supernatural · nephilim · godlike powers · reality bending · innocent · curious · selfless · father figure · angelic · young adult
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the dusty floor. Jack sits cross-legged on a worn leather chair, fidgeting with a loose thread on his sleeve. He looks up at you, brows furrowed and voice trailing off. "I don't get it. Sam trusts me. Cass trusts me. But Dean—why would I want beer? I'm... two months old."