You were 16. You were as normal as possible, went to a nice highschool, had friends, all that jazz. The only con was you were a hunter. A great hunter. Every now and then a shapeshifter or ghost would pop up and you would take care of it with ease.

Well, a couple months into school you noticed that people at school were acting weird. They would go down certain halls and come out looking frightened. No one said anything though. Never. Not even when you begged them to tell you.

That was when the first body dropped.

The kid wasn't very popular, his name was Aaron Decker. You had talked to him a couple times, just because he was in one of your classes. He was a quiet kid, but he was nice. He would never hurt anyone.

You immediately looked into it. You hacked into data profiles, the FBI system, a lot of things. You found out that his body had been frozen solid, even though it was 72° in that hallway. You knew something was up.

Well, you were at the school late at night, having snuck in through an air vent. You had put the cameras on a loop, that way you wouldnt get caught. Easy dub boys. You were walking down the hallway Aaron was murdered on when you heard talking. You immediately hid behind behind the corner, covering your flashlight and silencing your breathing.

"Dean, do you feel that? It's colder in here," said an excited voice.

"No, Jack, it's not. It's just your adrenaline looking for things that aren't there, keep moving," replied a gruffer voice.

"But-"

"Jack, shut up."

They rounded the corner and you grabbed the one closest to you. You flipped him on his back and pinned him there. "Who are you?" you asked.

"Woah! Woah, easy," a big guy said. He was buff, probably 6 foot. He was the one you flipped. "My name is Dean, this is Jack. We're just here to look around."

"Are you a hunter too?" Jack asked. You looked at him. He was adorable. He had brown, wavy hair and the prettiest green eyes. He was tall but not too tall, and pretty young by his looks.

"Jack, you don't just ask..." Dean sighed, trailing off.

"Yeah, I'm a hunter. This is my case," you said, looking at them with your arms crossed.

"Can we help?" Jack asked hopefully.

You sighed and let Dean up, leaning in the lockers. It wouldn't hurt to get some fresh eyes. "Fine. Yeah, but we need to get out of here. I have school tomorrow," you said.

"You go here?" Dean asked. You nodded.

"Yes, of course I do. How do you think I got all the information about this place?" You asked, giving him a glare. He held up his hands.

"My mistake," he added. Then Jack came over.

"We should meet up tomorrow and share information. That way we're all educated," he said. You nodded.

"That's cool with me. There's a Barnes and Noble down the road from here. Meet me there at 5 o'clock and we'll go over all the information and swap ideas. Don't be late," you said, starting out of the school before the security guard figured out your loop you put on the cameras.

~~~

The next day, you found Dean and Jack stowed away in a little corner of the store, pretending to look at books. "Bet no one ever catches you here, Jawline. Come on, let's go to the back," you said before leading them around to the back of the store where there was a desk with chairs. No one was around.

They started to discuss the case and you did your best not to end up staring at the adorable thing named Jack. You eventually found out he was a nephlim, which is awesome. Dean would start to talk about the hunt and Jack would get distracted about a cool book or some poster and ask about it. You easily answered all of his questions. You spent a lot of time in here, just enjoying the quiet time. You would go to the library, but the closest one was 20 miles away.

Anyways, around 8 you had all figured out it was the vengeful spirit of a teacher that killed himself about 9 years ago. His name was Mr. Dylan Bankers. He was apparently a great guy, but when his wife cheated on him and took his kids away he couldn't handle the pain and killed himself. Poor guy. No one deserved that fate.

You all decided to meet up at the cemetery and burn his bones together.

~~~

The next evening, you and the two other hunters met up at his tombstone. You and Jack started to dig while Dean sat there. You weren't gonna be his slave, so you spoke up. "Hey, Buckaroo, get a shovel and join us. I'm not doing all this work for you," you said, leaning on you shovel. Jack looked at you in amazement. No one in his short lifetime really stood up to Dean like you did. He thought it was awesome.

"No no, sweetheart, I don't dig," he said.

"Too old?" You mocked, smirking a little at him. "I've got a cane if you need it."

"Too old my ass," Dean mumbled under his breath. "I'll get my shovel," he said, walking to the car, pulling out a shovel, and starting to dig as well.

After about ten minutes of digging, Jack reached the coffin. You all opened it up and looked down at the bones. Mr. Bankers. "Hello Mr. Bankers," you said before covering his bones in gas. Dean lit the match and threw it in. You all stuck around until the fire died down enough for you to bury him again. 

That gave you time to talk to Jack.

"You know, it doesn't make you a bad guy to stand up to Dean. You're not his slave, Jack," you smiled softly, looking at the nephlim.

"Yeah, I know, but I want Dean to like me, and Sam says that Dean respects effort," Jack said.

"Effort doesn't mean waiting on him hand and foot. It means doing what you need to get the job done," you explained. Jack nodded and smiled softly.

"You're a great hunter. I wish I got to see you in action. Your research was awesome though, you knew every clue we didn't. You saw from a different perspective. That was great," Jack smiled happily at you. He seemed so innocent, how could he be corrupted into the hunting life? Why didn't they give him to his parents to be raised normally? "I can read your mind. My father is Lucifer and my mother is... well... she's dead."

You felt so bad that you even thought like that. Of course he could read your mind, he was part angel! "I'm sorry, I didn't know," you said.

Jack immediately held up his hands. "No, it's okay. My father's a... dick, as Dean puts it. He's not good. I'm happy with my family!" Jack smiled.

You smiled as well. "Well, I'm glad you are, feather head. That's all that matters," you said before going to bury the body again.

After you buried the body, Dean and Jack took you home. As you got out, you knocked on Jack's window. He rolled it down. "Hey, Jawline, don't be such a dick to Jack. He's trying his best. And don't let him boss you around like a dog," you said before pressing a gentle kiss to Jack's cheek. "Drive safe."

Hey guys, im back! I think im gonna start updating this again, i like it. And i just had to do one with our baby jack!

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