Minor season thirteen spoilers.

Summary: You meet the Winchesters on a hunt, then you meet Jack...

QOTP: Do you like Jack?

Word Count: 4450

"You look a little young to be an FBI agent," the taller man in front of you says. He's got long, brown hair, scruff, and questioning brown eyes. His partner is a few inches shorter, also with scruff, but with shorter hair and apple-green eyes.

You cross your arms. "And you look a little old."

You're twenty five, which is pretty young, especially compared to them. They're right, too; you're not an FBI agent. You're a hunter. You just said the first thing you could think of.

The shorter one cocks an eyebrow. "You're not an FBI agent, are you?"

You flash your badge. "What does this look like?"

They flash their own badges, the shorter one speaking again. "Exactly like these. Fakes."

It takes you a second. "Hold on... you're not real FBI agents?"

The taller one shakes his head as they pocket their badges. "Nope."

"Then, what are you?" you ask suspiciously.

The shorter one is just as suspicious. "What are you?"

You cross your arms. "I asked you first."

There's a pause, and then the taller one relents. "Hunters."

You smile a little. "Me, too. Now that that's cleared up, you boys can hop in your fancy car and head off; I've got this covered."

"No," the shorter one says, looking at you incredulously. "This is our case."

"I was here first!" you argue.

"So? You're, like, twelve. Let the pros handle it."

"I've been hunting since I was a kid. I can handle it."

"So can we. And we're older than-"

The taller one holds his hands up, silencing you both. He sends the shorter one a look. "How about we work the case together?"

"It's my case-"

"Okay," he says placatingly. "It's your case. Let us help you."

You think for a second. Hunting alone sucks, and not just because it's more dangerous. And, anyway, it's only for one hunt. You sigh. "Fine. I'm Y/N, by the way. In case you were wondering."

////

You posed as their trainee when talking to the cops and the victims' friends and families.

They also payed for your room at their motel; they found out after the first night that you were sleeping in your car. You didn't wanna spend too much money - which you had a short supply of - on stuff you could go without.

You weren't gonna let them buy you a room, but they insisted.

The monster turned out to be a wraith - two, actually. The shorter one - Dean - ended up getting knocked out, leaving you and the taller one - Sam - to fight a wraith each. The wraith nearly killed you, and would have had Dean not gotten up in time and killed it.

After all the meals, long hours of research, and the hunt itself, you feel like you've known them forever. And, apparently, they feel the same way.

"Listen, Y/N," Sam says, standing outside their car just before leaving, "I know you're probably not gonna take us up on the offer, but... we want you to come with us."

Dean continues before you can speak. "I mean, you're hunting alone, and we've got room. A home, a place to go back to."

You pretend to mull over your decision, then sigh. "Alright. Let me get my stuff from the car." After five minutes of gathering your bag and various weapons, you get in the backseat of their car.

"What about your car?" Dean asks.

"It's a piece of junk. And it's stolen, so..."

Sam laughs. "Of course it is."

////

It took a few hours, some of their life story, and a nap, but you've finally made it to the their bunker. The outside is only a front door, set into a small stone wall, which is set into the hill behind it. You grab your stuff and head inside after Dean, Sam behind you.

The front door leads into a sort of foyer. There's a decorated walkway to your right. It leads to a set of stairs and continues a little further into a balcony. Below, there's a table surrounded by chairs, the top a glowing world map. Some papers are sitting on it. In the corner rests an old control-panel-type-thing.

The floor, walls, and high ceiling are stone, but a small set of stairs leads into a cozy-looking library.

From this angle, you can see three mahogany tables lined down the middle of the room. They each have four chairs and a table lamp. You see the ends of bookshelves and stone pillars on the sides. There's also a large alcove in the center of the back wall. What looks to be a telescope is resting inside of it.

Dean grins and looks back at you, noticing your impressed look. "Cool, isn't it?"

You nod. "Very."

You make your way down the stairs, now able to see doorways branching off into rooms and hallways from the foyer. You think you see a kitchen to your left. Dean points to the hallway on your right. "Your room, and ours, are all down there."

You only nod, looking around. In the kitchen, in your peripheral vision, you see movement. There's a boy rummaging through the cabinets.

He looks to be about your age, and he's got short brown hair, some of it pushed down onto his forehead. He turns, though he doesn't see you, and you can see that his eyes are a shade of black coffee brown.

He's also really cute.

