13.01 coda (ft. deancas feelings)
“Can you tell me about my mother?” Jack asks them, right before taking a drink from his beer bottle. Drinking at age sixteen is one thing, but starting to drink when you’re barely three days old is another. Then again, it’s not like Jack’s going to drink himself to death if getting stuck with an angel blade didn’t leave a mark.
“She was a good woman,” Sam begins. “She wanted the best for you, and whatever she did, it was to protect you. She went off the map just to keep you safe.”
Dean nods, remembering Kelly’s determination to keep Jack alive. “Sam and I didn’t know her before she got knocked up with you, but she really cared about you. Hell, she gave up her own life to give you one.” Dean shrugs, pushing away his empty bottle to grab another from the pack. He opens it, purposely avoiding Sam’s eyes. “If that’s not love, then I don’t know what is.” Jack nods slowly, seeming to take the words to heart.
“And Castiel?” Jack asks next, lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “What was he like?”
Dean’s throat closes up.