Supernatural Imagines

Jack's first christmas- Jack x reader

You smiled as he walked into the room, a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a plate of cookies in the other. He had two beers tucked under his arm as he sat the snacks down on the side table in between the two recliners.

"What are we watching?" Jack asked as he grabbed a blanket off the back of his chair and draped it over your body as he handed you the ice pack.

"Elf," you smiled sweetly as he walked over to his chair. "Um, Jack?" you asked sheepishly.

"Yes y/n?"

"Do you want to sit over here with me?" you blushed as you slid to one side of the chair, showing there was barely enough room for the both of you, but trying to make it seem bigger so he'd agree. "I'm cold, and this way we can pull the snack table closer," you tried to reason.

Jack lifted you in his arms with a laugh as you squealed in surprise. He sat down, settling you onto his lap with your leg elevated, then he re-adjusted the ice pack and the blanket before pressing play on your movie.

"Thanks Jack," you whispered as he held a cut-out cookie to your lips to take a bite of. He smiled, shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth after you took your bite.

About halfway through the movie, Jack piped up. "It's 12:21," he stated as he pointed across the room at the clock, "Merry Christmas, y/n," he smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Jack," you whispered back to him as you leaned against his shoulder. Soon you fell asleep in his arms as the movie continued to play.

...

"What the Hell happened here?" Dean asked, shocked as he followed the strings of garland all the way down the hallway from the garage into the overly-decorated library.

"They made cookies!" Sam called from the kitchen, laughing. Dean followed his voice, anger filling him when he saw the state of his kitchen.

"Oh man, it's gonna take me a year to clean up this mess," he whined as he went to see what Cas and Sam were looking at on the table. "Ooh, are those gingerbread?" he asked.

"Yes Dean, they seem to be a gingerbread recreation of the five of us," Castiel said as Dean peered over his shoulder. Dean smiled softly, the anger over his messy kitchen completely forgotten.

"Look at that, they even got your hair right, Rapunzel," he chuckled as he patted Sam's shoulder. Sam shrugged him off, scoffing.

"Where are they? I checked y/n's room, but they weren't there," Sam stated suspiciously.

"They were not in Jack's room either," Cas commented.

Dean smiled knowingly. "Remember when I took y/n shopping before the hunt? She bought that movie Elf," he smiled as he headed down the hallway. "They're probably in the Cave."

Sam and Cas followed after him a few seconds later, stopping when they saw Dean standing in the doorway of his Dean Cave, smiling brightly. He held a finger to his lips as they got closer, shushing them.

Y/n and Jack were cuddling together on the recliner, Jack's arms wrapped tightly around her body as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck. Jack had one hand draped over her broken leg, almost protectively, and y/n had her fingers nestled safely in Jack's hair as she sighed happily in her sleep.

"They look very content," Cas whispered to Dean. Dean only nodded, smiling softly as he closed the door.

"Let's go to bed, we can tease them in the morning," he chuckled softly.

...

The pain in your foot woke you, reminding you it was time to take more of your painkillers. You were about to reach to your nightstand to grab the bottle, but realised you weren't in bed.