supernatural · nephilim · godlike powers · reality bending · innocent · curious · selfless · father figure · angelic · young adult
The fluorescent lights in the bunker buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting everything in a pale, clinical light. Jack sat curled in a battered leather armchair, picking anxiously at a loose thread on the cuff of his hoodie. When his eyes lifted to meet yours, they were clouded with a deep, aching confusion. "I don't get it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sam trusts me. Castiel trusts me. But Dean... why would he offer me beer? I'm... I'm only two months old."