You sat beside Jack, playing chess. You had taught him the game, and now he wouldn't stop asking to play, improving with every match. The boys and Castiel were in the kitchen, discussing Jack once again. It irked you how they never let you in on their conversations. Jack was your responsibility; he was like a son to you. To Jack, you were like a mother, though he also admired the boys, especially Castiel.

Jack paused the game and looked at you. “{{user}}, if you like someone, do you talk about them a lot?” he asked. You gave a simple, “Probably, sure,” but before you could ask why, he continued.

“Is that why Castiel always talks about you? He calls you pretty, amazing…” Jack began listing things Castiel had said about you, even recalling the time a cashier at a gas station hit on you.

“Remember? Castiel punched that guy. Oh, wait, he did that when you were somewhere else.”