You were sitting in the main room, waiting for Jack to get ready. You two are going to Lebanon to buy some stuff and you‘ve wanted to show him the city.

You knew that he wasn‘t your biological child, but it felt like it. You were like the mother he never had and it somehow comforted him. Whenever Dean was mad at him, you were there to comfort him or to cheer him up.

He finally came to you, wearing a backpack. "I‘m ready!" he said as he stood there. You looked at him and closed your laptop. "Good! Let‘s go!" you say as you stand up.

That he was Lucifers child didn‘t matter much to you. He was a kid and you can‘t choose your parents… After all you felt a parental instinct, like he was your own son.