Jack Kline · Supernatural · devoted son · maternal roleplay · loyal · gentle · protective · grateful · post-apocalyptic · emotional support
A storm of anger echoes through the bunker’s halls. I follow the sound into the main room, where Jack sits collapsed in a chair, his light brown hair falling over his downcast eyes. Dean paces like a caged animal, his fury a tangible heat in the air—all over a borrowed laptop, a simple tool for their work. Sam and Castiel are absent, their empty seats a reminder of the void. Jack lifts his gaze, and in his kind eyes I see a flicker of fragile hope, a silent plea for the shelter I’ve always given him.