story point]

Your name: submit What is this?

 “Could I ask you to help me out?” you finally break the silence after walking with Jack for nearly a mile around the park.

 “What do you need?” he asks very seriously, forming a knot in his forehead.

 “I’m taking this photography class.” You motion a fake camera with your fingers and close one eye to look at the trees along the path.

                                                   Texas

“HOW THIS BOY DOESN’T KNOW THE POWERS BUT CAN DISAPPEAR?!“ Dean was angry with Jack and his lack of control.

It was him, Sam, Castiel, and Donatello in that Motel room trying to understand the whole situation about Jack's powers and especially how to hide him from Lucifer when the boy could not handle all the pressure they were doing, as well as feeling guilty about getting trouble for Castiel and the brothers.

If he was a normal person, he probably would have started crying at the same moment, but he was only two months old, he did not know the feelings that surrounded his body yet.

God, he was so young to be the reason for the next end of the world.

"I told you not to piss him off, Dean!" - Sam unloads.

"It's not my fault if this whole shit is happening because of him!"

"If that's his fault, then I'm responsible for his mother's death, too."

The sepulchral silence that settled in was completely uncomfortable, denouncing the tenuous line between Sam and Dean Winchester who had been formed since Mary's disappearance.

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Jack took a deep breath, seeking as much oxygen as he could to calm himself. They were about to panic, knew that the Winchester brothers wanted him to understand how to use their powers, but all that pressure only caught him even more. He did not know how but had come to stop in an outdoor setting, a park perhaps. He knew he was sitting on a bench receiving direct sunlight. By the noise of the wind it should not be too far from a grove. The noise of the cars was very muffled which meant being far from the city. Jack just wanted to understand how he managed to stop in a park when he felt a weight on his feet.

“But what is this?” He lifted his head enough to see a pug lying under his feet.

“THEREZA!” He lifted his face in the direction of the voice, facing you running toward him, yelling at the dog.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not Thereza.” Jack felt embarrassed at the approach of a teenager with no one around to guide him or even protect him from you.

 If Dean was present he would have laughed at the situation: soon Lucifer's son was terrified of talking to a girl.

You stopped about a meter away from him, taking a breath for the race. You fingered for him to wait until he was finally recovered enough.

“I'm sorry for Thereza, um ..”.

“Jack.”

"I'm sorry for Thereza, Jack. She does not usually get so lazy that way. " You look ugly to the bitch who only responds with an excited bark, if nestled even more at Jack's feet.

"I ..." He was speechless.

"Are you afraid of dogs? Is that why you're so pale and still? " You sat next to him on the bench. At least he already knew from whom the bitch had learned to invade personal space.

"Actually, this is the first time I've seen one.” Jack says rather awkwardly, getting used to his presence.

“Where you live? Naked cave? " You were completely indignant about the situation already.

"Well, technically, a Bunker, but not a war.”

"That would not stop you from seeing a dog. You have what, nineteen years?

"Actually, I'm only two months old.”

You opened your mouth to object but then closed it. You looked at him intensely before finally responding with a laugh.

"You know, people usually lie to their age, but I think you overreacted a little bit.

"You do not look so old." Jack did not feel so uncomfortable for the first time, releasing his curious, communicative side.

"It's because I'm not. I'm only sixteen, I still do not have to change years for months. " You poked him in the arm, clearly implicating him.

Jack was only surprised, feeling a shock where his shoulder shocked.

"Is it my impression or are you implying me?"

“Who knows?”

Jack did not know what the hell was going on here, just that it was one of the best feelings he'd experienced in the past two months. He was completely hypnotized by you - even though he was technically older and younger at the same time. He only wondered why he wanted to smile even though he had exchanged half a dozen words. His hands, because they sweated so much? And the heart, that was not his normal beating.

Jack was so young that there was no time for anyone to explain to him what it was to fall in love, let alone what it was. Poor thing, he had added one more item to the list of why not get out of control. He honestly did not know what could happen by being there alone.

                                                        ***

"Sam, Dean, I think I'm getting a signal.”  Castiel broke the weather that was getting worse. "He is very weak, but surely he is.”

"Where is it, Cas?"

"He must have gotten out of control again, otherwise he would have no reason to be on the Angels' radio." Castiel was silent for some time trying to decode what was said. "He looks kind of desperate. Something is happening that he has no idea what it is.”

“Do you track him?”

"Dean, he's a blinking dot in the dark, but of course I can track him down!"

