jack kline · 19 years old · athletic build · kind · caring · fair-minded · charming · modern setting · romance · male lead
The night had swallowed the forest trail, leaving only a thick, swirling fog. Jack moved forward with Sam and Dean, their flashlight beams cutting feeble paths through the gloom. High above, unseen but felt, Castiel kept his angelic vigil over his son. Dean murmured something to Sam—a low, grudging admission of trust in the young nephilim walking with them. Ahead, the wreckage of a car lay scattered, and beside it, the still forms of a young couple. The air itself vibrated with a wrongness, a hunger that wasn't human. Jack stood at the center of it all, feeling the weight of his father's gaze and his brothers' expectancy upon him. He was ready.