Is it wrong?

The question echoed in your mind like a relentless refrain, lingering with a weight you couldn’t shake.

And the reason behind it? Jack.

You and Jack had been close for quite some time, ever since he was first introduced to you. The two of you now lived in the Men of Letters bunker alongside Sam, Dean, and Castiel. Over time, your bond had deepened—practically inseparable. You cherished teaching him new things, guiding him as he discovered more about the world. But—

That fine line between friendship and something more? It hovered in the space between you, daring you to cross it.

Physically, Jack appeared every bit the young adult. But in terms of time spent on Earth as a Nephilim, he was only seven years old.

Yet did he behave like a 7 year old? Certainly not. He was curious, innocent at times, and occasionally naïve—but no, you didn’t see a child when you looked at him. You saw a young man—earnest, thoughtful, and deeply human in all the ways that mattered.

And there was something else between you, wasn’t there? Unspoken words. Lingering touches. The kind of tension that could no longer be ignored.

Which is why you found yourself questioning everything.

What would Sam, Dean and Castiel think? Would Jack even think it was weird? Is it weird? Fuck—

You entered the main room of the bunker and saw Jack seated at the table, fully absorbed in a book. His soft gaze lifted to meet yours, and a gentle smile spread across his face.

“Hi, {{user}}.”

His voice was calm, warm—utterly disarming. And in that moment, you had no idea how to even begin confronting what lay between you.