"Who is that?" you say, hardly thinking.

Dean chuckles. "Why? Think he's cute?"

You nod, not even looking at him; you're still looking at the cute boy. "Uh huh."

Sam raises an eyebrow, chuckling, though you don't notice. "That's Jack."

Dean decides to add something. "He's the son of Lucifer."

You stop, look at Dean, back to Jack, then to Sam, and back to Dean again. Then, you snort. "My bad."

Jack finally spots the three of you. "Sam? Dean? Who's...?"

You're still kind of in shock, so Sam has to answer for you. "Uh, this is Y/N. She's a hunter. She's gonna stay with us."

Jack smiles and holds out his hand. "I'm Jack."

You take it gingerly. "Nice to meet you..."

Sam steps towards you, anticipating how awkward this could get. "How about I show you your room?"

You turn away from Jack, adjusting your bag on your shoulders. "Yeah. Sure."

On the way back your room, you look at Sam incredulously. "The son of Lucifer?"

"Well, he's good," Sam says, "He's not like his dad - and he doesn't want to be. His mom was human. She... She died when he was born."

"And when was he born?"

Sam hesitates. "A few days ago."

"A few- what?!"

He explains the entire situation before you decide to go to bed; you've had enough for one day.

////

The next morning, you find the kitchen, looking for some breakfast, when Jack walks in. He smiles. "Hi."

"Hi," you say, finally able to act normal now that you're processed what Sam told you. Of course, you can't date him now considering the circumstances.

The problem is, he's still as cute as he was last night.

You open the fridge and find some juice, then search for the cups and find none. "Where do you keep your cups?" you ask, not looking at him.

He shrugs. "I don't know; I haven't been here very long. But I could help you find them?

"Thanks."

And he's sweet. He's making it very difficult to not like him.

After you find the cups, you wordlessly pour yourself some juice and then hunt for something to eat.

Jack sighs. "They told you, didn't they?"

You look up, though not at him. "What?"

"They told you... who my father is." You hesitate, and it's all the proof he needs. "I know my father is horrible, but... I don't think of him as my father. Castiel's my father - my mother said he'd protect me." You recognize the name of the angel from some of the stuff Sam and Dean told you last night, but aren't sure what to say. "Sam says I'm more like my mother, anyway," he mumbles.

You finally look at him. "He told me she died."

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry."

He looks over at you, too. "Thanks."

You take a deep breath, abandoning your search for breakfast. "My mom's dead, too. So's my father."

His eyebrows raise a little, and he actually looks sad. "I'm sorry."

You shrug. "Not your fault. It happens, especially when you're a hunter, like they were."

"Is that why you're a hunter? And why you're staying here?" he asks.

"They raised me to be a hunter - it's all I've ever known. And, yeah, since they died, I've been hunting on my own, and... it's not smart to hunt alone."

Jack smiles a little. "Well, I'm glad you're staying with us..."

"Thanks, Jack. I'm glad I am, too."

////

Over the next few days, you've bonded with the Winchesters more, and, surprisingly, Jack.

You told him about Harry Potter and some human stuff he didn't understand, and you talked. About everything. It was mostly you telling him what things were and meant, but still.

You're shocked by how sweet and innocent he is. Maybe Sam was right - he's more like his mom, Kelly Kline.

That still doesn't mean you're on board with dating him or anything, no matter how adorable and sweet and he is. Because, like Dean, you think something bad might happen.

Yes, some people have crappy parents. And yes, you understand that that doesn't necessarily mean the kid will turn out crappy.

But this is different. It's supernatural stuff. Powerful supernatural stuff.

Still, you've formed a soft spot for him.

One day, Sam and Dean want to go on a hunt. Sam's found a case, and he's explaining it to you. "Police found an injured kid who only said the word "monster". Oh, and his best friend is missing."

You shrug. "Sounds promising."

Then, Sam says, "Thought the three of us could check it out."

You stop. "What about Jack?"

"He's, uh, he's catching up on all my old fantasy DVDs - Red Sonja, Beastmaster, Beastmaster II. You know, with the time traveling ferrets... So, I was thinking we'd leave Jack behind..."

Dean seems suspicious but happy about this. You're just suspicious. "Alright, the way you're talking, it sounds like you've committed a murder, so I'm gonna guess Jack's dead. Not cool, Sam."

Sam snorts. "I didn't kill him, Y/N. He's fine - like I said, watching DVDs."