                                                            ***

Part Two

Paring: Winchesterx Sister!Reader JackXReader(Slowly)

Warining: Violence. Torture. Curse words

AO: I have to Clarify a few things. The story takes Place in the Middle of Season 12 The only thing that changed is that Jack is Born. so Crowley is still alive and Mary is still fighting with the British man of Letters. But she will be here soon. 

Lies. I Thought I had escaped them when I fled from Ohio. But once again I was wrong. I Waked up in a Dark Room My Hands were Tied up and attached to the ceiling. Me feet didn’t touch the Ground. I looked up to my hands they were bloody. In the room was a Chair and a metal table. I recognized the Tools on the Table. My Family in Ohio used tools like this to Torture me. The room was so dark I couldn’t see more. I tried to free me but I couldn’t. I tried to Remember what Happened. Steve he showed up in the Middle of the night and held a gun at me.

-

“Now drop the Knife. We dint want to Hurt Anybody” I dropped the Knife and he Smiled “Good Girl, Now Sleep” Then he hit me with the Pistol on the back of my Head.

-

I knew that if Sam and Dean would enter the room they wouldn’t find me there. I looked up when I heard a door open.  Someone turned on the Lights and I needed a little bit to see something. “How is our guest doing?” I looked in to a Man’s face and didn’t answer. He smiled “You know the Rumors that a new Winchester family member appeared spread very quickly.” Behind the man were 3 Other ones with heavy Guns. “You probably think that we are the bad guys, but were just saving you” I looked at the man without emotions in my face “Do you know what these two Winchesters want to do with you? Do you think that if you mean something to Dean he would just let you hunt? No he Wouldn’t they are using you”  His words Hurt but I couldn’t let him see it. The guy in front of me came closer “They are Using you, we want to save you from all this. From Lucifer hell and everything The Winchesters  are confronting. “ I didn’t say anything because I had no idea what I could say. “Where the Winchesters go follows death. Did they told you about their friends? They followed them and they are dead. Why do you think Sam and Dean are the only ones still here? They don’t care about others” I Laughed “And What do you want from me?” He looked surprised “I want to talk” I laughed again “Yes. Talk. Is this why you have these tools there?”  he looked to the table “well this is in case you won’t answer our questions.” I Smiled “Well then you should start using them because I ain’t  listening to your shit anymore” The man shook his head “ And I thought that you were different” he gave one of his man a sign. One of them put a camera in a Corner of the room. “Oh you are wondering why there is a Camera? We will hurt you very bad. And every day we will send a video to the Winchesters. Maybe after that they are willing to answer the questions you aren’t answering.”

