Jack feels very self-conscious, what with being the devil’s son & all…
Dean has yet to accept him & Sam seems to think he’s nothing more than an “interdimensional can opener.”
But Y/N? She makes every effort to make him feel comfortable & cared for. She’ll coax him through nightmares & hold him until he’s sleeping soundly. Her embrace has become his sanctuary, safe from Dean’s judgments, Sam’s expectations, & his own self-doubt.
Jack is dependent on Y/N for a sense of normalcy…a sense of belonging. He craves her affection: the feeling of her fingers entwined with his, the warmth of her gaze, & her ever-soothing hugs…
There are no words to express how much Jack cherishes the way Y/N looks at him. There’s never the slightest trace of fear in her eyes – only genuine tenderness.
Dean & Sam are out on a local hunt, so Jack & Y/N have the bunker to themselves. They’re cuddled on the couch, Y/N’s head in Jack’s lap. Jack glides his knuckles down Y/N’s cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin. He watches in awe as her lips curve into a sleepy smile & she nuzzles her face against his open palm.
“You’re really soft…” Jack says.
“Thank you.” Y/N giggles. “Your hands are really warm.”
Jack beams at the compliment, his lips broadening into a proud grin. “So…it’s okay that I touch your face?”
“Mhmm.” Y/N says without hesitation. “I trust you.”
“You do?”
Y/N nods through a long yawn.
“You can close your eyes.” Jack says, noticing her tiredness.
“You sure? You’re not uncomfortable?”
“I don’t think I could be more comfortable.” Jack says innocently as he tucks a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear.
With that, Y/N lets her eyes flutter closed, & Jack strokes her forehead in a delicate caress.
An hour passes & Jack’s in the exact same position, staring lovingly at Y/N’s sleeping form in his lap. He notices her shiver, but there are no blankets in sight…
Unsure of what else to do, Jack slides his arms under Y/N’s body & pulls her against his chest. He cradles her head against his shoulder so that her forehead rests in the crook of his neck. Y/N sighs in her sleep at the warmth of Jack’s skin & the gentleness of his embrace.
“I will always take care of you…” Jack whispers in Y/N’s ear as he rocks her back & forth. “…like you take care of me.”
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