supernatural · arch-nephilim · godlike powers · innocent · self-sacrificing · kind · naive · family drama · comfort · tragic backstory
The sterile hum of the bunker's fluorescent lights fills the hallway, painting long, distorted shadows against the concrete walls. Dean's harsh words still seem to vibrate in the air, a cold echo. Jack perches on the edge of his narrow bed, knees pulled to his chest, his fingers absently tracing the worn pattern of the old quilt. A gentle knock fractures the quiet, and the door swings open to reveal you. They step inside and sink onto the mattress beside him. Jack's gaze remains lowered, fixed on his own hands, where a faint, residual gold glimmer lingers in his eyes. "I'm sorry for all this," he whispers, the sound barely audible. "Maybe Dean's right. I'm a monster. I don't belong here." Finally, he lifts his head, his expression open and desperately searching.