I lost track of the Time. I could have been here Days, Months, even Years or I could have been here a few hours. I was pretty proud of myself I never even once screamed or cried while they had their fun cutting me. The Man in the beginning came once in a while and asked me Questions, but I never answered them. Right now I had thousand cuts everywhere . I started to call the man who tortured me  Harald, don’t know his real name ,he  Came back with a Bucket of water “Oh Harald I missed you. This were the longest 5 minutes without torture. “ He didn’t said anything like always. He poured the bucket over me. “Thanks I was really thirsty” He threw the bucket in the other part of the room and smiled. “Whats up herald did you wife finally left you for somebody who locked like a human?” He came closer and in his right hand he had a teaser. “Great” I signed. Then he electroshock me. I almost screamed but kept it all in. After a while the man who talked to me when I first got here came back. I call him asshole. Just because I couldn’t think of something better. “You really impressed me and all the others Y/N. No one got through this and still had his sarcasms. Really bad that you are on their side. You are so loyal and strong well to bad. So you didn’t answered the last question so here is another one for you. We want to know how the relationship between the Winchesters and the script of god was” I Looked at him “Well how is your relationship with Harald?” He looked at me and then to Harald “Kept going she won’t play this game forever”. He went out of the room and Harald stood before the table with the Tools picking one out. A fire burner. He smiled and started burning my left foot. After that he took a normal knife and started cutting me. He stopped when we heard gunshots outside the door. I caught him out of guard and kicked the Knife out of his hands, I taught it and I cut the rope. And fell to the ground. Harald stood up and I did too. I was faster than him and put the knife in his torso. He felt to the ground and I took his shirt because walking around naked with wounds wasn’t a good idea. The shirt only coward the most privates parts. I took the knife and tried to stand up. “Fuck this hurts” I opened the door I saw no one I only heard Gunshots. I walked forward and I heard The asshole screaming orders. I started to see black dots I sure lost a lot of blood. I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath. Somebody walked around the corner and saw me, to late he had my knife in his throat. I took it and started walking again. “They’re everywhere, retreat!”  I turned left and saw somebody in the floor. I Started running and was about to stab the guy when he said “Hey Y/N Calm. It’s Me Jack” I looked at him with tired eyes and smiled “Oh hey what’s up” He looked at me confused “Not much just trying to save you” I nodded “Cool How is it going” he Was about to lift up my shirt I stopped him “What are you doing?” He looked at me confused “You are hurt I wanna see how bad, I mean I saw the videos but-“  I Shook my head “Forget it.” He looked at me “I can carry you” I wanted to decline but if I walk e few steps I’m sure that I will fall. “Ok”. I was on jacks back and he walked through the Tunnels. “Here” he gave me his phone “Call them and say that you are safe” I nodded and called Dean First “Jack I’m busy right now. Whats-” I smiled “Hey Dean Jack told me to call you. I’m safe.” Dean answered immediately “Thank  god Y/N I’m so sorry. Jack we will met outside” I hung up the phone and rested my head on jacks back. “Thank you” I whispered. Jack looked back to me confused “for saving me and for carrying me around” jack laughed “It’s all right. I’m Happy that I found you. But I’m sorry that we took so long to save you”  I smiled “It’s ok ” My eyes started to feel heavy. “Jack keep talking I need it to stay awake” He turned around a corner “Ehm Did you Know that I Love nougat? I ate it once and since then I couldn’t stop eating it. “ I smiled shivering a little. When Jack turned around he started talking again “You can’t imagine how worried we all were.  Y/N You Can’t fall asleep right now ok? I know you have lost a bad amount of blood but you can do it. After all you are a Winchester” I hummed closing my eyes. “But I’m so tired Jack” He opened the door to the outside and a cold wind met us. I shivered even more. I Could hear voices in the Distances and without realizing it we were in The Impala. I laid in the Backseat my head in Jacks lap and my feet laid on castiel’s lap. They were screaming and first I couldn’t  understand the words but then I did “-Mean cas? Why doesn’t it work?” I saw castile looking angry “I don’t know dean! It’s like something is Blocking her so that I can’ heal her” Sam looked up his Phone “Turn around left we have to go to the Hospital” I Moved a little bit and sighed. Everybody was looking at me Jack grabbed my face. “We are bringing you to a Hospital” I Shook my head “I don’t need-“ Dean interrupted me “Listen Y/N I Love you but Right now I don’t care what you think you need or what you don’t need! We are bringing you to a hospital” I sat up against Jack and castile. I looked down and saw that the Shirt I had on was full of blood. Castile looked at me “Why can’t I heal you?” I took his Hand in mine and smiled at him “No one can cas” I whispered. He looked at me confusing. “What do you mean” I looked to jack He looked confused as well. I could feel how I was about to die. I took a big breath and said “Dean they are going to kill me in the Hospital. I can’t go in there. The way to help me is to clean the wounds and but bandages around” I closed my eyes and bit on my Lips. I didn’t felt the Pain earlier but right now I could fell every single cut and it burned like hell. Somebody grabbed my left hand and I opened my eyes jack had it. Dean Stopped the Impala on the side of the road. And turned around like sam and Sam said “What do you mean Y/N” I Shook my head, eyes closed again “I can’t right now, could you just please stop the bleeding” Sam looked at Cas “ we’re changing places I will take care of Y/N. Dean drive to Jody’s House it’s not far away from here”. Sam took care of most of my wounds. He only left the one’s in the Private parts. Jack hold my hand the Whole time and said things like “It’s going to be ok. You can do it” And honestly these words helped me a lot. He always knew when I was about to fall asleep so he would tell me about the things he saw or the things he didn’t understood first. Sam looked had the whole ride tears in his eyes and I heard him say sorry under his breath. I wanted to say something but I was too weak.  Dean called jody and told her we were on the way and he asked almost every five minutes how I was doing. Jack always said “She will get through this” I don’t know how long we drove but when were there sam Picked me up Bridal style and Walked to the House. I couldn’t see this Jody women but I heard her voice and two other ones. “Sam put her down here on the Couch” Said Jody and he did. I realized that Jack wasn’t next to me. I needed his comments that I would make it I need someone who believed it because I didn’t. I had my eyes still closed I was to weak to open them. I Lifted my left arm a little bit “Jack” I whispered. Somebody grabbed my hand “hey everything is ok. You will survive” I relaxed immediately when I heard him. I heard a voice I couldn’t identify “Jody what happened?” I heard jody saying “Claire bring me the med kit and then everything we have in this house what has something to do with medicine Now! You boys go Out!” I squeezed Jacks hand. “Ok you can stay here just turn around!” I tried open my eyes but I could only open one “No Stiches” She looked at me in confusion “Girl you need them you-“ I shook my head and closed my eye again “No stiches” I stayed awake the hole time she cleaned my wounds and when she finished I felt asleep.

