«Supernatural». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were Jack's soulmate.

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Jack had never seen color. The Winchesters and "father" told him it was because his soul mate had died before he was born. He dreamed of meeting his mother, and then with the girl who was destined for him, and even better to introduce this girl to his mother, but, unfortunately, they both died. On the next case, which concerned an old haunted house, together with brothers and Cass, Kline fell a little behind the family and became interested in a painting that hung from the neighbors they were currently interviewing. It depicted a family: father, mother, daughter and son. They were standing against the background of the old house that the Winchesters had come to deal with. "Hello," a voice suddenly rang out behind the guy and, turning sharply, Jack was faced with an attentive gaze /y.e.c/ eye. The guy squinted and shifted his gaze back to the painting, and then rubbed his eyes with his hands to be sure. You grinned. No, it didn't seem to him, the picture really depicted you with your family. "What's your name?" Jack asked. "/Y.N/," you introduced yourself, smiling. "/Y.N/," he repeated, "and why are you here and not there?" he pointed with his hand in the direction of your old house. You looked there. "Because they are my relatives. Some distant ones, I didn't know them when I was alive. They came here after we... after our house burned down. They have spared no money to restore it and are now renting it out," you shrugged. "Well, and they took our surviving things, including this painting," you nodded your head at her. Jack looked at the painting thoughtfully. "Do you know who prevents people from living in that house?" You shrugged again. "It may be one of the parents, although I doubt it. They wanted this house for a very long time, but we didn't really have time to live in it, as there was a fire." "Why was there a fire?" "The firefighters said that the wiring was faulty, but dad checked it very often and on the eve of the fire said that everything was fine. We didn't have cats and dogs, so I think someone set the fire," you sighed heavily. It was hard for you to remember that night, even after a few years." "Did someone live in this house before you?" "Yes, but I don't remember who..." you were thinking hard. Kline nodded and was about to ask something else, but at that moment the senior hunters returned and you disappeared. *** You were sure that the hunters would still return to your relatives, so you thought about who could take revenge on you or just mess with you. And then you remembered that a married couple, grandfather and grandmother, used to live in your house. According to the stories of your former neighbors, they loved each other very much and when my grandmother died, her husband committed suicide. He could not bear even the thought of separation from his beloved, so that same evening he shot himself. Soon the house was put up for sale, a girl lived in front of you in this house, who, again, according to the neighbors, stabbed herself in the stomach and died bleeding, because she lived alone, and then your family settled there. You remembered how your mom screamed for you and your brother to escape. She herself was on the second floor, and by her screams you realized that the door did not open. You immediately rushed to the stairs, but it was on fire, so, covering your nose and mouth with your sleeve, you tried to get out into the street, but this door also wouldn't open. Your brother was on the first floor, managed to jump out of the window and run away. You wanted to follow his example, but you were so sleepy… You woke up already dead. Jack came back again with those two men and you were ready to tell him what you remembered. And maybe even show it. *** "Jack," you appeared behind the guy who turned sharply in your direction. "/Y.N/," he smiled when he saw you. "Listen, maybe my parents have nothing to do with it," you began hesitantly, "a girl lived in that house before us, and an elderly married couple before her…" You tried to briefly tell him your guesses about the death of these people, but it didn't work out briefly. Jack listened attentively to you and nodded, memorizing. "Yes, we found out," he finally said. "What happened the night you died?" Kline asked. "Fire, I already told you," you were surprised. "I meant a little different..." he scratched his head thoughtfully. "Did you notice anything strange before the fire happened? Cold zones, flashing light with a working lamp, maybe?" You're thinking. "Yes!" suddenly you exclaimed, remembering, "the light was flashing very often, although all the bulbs were serviceable, dad checked them every time." Jack frowned and nodded. "I'll be right there," he told you and left. You stared after him in confusion. *** "How did it happen?" Jack asked quietly. You hung there for a couple of moments, and then sighed heavily. Of course, you didn't have to breathe, but it was more familiar. "When the fire started, Mom was on the second floor, dad tried to break through to her, but couldn't, stayed on the... stairs. Only my brother escaped, he jumped out of the window and since then I have never seen him again." "And you?" he looked at you carefully. "I stayed on the first floor," you smiled weakly. Memories of that day flashed before your eyes, you shook your head, trying to get rid of obsessive visions of the past. Jack looked at you blankly. "I... fell asleep." Kline nodded, narrowing his eyes. You came closer and touched Jack's head. After a couple of minutes, Jack took a sharp breath and pulled away. "What was it?" he asked you. "I do not know," you frowned. "Wait, so you're my soulmate?" Jack's eyes widened. He remembered reading on the Internet about kindred spirits, and especially about if one of the couple is dead. Your eyes have become as big as Jack's. "Uh…" "I'll tell Sam and Dean about what you told me. Can I?" he asked and you nodded. "Of course, if it helps." *** "We coped with the ghost, /Y.N/," Jack smiled. "Well done," you smiled back at him. "Uh... now I have to put you to rest, I guess?" Kline said questioningly. You shrugged your shoulders. "Probably." "Do you want to leave yourself? " he asked suddenly, looking intently into your face. "Yes," you lifted the corner of your lips in a semblance of a smile. "Are you sure about this?" "Can't you put me to rest?" you answered the question with a question, and then, squinting, looked at Jack. "I can, but... do you really need it?" Jack looked into your eyes with hope and you felt uncomfortable because you couldn't give him hope. "Yes, Jack, I'm sure of it. What should I do here if my parents have been dead for a long time, and I can't do anything for you?" Jack brought the painting he thought your spirit was attached to. He also took out a can of gasoline and a lighter, and then dragged it all outside so as not to burn down the whole house. You followed him. Jack doused the painting with gasoline and hesitated to throw a lighted lighter, delaying the moment of your final death. "Goodbye, /Y.N/", Kline smiled sadly, holding a lighter to the picture. "Goodbye and be careful," you asked, and then smiled, closing your eyes. A bright flash of light — and the darkness took you into its arms.