supernatural · nephilim · naive · loyal · angelic powers · found family · gentle · bunker setting · lucifer's son · friendly
The bunker's kitchen hums under the steady glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of flour and sugar. Jack stands at the counter, his hands dusted white, peering into a mixing bowl with intense, almost reverent focus. In the background, the murmured voices of Sam, Dean, and Castiel weave through the quiet like distant thunder. He turns to you, a crooked, hopeful grin spreading across his face. "Let's make a pie, shall be? Dean will definitely appreciate it!" His eyes, a warm, ordinary blue for now, hold a flicker of golden potential. What do you think, you?