DEAR JACK,
Do you wonder why Dean doesn't believe in you?
Even I wonder if I should too.
Maybe I misunderstood what you are,
Or if he had been right all along.
Now I'm stuck to sit and wonder if you belong.

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THE WINCHESTER'S HAD DECIDED TO STOP AT A MOTEL ON THEIR TRIP BACK TO LEBANON, KANSAS. It had been nicer than some places that they had stayed but still had that smell that had them scrunch up their noses as they made their way through the halls. Dean didn't care where they stayed, as long as everyone accepted that they were only getting one room for the four of them.

Coming up to their door, Dean could see Sam and Rose exchanging a look that had him point the key towards them. "We're not getting another room." Pushing open the door, he pointed inside, instructing them all to get in. Double checking the halls in case they had been followed, the emptiness and silence had been comforting enough to head in himself.

Sam had given instruction to ward the room, eat then sleep before they could head out early in the morning. Just exhausted from the long two days they had gone through, Rose slipped off her jacket, holding back on her groans as her body had ached. "Take the bed," Sam said as he passed her. "I can take the floor for the night."

Tossing her jacket across a chair, she sat down with a frown, "I'm not that tired."

Sam's shoulders had slacked in disappointment as he looked her over. Between the busted lip and cuts across her face, nothing had compared to the exhaustion in her eyes. Not only had they not gotten a chance to sit and eat, he was certain it's been a while since they had gotten to get some shut eye. "Well, I'm probably gonna go grab the food, so if you wanted to..."

"I'm getting food," Dean called out. "Why don't you stay and keep an eye on things."

"Are you sure?"

Giving a firm nod, Dean headed towards the door. He hadn't said it out loud, but all of them had known that he did not trust Jack alone. "Yeah. Need some time to think anyways." Digging into a bag, he soon felt the can of spray paint, tossing it right towards Rose. "In the mean time, get to work." Without another word, Dean headed out, making sure to slam the door behind him.

Giving a slight shake of his head, Sam took the can from Rose, "You guys just relax. I can put the wardings up." Trading for the tv remote, he had hoped that some relaxation was all any of them had needed. Though he had been playing everything off as calmly as he could, he still had his moments but everyone around him had mattered most to him. His time to grieve their losses had seemed irrelevant when others were much more important in his eyes. Just seeing that both Jack and Rose had felt comfortable making their way over to the bed for some late night tv, Sam had felt the slightest bit better. All he had to prepare for was Dean coming home and putting a stop to it all.

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IT WAS GROWING LATE when Dean had arrived back with the food for the bunch. They had all gathered around the small coffee table and were ready to chow down to get to some good rest. New to this world, Jack had looked to someone for guidance on how to act— that being Dean Winchester. There wasn't too many options to choose from, but Dean had seemed headstrong. He knew what he had wanted and would act for himself and that's exactly how he needed to be as he told his mother he would.

Following his every action, Jack chowed down as quickly as he could on the burger in hand. Something about it had seemed strange-- enjoying something too much. With another large bite, he glanced around at the strange looks from Sam and Rose that we're eating their burgers at a much slower pace. He wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or keep going.

Dean had came to that final determination as he let a look of disgust wash over his face. "You can slow down. That stuffs not gonna disappear," he grumbled before taking a giant bite out of his own burger.

"Ever seen you eat, Dean?" Sam teased. Ignoring his comment, Dean grabbed his beer off the table, popping the top right off and taking a sip. Jack had watched carefully on what to do before he went to mimic his actions.

As Jacks lips began to grow closer to the tip of the bottle, a hand had flew right between them to put a stop to the mimicking. Staring down at him with his eyebrows knitted together and his lips tightly pressed together in annoyance, Dean immediately put an end to Jacks movements, "Wait, wait, wait. How old do you think you are?"

"Uh, three days, seventeen hours, and forty two minutes," Jack said, getting both Rose and Sam to smile at one another in amusement.

"He looks old enough and even if he wasn't... How old were you when you had your first beer?" Rose questioned, awaiting a response from Dean. Staring up at the ceiling, he began to tick away at his fingers for an answer. Coming to a conclusion, a scoff escaped his lips as his only response.

Jack had felt no place in a conversation that wasn't much help to him. Frankly, it only confused him more. His interest in the Bible had been his main concern. There had seemed to be answers to his family in it, but he wasn't sure how accurate it could all be.

