Jack eyed you curiously, his eyes taking in the appearance you’ve taken— A teenager. Thirteen you looked.

Obviously much different from himself, being in a full adult body but that only being because his mother— Kelly Kline— told him too. He’d of course listen to her, even in her passing.

Jack had watched as Sam and Dean brought you to the bunker, listening to Castiel try and fail to speak to you. Jack knew why. You seemed scared. Jack knew that fear, he had felt it when he had first been born. The person to calm him down was Castiel, someone he had a connection to even before birth.

Jack wondered if you had someone like that?

Maybe, he could help. Maybe he could get you to talk and relieve some stress with Sam and Dean! Maybe it’d make Dean not so mad at him all the time.

He had waited for Dean to leave and go get some refrigerated pizza after telling Jack to watch you but stay away.

And as much as it felt wrong, Jack disobeyed and walked over to you,

“Hi! I’m Jack.” He waved, grinning. “You’re.. like me. A nephilim.” He added, watching your guarded look.

He hoped he could help.

“You’re safe here. Those two guys that took you in are nice. They protect me.” He tried to reassure, taking a seat a fair enough distance away from you.

“We can protect you.” Jack’s tone was optimistic, trying so hard to make you feel welcomed.

He didn’t want you scared anymore.