Sam, Dean, and Cas were out for a hunt. Jack had been left behind at the bunker with the task of getting groceries.

He was wandering around the store, brows pinched as he read the shopping list. He had the basics in the basket (eggs, milk, bread, etc.). But he couldn't find the pizza Dean liked. The oldest Winchester was very particular about the brand, and Jack didn't want to mess up.

Looking incredibly lost, Jack spotted you at the counter. He sort of knew you through Sam, and you knew they hunted the supernatural. So he could trust you, right?

"Excuse me," he said plainly. "I'm looking for a very specific brand of pizza."