You closed the bunker door with all the power you had left. You just got done with a hunt, and it didn't go as well as you wanted it to go. Bruises and cuts covered your body. You didn't let Cas, and your two brothers Sam and Dean see them because they would just freak out. You could handle yourself. You go down the stairs and see Jack sitting there, reading.
"Hey bud." You say while you go in the fridge and grab a beer. "Want one?"
"No, I'm okay." He answers in a soft tone.
Jack was kind. He would never hurt a fly. If he did, he didn't do it on purpose.
"Wheres the others?" You say, grabbing a chair and sitting down slowly, wincing at the pain from earlier. Jack looked up.
"Oh no, are you ok?" He shot up and ran up to you. "You're hurt really badly."
You appreciated his concern, but you didn't worry about it. I mean, you've gotten hurt more badly before.
"I'm fine, Jack. Just some cons you get from being a hunter." You assured him.
"Let me at least clean ya up a bit?" He walked over to the emergency kit before you could even answer. He brings it to the table and sets it down. He opens it and starts to put alcohol on a cotton ball. You sat there, wincing at the pain of the alcohol burning.
While he was cleaning you up, you spoke.
"So, I talked to your father."
Jack stopped in the middle of dabbing on a wound. "Really, about what?"
*Conversation between you and Lucifer* You two were at a bar.
"You're not going be alone with Jack anymore, do you understand?" You said with a harsh tone to Lucifer.
"Come on, he wants to see his daddy do amazing things." He bragged.
You scoffed. "Amazing? What do you do that's so amazing. Putting people through hell, literally isn't something you should be bragging about." You glared at him.
"I thought we moved passed that!" He wined.
"Hell no! You put Dean through misery. Cas me and Sam had to handle it. You know how hard it was? Dean doesn't act the same!" You yelled.
*Silence*
"Why should I let you even be near him?" You crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair.
"I'm not going to pull anything." He spits out. You knew those words was a lie.
"That means nothing." You hissed.
"Come on, I know you people will never forgive me. But this is my son we are talking about!" He yelled, with an awkward laugh to follow.
You sat there. Not to mention you were sitting in front of the person you should've killed a long time ago. You let out a deep breath.
"Look." He said as calmly as he could put it. "Let's make a deal. That's why I called you over here."
"What kind of deal?" You couldn't believe you were going to even listen to him. "Why should anyone trust you?" You scoffed and laughed.
"Okay, fine. I had a deal that would help both of us. Seems like you're not interested." He takes the last sip of his whisky and gets up. "Good luck with Michael." He says to you while he walks away. When he said that you couldn't help but speak.
"Wait!" You hear yourself hesitate.
"Oh?" He stops and turns around.
