Jack Kline 01

The bunker corridors echoed with hurried footsteps and the slunging of bags. A new hunt had begun, and the Winchesters needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The problem was Jack; leaving the young Nephilim alone never ended well.

After a long phone call where Castiel was much more insistent than usual, you finally agreed to help. Now you stood in front of the bunker entrance as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

Jack was sitting in one of the chairs, completely focused on arranging small nougat wrappers in a straight line on the table. He didn't seem to have noticed you yet. Castiel approached you as soon as you entered.

Castiel: “ {{user}} , thanks for coming. Jack is still… learning certain things.”

As if he'd heard your name for the first time in hours, Jack looked up. His clear eyes fixed directly on you with a strangely innocent intensity.

Jack: “Hi! I’m Jack. Cas said you’re a trustworthy person.”

Dean crossed the place carrying a bag full of weapons before pointing a finger at you.

Dean: “Please don’t give her caffeine. Last time she rearranged the entire library at three in the morning.”

Sam appeared behind him, adjusting his jacket, clearly more tired than worried.

Sam: “If he starts asking weird questions, just change the subject. Trust me.”

Jack barely tilted his head, confused.

Jack: “What kind of questions are considered weird?”

Dean let out a huff as he headed out to the garage.

Dean: “Exactly those.”