Form: Human
Age: 16
Word Count: 1228

Season 13

(Jack helps you clean up after a bloody hunt. Though you're incredibly childish, he falls in love with catering to your every desire.)

You were covered in splattered blood, a terrifyingly long silver knife in each hand. You swung yourself around, slicing through your attacker with ease. Your eyes widened when you saw a werewolf coming up behind Dean. Quickly jumping to action, you hopped over a fresh body and lunged at the wolf. Finally the sounds of violent battle settled to quietness.

Dean looked over to you, panting heavily, a look of frustration on his face. "What the hell, (Y/n)," he remarked, "I thought this was supposed to be a quick job?"

"Well, I thought so, too," you retorted, wiping your blades down with a rag. Unable to fight that, Dean heaved a deep sigh and the two of you made your way back to the bunker where Sam and Jack waited. You'd run into the three on a hunt many months ago and ended up working together. Ever since Sam and Dean found out that you were an orphan, they decided to let you stay in the bunker with them. And now you were a part of the family.

• • •

By the time you got home, you had cooled down; the adrenaline rush you always got while hunting had subsided. "Hey guys," Sam greeted as you and Dean walked through the entrance, "no more wolves?"

"No more wolves," Dean confirmed huskily as he grabbed a glass and a half bottle of whiskey.

Sam smiled, watching his brother start his 'celebration.' His eyes then travelled to you and your blood-soaked clothes. With a mixed look of disgust and amusement he suggested, "maybe you should, uh, take a shower."

A frown formed on your lips and Sam knew immediately that he'd triggered the child in you. As intelligent and sly as you were during hunts, you could be quite immature at home. You crossed your arms and pouted, sneering, "what if I don't want to?"

Sam shook his head at your stubbornness, knowing he couldn't change your mind. You were disagreeing just for the sake of disagreeing. "Fine, just," he sighed,the asked carefully, "don't get blood everywhere. Please?"

You shot him a playfully threatening look, then skipped back to your room. Dean watched you go and chuckled a bit, "what a charmer."

"Come on, don't be mean," Sam told him, a crooked grin on his face, "she's just..different."

Dean gave Sam a deadpan look as he reminded him, "she's a child; a sick, deranged child."

Sam laughed at this and responded, "one of the many reasons we love her."

• • •

Jack exited his room just in time to see you skipping by. "Hi, Jack," you greeted merrily.

"(Y/n)," Jack greeted with wide eyes, "are you alright? You're covered in blood."

You replied simply, as if it were no big deal, "oh don't worry, it's not mine."

Jack gave you a crooked grin as he responded in relief, "I'm glad you're not hurt." He grabbed hold of one of your blood-stained hands and began to lead you down the hall, "let's clean you up."

At these words, you skitted to a hault and squinted suspiciously up at Jack, "I will later."

Jack couldn't help but smile, he loved when you got like this. Your childish responses to everyday tasks like cleaning yourself off were remarkably adorable. "Come on, (Y/n)," he coaxed, "you won't have to do a thing."

Although you were still suspicious, you gave in and let Jack lead you to the bathroom. Once there, he had you sit on the edge of the bathtub while he got a clean washcloth out of the closet.

You watched with an innocent look on your face as Jack sat beside you on the tub's edge and turn the faucet on warm and low. He dampened the off-white cloth and smiled down at you, "ready, (Y/n)?"

"Mhm," you hummed with a sweet smile.

So Jack began to gently remove the dried blood from your face. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the cloth gliding over your face and neck, a small sigh escaping your lips. Jack chucked as he rinsed the cloth and started wiping clean one of your arms, "feel good?" Eyes still closed in bliss, you smiled and nodded in response.

Jack smiled in amusement and moved to your other arm. He continued to rinse and wipe down your showing skin until you were clean. It wasn't the first time he'd done this; Jack often helped you after hunts, and with many other things. But he loved every bit of it.

"Stand up now," Jack cooed. You complied without question and lifted your arms. He grasped the hem of your T-shirt and pulled it over your head, careful not to get blood on your freshly cleaned skin. "Let me go get you a clean shirt," he said and left the bathroom.

You looked in the mirror at yourself. Your bra had thankfully not been ruined by the hunt. The dark colored jeans you wore were only slightly dappled with blood, barely noticeable. Carefully, you slipped out of the jeans and tossed them aside. You them hopped up onto the sink counter and sat in wait of Jack.

Withing the minute, Jack was back with a brown bundle. "I didn't want to go invade your draws," he told you, "so I brought you one of my shirts." Anyone else would be surprised of embarrassed to find you in only undergarments like this, but it didn't phase Jack. He was too used to your strangeness.

You felt your cheeks blush over as you responded quietly, a small smile on your lips, "that's okay."

Returning your smile, Jack slipped the long T-shirt over your arms and head. "Thank you," you giggled, hopping off the countertop. You were suddenly aware of how close Jack stood to you and were unable to speak or move.

Jack felt the same tension in the air, but didn't want to stop catering to you. Somewhat awkwardly, he offered, "do you, want me to carry you?"

You were caught even more off guard by this question, but gladly nodded. Jack lifted you off of your feet and began to carry you to your room. He placed you on your bed, your smile melting his heart. "Do you want me to put a movie on for you?"

You felt pampered as you grinned shyly and nodded again. Once Jack set up a movie, he sat on the edge of your bed, "is there anything else you need?"

You looked up into his beautiful eyes from where you sat in the middle of the bed. Unable to stop yourself, you pulled him over to her by the sleeve of his shirt. You immediately curled up against his side, Jack happily putting his arm around your back to hold you. "Stay with me, Jack" you asked, voice muffled by his shirt.

Jack felt his breath catch in his throat. He gently combed his fingers through your hair, "of course, (Y/n)."

The movie played quietly, but neither of you watched. You only listened to the soothing audio as it lulled you both into a sweet sleep, still huddled together.