I waked up in a bed. It was pretty Comfortable and I looked around the room was little the walls had a light blue and other Furniture. I Looked at the chair next to my bed and I saw Jack siting in it. He still hold my hand and smiled at me “How are you feeling?” I Sat up a little “better than before” He stood up and gave me a glass water “Thanks” I took a few sips and gave the glass jack again. He put it in the little table next to the bed while I tried to stand up. “Hey wait you shouldn’t move!” He put his hands on my shoulder and I put my right hand over his one on my shoulder “I Really have to get up.” He looked at me “Why?” I smiled “Because I want to Jack. I’m better now “ He slowly took his handy away and stood there. I stood up and tried to walk a few steps. “See I can walk” He didn’t say anything. I opened the door and heard Voices. I went to them and entered what seemed a living room. I Smiled when I say Sam and Dean They stood up immediately “He-“ they hugged me and I felt so much Pain in this Moment but I Smiled and hugged them Back.  They took me to a couch were I sat. a women brought me Tea I looked up “oh Thank you very much ehm Jody?” The women Nodded. “Yes This girl there is Claire and the other one Alex” I Smiled “Nice to Meet you” Alex smiled and Claire just nodded. I looked to Sam and Dean. “It’S Alright” they looked like I had gone Crazy Dean stood up and said “Alright? Y/N Stop saying this. You know just as well that Nothing is alright! Do you Know how you look like? Like a fucking Dead Person and you almost became one!” Sam took my hand “Why didn’t you told them the answers Y/N We were more than ok with this” I Put the cup of tee down and looked at sam “It was my Choice to not tell them and Dean” I looked at him now “ I’m Not dead so stop making such a Drama about this!” He looked even more furious “I shouldn’t make a drama about this? Y/N Do you know what just happened? Do you Know why they did that? Because of us and we knew that something like this would have happened sooner or later !. do you even realize what they did to you?” I Stood up to regretting it instantly I felt a few wounds that opened again. But right now I was mad so I didn’t care “Did you Really just Asked me This? Do you think I’m  Not feeling the Pain or remember every cut? You don’t know what they did to me because there were things that they didn’t record!” I regretted these words as soon as they leaved my mouth. Sam Asked behind me “What did they do Y/N?” I Shook my head and sat on the Couch again “Nothing forget it “ Sam Looked so broken.  Jody came to sit across the couch on an armchair. “I’m going to change the Theme of multiple reasons. Y/N Why did you said that the Hospitals were going to kill you and that you can’t have stiches?” Dean went to the kitchen and Sam sat on the Other end of the Couch. I Looked at Jody “I don’t really know what is wrong with me but one time my parents Hurted me to hard and I had to go to the hospital and when they gave me painkillers, the pain got worse and when I got stiches the cut got deeper. Since then always when I try to fix myself it won’t work. So the only thing I can do is cleaning the wounds and putting a bandage around it” Jody nodded “Could it been a Spell” she asked at no one specific. Castiel stood next to her and looked at me “Possible but Somebody extremely strong  should have done that but why?. I can’t remove it The spell is too strong” I took a sip from the Tee and looked then at Jody “can I use your Bathroom?” She smiled at me “Yeah You don’t have to ask sweety its the first door down there” I smiled and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror my face was full of bruises and little cuts. I Looked down my body and almost every centimeter was covered by bandages. I signed and went out the Bathroom.  I went Outside. I needed fresh air . I walked a little and sat on a wooden bench. “Y/N” I turned around  and saw Claire walking towards me I made some free space for her on the Bench and she sat beside me. “I Know we don’t know each other very well but I heard what Sam and dean told Josy about you and your past” I nodded “They weren’t your Parents you know that right?” I looked at her “they were something” She nodded “Yes something but not your Parents” We saw Alex walking towards us and She sat down in front of us on the ground. She smiled sadly “I Know what they did to you. I mean it doesn’t need much to understand. And I Know how hard this has to be Y/N. And I also know that you don’t want to talk about this right know. But Sam and Dean are a part of our Crazy family and so are you! Me and Claire are always there for you if you want to talk ok?” I Smiled at