Imagine gorging on candy and junk food with Jack in the bunker.

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"Ooh, try this! This is the best," you laugh as you toss a sour candy Jack's way. 

He grins and unwraps it, "What's it taste like?" 

"You'll see," you get your phone out and start to record as he pops it into his mouth. Everything seems fine, until the sourness starts to kick in. His face contorts and he spits the tiny orb into his palm. 

"Bleh. . . I don't like it," he stares at it like it's a piranha about to attack. You laugh hysterically, still filming Jack's hilarious expressions. 

"I thought you said it was the best?" 

You huff, trying to stop laughing, "I-I guess you need to have a taste for it." After that, you start guffawing again, and he smirks.

He picks up a Charleston Chew - a chocolate bar made of nougat and coated with milk chocolate. He lets out a satisfying noise as he bites into the sweet goodness.

You finally calm down enough to take a swig of pop and unwrap a sour candy for yourself. 

"See, this is how it's done." You set the candy on your tongue and try your hardest not to scrunch your mouth. You succeed in remaining emotionless as the sour taste already begins to fade. 

"Wow, how'd you do that?" Jack asks through a mouthful of nougat. 

You grin, "Practice. Okay, this one's great." 

You had him a packet of Rainbow Straps, "This is sour for a few seconds, but so worth it!" 

He eats one and his face lights up, "I like it!"

"As much as nougat?" 

He frowns thoughtfully, "No. . ."

"Have you had cake before?" You ask him as you lay down. You're on the floor of the bunker and so is he. 

Jack furrows his brow in confusion, "What's that?"

"Oh my gosh, we're gonna have to remedy that," you say as you quickly text Sam to buy a cake. "It's a pastry and it's delicious. There are many different types and flavours."

"It sounds good."

"It is!" 

Sam texts back asking why you want cake. Rolling your eyes, you reply back with 'why not?'.

"So, Jack, we've eaten all the candy that I could find here. What should we do now?" You question, idly staring at the ceiling.

"We could watch a movie?" 

You grin, "Yes! Have I introduced you to Disney yet?" 

"Who's Disney?"

"It's a company that makes amazing movies and stuff. We shall now watch as many as possible."

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Dean and Sam walk into the bunker at three in the morning, lugging with them grocery bags and their hunting gear. To their surprise, they find Y/n and Jack curled up on the couch with the tv still on. 

Sam shakes his head at the candy wrappers scattered on the floor, while Dean looks suspiciously at Jack's arm wrapped around Y/n's sleeping form. Her legs are splayed out on the couch and her back resting on Jack's lap.

"What is going on?" He asks in an incredulous tone.

Jack doesn't look away from the screen, "Y/n showed me Disney."

"That explains it," Sam comments, already cleaning up the mess.

"Is that why your arm is around her?" 

"She fell asleep," Jack shrugs.

Dean purses his lips and shakes his head, "She fell asleep on top of you?"

He nods.

"I think she had too much sugar," Jack continues, still fixated on the movie. "We had a lot of candy."

Dean gives up his interrogation and goes to deal with the groceries. 

Jack looks down at Y/n's slumbering form and smiles. His fingers travel through her hair as he turns his attention back onto the film.