Picking up the Bible, Jack stared down at it in wonder, gently gliding his hand over the cover. "This book... It mentions my father. Not Castiel, but Lucifer."

"Oh, yeah. He's big in the Bible," Dean stated "He's not really an easy guy to know. He's, um, kind of rough around the edges," Sam said quietly.

"He's bad," Jack said more to himself than the three. Shame had washed over him. It was exactly why Dean had hated him so much and why Rose was so hurt to hear him compare her to his father when he had meant Castiel.

"Yeah, he turned on his father-- God. And God created everything. Then he skipped out and left us with his messes... Like Lucifer," Dean continued on. It hadn't helped that he had hated Lucifer with such a passion, but having God on Jack's family tree as well-- that was what really pushed him to give Jack a disgusted look.

"So, God, he's like my grandfather? He's family... and that's good?" Jack asked.

"Well, sometimes. Gods sort of a character, you don't really know what you're gonna get from him, if you get anything," Rose said gently. Hearing even half a compliment about Chuck had Dean kick his feet up onto the table with a loud thud and a roll of the eye that was not kept much of a secret. Jack had taken note of his actions and was quick to do the same until Dean sat up in anger, "Okay, all right, will you stop?"

Putting his feet back down on the floor, Jack looked down in shame causing Dean to feel guilty for a brief moment.

"Can you copy someone your own age? Act like Rose," Dean grumbled, lazily motioning in her direction. Quickly glancing over to her, Jack gave a quick nod and pulled his feet off the table but remained leaned back in his seat.

"Don't want him acting like an old man anyways," Rose shot at Dean with a smile, "And I'm not his age. Not three days old."

Rolling his eyes, Dean whipped his crumpled up burger wrapper towards Rose, letting it smack her in the face. Hearing laughter come in the direction of Jack, Rose pulled her hand back with the wrapper held tight to toss his way until a hand wrapped around her wrist. Taking the garbage out of her grip, Sam wanted to get back to more important matters than what looked to be the beginning of a garbage fight.

"So, Jack, we know Kelly taught you things before you were born. And obviously, you can, you know, make people or things move with your mind. But, um... What else can you do? For instance, say you wanted to... to be somewhere else right now. Could you? Can you teleport?"

"Teleport," Jack repeated in wonder.

"Lets just say you wanted to be on the other side of that door, what would you do?" Rose asked hopefully. Smiling proudly, Jack stood up and walked towards the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the hallway and shut the door behind him. Standing outside the room, he smiled to himself, thinking that he had finally done something that all three of them would be proud of. Either way, he would be happy enough with Sam and Rose feeling that way.

Looking over to Sam and Dean, Rose tried to fight back a laugh. Standing up, she made her way over to the door and yanked it open the second Jack knocked.

"Welcome back," she said with a grin, motioning for Jack to come back into the room. When she had flashed him a thumbs up, Jack returned one, not even questioning if it was the right thing to do. If she had done it, it was okay.

"Did I do good?" he asked hopefully as they walked back over to the couch together. Patting his back reassuringly, Rose nodded, "Amazing job." There was no part of her that could make him feel terrible for completely missing the point of teleportation, his effort was more than enough.

"All right, I say bed time," Sam said, standing up with a large stretch. Throwing herself down on the couch where Dean once sat, Rose spread out, resting her legs onto Jacks lap. Unsure what to do, but knowing he was comfortable, he laid his hands on her legs and stared up at Sam, "We're not tired."

"Yeah, I could watch some TV right now," Rose mumbled in agreement.

Scoffing, Dean threw his hands into the air in frustration, "Great. Now we have two stubborn kids." Turning to his younger brother, he pointed a finger in his direction, "This is on you."

Before anyone could get out a sarcastic remark or begin another battle of what they should do, the sounds of floorboards creaking outside the motel room door caused Sam and Dean to draw their guns and quietly make their way towards the doors.

Since Jack had been born, it was as if all had to constantly be on their toes more than usual. Anyone finding Jack was not an option. His power was too much to contain and losing someone like him could destroy the world.

Pressing his finger to his lips, Dean had began to slowly reach for the handle. Sitting up straight, Rose smacked Jack on the back to follow her when Dean flung the door open and dragging the lurker into the room and straight to the floor.

Guns drawn, all four stared down at the old man on the floor before letting out a collective sigh of annoyance. An all too familiar face was wide eyed and fearful as he looked around at those standing above him. Still breathing heavily, Donatello had managed to get out a question that he had prayed the answer to only be No. "Is God with you?"