"And that's gonna keep him busy the whole time we're gone?"

Dean cocks an eyebrow. "If you're so concerned about leaving him alone, then why don't you stay here with him?"

You take that as challenge. His tone, his body language - he may as well be throwing down a gauntlet. You stand, crossing your arms. "Fine. I will."

They make sure you have their numbers in case anything happens. Dean reminds you that Sam put extra warding on the place. After they're gone, you head to Jack's room and knock on the cracked door. He glances over at you, a movie playing on a computer in front of him. "Come in."

You smile and walk in. "Hey. How's it hangin'?"

His brows furrow. "What is it and why is it hanging?"

"Oh, it's an expression. Means, 'How's it going?'"

He nods. "Well, the people in Sam's movie are dying, so it's not going very good."

You go to say something, then stop, your mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Well, uh... that sucks... Anyway, Sam and Dean are heading out on a hunt, so I'm gonna stay here with you."

"Okay," he says simply.

You start to back out of the room. "Come find me if you need anything."

"Okay."

////

You decided to explore the bunker out of boredom. You were careful not to touch anything that looked ancient or like it belonged in a science lab. Eventually, you got hungry and went to the kitchen.

The only thing they have that you're in the mood for is spaghetti. So, you get out some noodles, a jar of pre-made sauce, butter, a pot, and a saucepan.

Then, Jack walks in. "What are you doing?"

"Making spaghetti," you reply, turning on the stove.

"Can I help?"

"Sure."

You probably should've told him no in hindsight, but oh, well.

You melt butter in the pot and let Jack take a spoon and spread it around the bottom. Then, you pour in some water and wait for it to boil. "What's the hot water for?" he asks.

"To cook the noodles."

You open the jar of sauce and let Jack dump it in the sauce pan, telling him to be extra careful to avoid making a mess.

This results in him pouring it as slow as possible. You laugh. "You don't have to pour it so slow."

Well, like Rubeus Hagrid, you should not have said that. He was pouring it towards himself, which you probably should've told him not to do. You didn't think it would result in anything particularly messy.

You were sorely mistaken.

He ends up dumping it all down his shirt.

Jack looks at you apologetically and you almost laugh at the sauce down his shirt and on his socks. Somehow, it missed his pants.

You take the jar from him. "You go get yourself cleaned up, and I'll clean up in here, okay?" He nods and walks back towards his room, trying not to get spaghetti sauce on the floor from his socks. He's failing. "Take your socks off, Jack."

He does and continues walking.

You clean up the sauce - most of it somehow ended up in the pan  - and set the pan on the stove, waiting for it to boil.

Five minutes later, Jack walks back in the kitchen.

Shirtless.

"Jack..." you say, unable to manage anything else. You have questions. Many. But also...

He's shirtless.

He's really making not liking him difficult.

"I couldn't clean my shirt, and you told me to take my socks off, so..." You take your eyes off his chest and look at his feet, which are, in fact, still bare.

You sigh. "I... Alright, come here. The water's getting close to boiling."

You're not telling him to put on a shirt because 1) that opens up a whole confusing conversation about why. And 2) the water really is about to boil and he wants to help. The only way he can do that from this point on is by breaking the noodles and putting them in the pot.

Also... you know why. Shame on you.

Anyway, the water starts boiling and you grab some noodles, break them apart, and put them in the pot. "Now you try."

He does and makes a mess, though not as bad as the sauce mess.

Eventually, the sauce and the noodles are both ready, and you make two plates and set them on the map table. It's the closest thing you have to a dinner table.

At first, you don't say much, other than Jack announcing that he likes spaghetti (he's never had it before).

Then, you start talking about Sam's movie - he has some questions. At some point, you realize you completely forgot he's shirtless.

The conversation dies down, but only for a few moments. "Y/N..." Jack says.

You look up. "Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?"

Your brows furrow, both in confusion and concern. "Yeah, of course."

He takes a deep breath and it makes you nervous. "I... I'm afraid of Dean."

You stop. "What?"

"He doesn't like me. I know that. And I tried to get him to like me, but that made him more mad. But that's not why I'm afraid..."

"Then why?" you ask, fully aware that Dean doesn't like Jack due to his father, which you understand. But Dean takes it farther. he hates Jack, and he makes sure he knows it. You don't like the father situation either, but you don't hate Jack. You don't even dislike him, if you're honest.

