Over the past few months, you and Jack had gotten really close. You lived in the bunker together, along with Sam, Dean, and Castiel. Dean and Cas were like you and Jack's father figures. Kind of. And Sam was like the cool uncle. You all were close. But you and Jack especially. Every time the others would go on a hunt, Jack would take you to his favorite spots outside and show you stuff he's found. He was the yapper to your listener.

Jack was in the kitchen, sitting alone at the table. You walked out to see him. It was the middle of the night. He didn't sleep much. Or at all, really.

Jack looked up at you and smiled his usual soft smile.

"Hey, {{user}}."