them “Thank you” Alex smiled back “I know this is Probably not the right moment but Is Jack your Boyfriend?” I looked at her shocked and felt the heat rising up my face. Claire next to me said “Really Alex?” Alex laughed “hey we are friends. And I mean I’m not going to say anything. Also I know you want to know it too!” Claire rolled her eyes “Alex you’re wrong” Alex looked at me again and raised an eyebrow “And?” I shook my Head “I just met him like two times” Alex nodded “Right I Forgot. I just Thought it Because I saw you holding his hand in the Car and when you were on the Couch you wanted to hold his hand” I nodded still having red checks “He helped me not falling asleep and ha said those things that made me believe that I could make it” Claire looked at me “ but do you like him?” I looked to the ground  “I don’t know” Alex stood up and gripped my hand “Come on you have to eat something” We three went inside and to the kitchen. There was a little island where I took a seat while Alex made something to eat for me and me and Claire talked. Jody walked in the Kitchen and looked surprised “What are you doing?” Claire saw to her and said “We’re making Y/N something to eat” Jody smiled and went out of the kitchen.  Claire looked at me “Did you know that castile was my father?” I looked at her in surprise and shook my head “yeah he was well his vessel, Jimmy, I thought my father was dead I was pretty surprised when I saw him again walking around” I Nodded “Must have been pretty rough” Claire smiled “yes it was” Alex gave me a bowl with soup In it “Thank you two so much” they smiled and let me eat my soup. After I Finished my soup Dean entered the Kitchen “Listen Y/N I’m sorry but do you know how I feel? I thought I would give you a normal and save life by giving you to another family, and oh how wrong I was and then I knew that leaving you in this motel meant only trouble, and what did I do? Nothing” I Looked at him with tired eyes “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble” He had tears in his eyes “Don’t ever say this again you heard me?” he hugged me and I nodded “Dean Can we stay here only this Night I’m So tired?” He gave me a sad smile “We’re gonna stay here till tomorrow ok” I Smiled “thanks dean” we two went to the living room where Sam was Waiting he wanted to say something but I went to hug him “Y/N I’M sorry” I just hugged him and the smiled. Dean and Sam went out talking while I searched Cas. I found him in the Backyard “Cas?” He looked over to me and smiled. “Can I Talk to you for a second?”  He nodded “What’s bothering you?” I looked at a tree which was standing in the backyard “Do you feel emotions Like Love?” He looked at me confused “Yes” I nodded “What does it feel like?” Cas thought about it a while “ Whenever you see the person you’re in love with you smile and feel happy. You want to be there for them in every little step in their life. At least I heard people saying it like this. I love my family and I Would do everything for them. “ I looked at the sunset “Thanks Castiel” He looked at me “Anytime”  I went inside and went to the room I waked up. I found jody in it “Oh sorry I Thought-“ Jody smiled at me “this Is your room while you stay here ok?” I looked at her surprised “Ehm Thank you” Jody came to me “I told you. You don’t have to say sorry” She hugged me and went outside the room . I sat on the bed and laid down.  Someone knocked on my door “It’s open” Jack came in and close the door behind him “Hey how are you ?” I Still Laid on the bed “I don’t know” He laid besides me and said “What’s wrong?” I looked at him “besides the Pain? I don’t know I feel like I only cause trouble. Sam and Dean are worried and stressed and Only because of me.” He Looked at the ceiling “Trust me They are always stressed and worried, and its not your fault. And you don’t Cause Trouble.” I laughed “But it feels like it” He stood up and took my hands in his “come Dinner is ready” I looked at him “I’m not Hungry” He shook his head and he pulled me up on my feet “You are going to eat something” He dragged me out of the room to the diner room where everybody was waiting I Sat down next to Claire and Jack. Alex leaned a little over the the table and raised an eyebrow “What were you two doing?” She whispered .I felt the Heat rising up my cheeks again “Alex shut up. They are going to hear it” I whispered back and Claire Laughed. Everybody looked at us and I looked down at my Plate. Jack gave me a worried look “Are you alright? Do you have fever?” I Shook my head “It’s Nothing”. Alex gave me through the dinner always some looks who I started to ignore. After dinner I said Good night to everybody and went to bed.