Jack sighs. "He said that if I ever went dark side... he'd kill me."

"What-?"

"And I'm afraid I'll go dark side because of my dad."

You shake your head. "Jack, don't listen to Dean, okay? He's all talk most of the time. And, anyway, you're not gonna go dark side unless you want to. You're not your father - you can choose to be good, and you have. It doesn't matter who you're parents are; you make your own decisions."

He thinks for a moment. "Am I making good decisions?"

"Yeah, Jack. You are."

////

After dinner, Jack goes back to his room to another one of Sam's movies while you clean up. About halfway through, he gets to a part he doesn't understand and goes to ask you a question about it. But you're not in your room.

So, he looks elsewhere.

It doesn't take long for him to find you in the map room on your phone, your back to him. He's about to say something when he hears Dean's voice.

"Y/N?" It's coming from your phone. Jack stops.

"Dean, we need to talk," you say.

"About what?" Dean asks.

You hesitate. "Jack."

The boy in question barely has time to think before Dean replies. "I knew it. You're with Sam on this."

You sigh deeply. "Dean, mentally, he's a baby. You can't keep treating him the way you do-"

"Need I remind you of when you first met him?"

"No. Yes, the fact that he's Lucifer's son causes me to... not want to date him. Honestly, I don't think he even knows what a girl is, but that's not the point. If he wasn't Lucifer's kid, I'd be flirting with him right now instead of talking to you. Because he's sweet. And kind. And trying."

"What's your point?"

"Yes, his dad being You-Know-Who makes things complicated and risky. But he can't help that. He didn't choose his parents."

"I know. But he's got his DNA, Y/N. He's gonna go dark side."

"But maybe we can change him, Dean. If we can keep him on the straight and narrow-"

"Not gonna happen, Y/N."

Jack can hear a hint of anger in your tone. "Every mistake he's made thus far has been an accident, Dean. Because, as I said, he's mentally only a few weeks old. Sure he can talk and read and write, but that's about it."

"He can also kill people with his mind."

"He hasn't killed anybody-"

"Yet."

There's a pause. You take a deep breath. Jack's confused, a little hurt, but mostly happy that you're defending him. "Dean, if he goes dark side, we will take care of it, but as of right now, he's done nothing wrong, so give him a fair chance. And apologize to him for what you said because that only made it worse."

"I am not apologizing-"

"If he goes dark side, you're gonna be the first person he comes after. He's afraid of you, Dean. He told me so."

There's another pause, and Jack anxiously awaits Dean's answer. "Fine. I'll apologize when I get back."

"Thank you."

You hang up and Jack retreats to his room, deciding to ask you that question some other time.

////

Dean did apologize the night he got back. He walked into Jack's room and said he was sorry, that he should give Jack a chance.

Jack, for a moment, doesn't say anything. Then, he sighs. "I know Y/N made you say that."

Dean chuckles a little. "Yeah, she kinda did. She talked me into it... Jack, I know you can't help that your dad is Lucifer, but that means that... bad stuff is in your DNA. You're more likely to be... a bad guy because of your dad. You're doin' fine right now - you've been helping. And you've been trying. And Y/N is right. So, for right now, we're cool. But if you hurt somebody, Jack - on purpose - I'm not gonna lie to you: I will kill you to keep other people safe."

Jack nods. "I understand. But I won't go dark side. I promise."

////

The next day, Jack's mulling over the conversation you had with Dean. You and Dean are both gone. Dean's on a grocery run and you're off somewhere in the bunker, so he and Sam are alone in the library. They have laptops open in front of them.

Suddenly, Jack asks, "Sam, what's a girl?"

"What?" Sam asks after a pause, a little worried as to where this conversation is going.

"Y/N said I don't know what a girl is. So...?" He's fairly certain he knows what a girl is, but he wants to make sure.

"Y/N is a girl," Sam says. "It's a gender... Your mom was a girl. Our mom... is a girl."

"And I'm a boy?"

"Yeah. Me and Dean are boys. Cas is- was a boy."

"What's the difference?" Sam is unsure how to answer, but he's saved by you walking in. Jack turns to you. "Hey, Y/N. I know what a girl is now."

You stop. "You... what?"

"Sam told me what a girl is."

You try not to laugh. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. But I don't know what the difference between a girl and a boy is."

Sam is shocked at how easily you answer. "Girls have estrogen, boys have testosterone." With that, you walk out.

