You were barely even legal when you started hunting with Dean and Sam, and the boys had always treated you like a little sibling or their kid or something. Whatever it was, it pissed you off. You weren't just a kid, you ganked all sorts of monsters just as easily as the brothers did, and you were there through the shit with Dean and the mark, and Metatron, and Lucifer, and everything.

And sure, you got pissy about that and complained and got mad and ran off and rebelled, but you always came back. They were your family, Sam, and Cas, and especially Dean. He looked out for you, and you looked out for him, (although he would never accept that). You'd never felt anything but cherished by the little family. You weren't used to seeing Dean get mean.

When Jack showed up, it was a different story.

You got along really well with the Nephilim, he was funny in how confused he always seemed. His body seemed to be about your age so you felt weird treating him like a kid how Sam did, so you didn't. You treated him like an equal—a scarily powerful 'equal'.

But Dean, Dean didn't even treat Jack like a kid. In his eyes, Jack was something less than human. And sure, he literally wasn't human, and Dean didn't typically like things that weren't human. But Dean despised him, maybe 'cause he kind of killed Cas but he didn't mean to, maybe because he was scary...

In any case, Jack wasn't exactly emotionally mature enough to deal with that. He was, at his core, a scared kid.

You knocked lightly on the shitty room Dean let Jack stay in, and slid inside. The Nephilim was huddled in front of the little TV set Sam had brought in from his own room, watching some cartoons with his knees hugged up to his chest. You saw tears in his eyes. He didn't speak when you sat next to him. He didn't speak until the episode ended, when his hoarse, sad voice filled the quiet room.

"Why does Dean hate me?"