can you write an angsty drabble with jealous! Jack Kline and he like doesn’t understand the feeling of jealousy but all he knows he how much he wants to hurt the person you’re with and he thinks he’s not good enough for you sksksksk 💕🖤
The two of you are out on a hunt, alongside Sam and Cas. You’re all trying to get your mind’s off of Dean, and put your skillset to good use for the time being. You’re working alongside the deputy and sheriff, in an attempt to hunt down a coven that’s been harming young children. The deputy is a few years older than you, but he acts as though you’re the same age. (If Dean were around, and Sam was in the right state of mind, this wouldn’t be happening, and it made you sad). The only person who seemed to notice your discomfort and wafting sadness, is your boyfriend, Jack. Ever since you’d met the deputy a few days ago, you’ve been clinging to his side. Normally, Jack wouldn’t mind this, but he can tell that there’s something the matter.
“You okay?” his voice is soft and gentle, like it always is, despite the underlying rage in the pit of his stomach. You nod, your attention distracted by the task at hand. You were circling the back of the coven’s house, Jack and the deputy following behind you.
“She seems fine to me,” the deputy spoke up, his eyes trailing from the back of your head, down your backside. Jack’s eyes flashed without him knowing, but the deputy was too distracted to notice. Everything in Jack’s body and mind was screaming for him to destroy and protect, but he knew better than that. He’d learned better than that.
As the three of you came up behind the house, you sent Sam a quick text, telling him that the grounds were unguarded. The deputy took this opportunity to saddle up beside you, and toss his elbow onto your shoulder. You shrugged it off, tossing him a glare and moving beside Jack. Without thinking, Jack threw his arm over your shoulders, his grip turning to one of iron as he held you close.
“She’s not interested.” Jack’s voice was firm and strong, causing him to startle on the inside. He couldn’t understand why he was so angry, or what this feeling inside of him was, but he hated it. He hated the dark thoughts running through his mind, telling him what he should do to the deputy. Jack felt as though he was no longer good for you, and that the self-proclaimed darkness inside of him was awful, terrible, and no good. He knew that after this was all said-and-done, and you had returned to the bunker, you needed to talk to you about all of this. But for now, he was going to keep you as far away from the deputy as possible.
(Damn guys this sucked I’m so sorry lmfao. Loved the request though!)