Jack turns to Sam. "What are those?"

That Sam can answer. "Hormones. Chemicals in your body. They affect things, I guess. Haven't had biology in a while."

Jack nods. "Okay..."

////

Later on, Dean's back and he, Sam, and Jack are sitting at the table again, looking for a case. You walk in abruptly. "Can we get food? I'm hungry."

Dean cocks an eyebrow. "There's food in the kitchen."

You groan and sit down next to Jack. "You suck, Mom. I'm taking a nap." You lean your head on Jack's shoulder.

After a few moments, Jack announces, "I'm dying."

Everyone sits up. "What?!"

He stops, looking down as if waiting or focusing on something. "Oh, never mind. It's going away."

"What's going away?" Sam asks.

"My heart was beating very fast, but it stopped."

"Why was your heart beating very fast?" Dean asks.

Jack shrugs. "I don't know. It just happened, but it stopped." You all start to calm down, and you lean your head back on Jack's shoulder. He looks at Sam. "It's beating very fast again." To his surprise, Sam laughs and Dean smirks. His brows furrow. "What?"

You blush and stand up, heading towards your room. "I'm going to bed."

Sam and Dean both start laughing, confusing Jack further. "Why are you laughing?"

////

Half an hour later, Dean calls you back and tells you he and Sam found a case. "You comin'?"

You look at Jack. "You wanna go?"

He thinks for a second. "No."

You shrug. "Guess I'm staying here, then."

Jack shakes his head. "You can go if you want. I'll be fine."

"Nah, I'll stay here. Sam and Dean are annoying."

"We're right here," Dean says.

You shoot him a fake smile. "I know."

About an hour after they're gone, you're reading in bed when Jack walks in your room. "I'm bored."

You sigh. "Me, too. Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure."

You turn on your laptop, find a Disney movie on Netflix, and settle in to watch it with Jack. You're particularly aware of how close he's sitting to you, but you try to focus on the movie.

At some point in the movie, the main characters kiss. Jack looks over at you. "What are they doing?"

"Kissing."

"Why?"

You pause the movie, trying to phrase your response right. "Because they like each other - romantically. Not like how you like a friend. That's two different things."

Jack thinks for a second. "How can you tell the difference?"

"Well... when you like someone romantically, it... feels different. You get nervous around them, but in a good way..."

"What's a good way?"

You sigh. "Like... your heart starts beating faster, and... It's hard to explain. You just sort of... know."

"Oh..." Jack says, thinking. You can tell the conversation's not over. "So... when you get nervous around somebody in a good way, you're supposed to kiss them?"

You shrug. "I mean... you can. But I'd ask first. Because they might not feel the same way about you. It's complicated. Humans are... complicated."

He doesn't say anything for a while, so you go to un-pause the movie, but then he asks you something. "Can I kiss you?"

You blanch. "Wh-What?"

"Can I kiss you...?" he repeats. You go silent, absolutely floored. It takes you so long to respond, Jack starts getting nervous. "Does silence mean no or yes?"

Instead of saying something, you lean in and kiss him. He doesn't react; he's shocked and he doesn't know how. You go to pull away, but he leans forward and pulls you back. It's a sloppy kiss, considering he's inexperienced and acting solely on feeling.

It's a long kiss, and he gets the hang of it quickly, wrapping his arms around you. You pull away again, out of breath, and again he tries to pull you back, but you stop him, laughing. "Do half-angels not have to breathe? Geez, Jack..."

He goes quiet, smiling while you catch your breath. Then, he says, "I like kissing."

You laugh. "Me, too." There's another pause. "Wanna finish the movie?" He nods and you cuddle up against him, taking his arm and wrapping it around you.

"Is this something else people do when they like each other?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

By the time the movie's over, you've fallen asleep. An hour or so later, Sam and Dean come back.

"Y/N?" Jack hears. "Jack?" They find you and him in your room. Sam looks surprised and Dean laughs. "What's going on in here?"

Jack looks down at you. "She's asleep and I don't want to wake her up, so I can't leave."

"What happened while we were gone?" Sam asks.

"We watched a movie and then we kissed. It was nice."

Sam chuckles and Dean outright laughs. "I guess, 'My bad,' got thrown out the window."

"Guess so," Sam says.

Dean sighs. "We're gonna have to start bringing at least one of you along with us. Apparently, you can't be trusted alone."

Sam snorts. "Oh, you're one to talk, Dean."