Parasite》Supernatural

Seven

I'm really tired right now but it's weird seeing Jack eating a burger. He's like inhaling each bite. Reminds me of Venom during Thanksgiving a few years ago. He literally used his tongue to suck the turkey into my mouth before he chomped it all in one go.

That turkey was delicious and you know it.

Yeah, but you could have saved some for the others.

Nah, they don't deserve it.

And you do?

Of course, I'm a delight.

We looked at Jack taking another huge bite from his burger while Sam was spraying some wards around the room. Dean was giving Jack a weird look as he took, yet again, another big bite.

"You can slow down, you know," Dean told him. "That's stuff's not gonna disappear unless Venom starts looking at it." Dean looked at me. "He's not starving, is he?"

I shook my head. "No, he's good. We actually ate while you guys were sleeping."

"Good, because I do not want to see him chomp down ten cheeseburgers in one bite."

Sam raised his brow at Dean as he sat next to me. "Ever seen you eat, Dean?"

Dean looked at Sam and me right when he took a big bite. I let out a snort as he shrugged his shoulders and opens his beer. Jack looked at Dean before he started to copy his moves. He dropped the beer cap on the table just like Dean before he was about to take a sip.

Dean held his arm out to stop Jack. "Wait, wait, wait. How old do you think you are?"

"Three days, seventeen hours, and forty-two minutes," Jack answered. I couldn't help but smile at his innocence.

Dean looked at Sam and me before shrugging again. He started to chug his beer while Jack looked at him and copied him. I looked at Sam in amusement before I grabbed a beer bottle and opened it. Sure, Dean questions Jack's age and here I am only 19.

That's because I won't let you get drunk. And you give me chocolate when you are near wasted.

Dean wiped his mouth with his sleeve and Jack did the same thing. I took a swing of my beer but still chuckled when they put their beers on the table. Dean wiped his hands over the food and Jack did the same. Dean started to notice Jack copying him and rolled his eyes.

"Don't be rude," I mouthed to Dean. Dean rolled his eyes at me. I gave him a look before I send a tendril his way and took the rest of his burger from him.

"Hey, I thought you said you ate," he said.

I smirked at him. "You don't need to gain the pounds, old man."

Dean gave me a ridiculous look but he ended up lifting part of his shirt to see if he was getting a gut. Dean wasn't getting fat. I just love messing him with it just like how he plays Metallica to mess with me and Venom.

Or he gets pots and pans and starts banging on them.

Jack pointed at the bible. "This book, it mentions my father. Not Castiel, but Lucifer."

Lucifer that fucking dick.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, he's - he's big in the Bible. Lotta screen time," Dean said.

"And you...knew him?"

"Well, he's not really an easy guy to know," Sam started. "He's, um, he's kind of rough around the edges."

Venom's head popped out of my shoulder. "Your Pops is a major dick," he said. "He's the most annoying person I've ever met. I wish I could bite his head off and play volleyball with it." Then he used his arm to take the half eaten burger from me. "Now give me that."

Venom swallowed the burger. He had a happy grin on his face before he hid back into my shoulder.

"What the guys are trying to say is...he's Satan," I said.

"And that's...that's bad," Jack concluded but it sounded more like a question.

"Damn straight," Dean said and went further. "See...he turned on his father, God."

"God. He's in here, too. Is he famous or something?"

"Yeah," Sam started. "Um, God basically...created everything."

"Yeah, and then he skipped out, leaving guys like us to clean up his messes like Lucifer," Dean added.

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

"Sometimes." Dean grabbed his beer and leaned back on the couch. Jack looked at him and grabbed his beer and did the same. "Ok, all right, will you stop?"

Ok, that's really rude. I get that Jack is new to this world and doesn't understand how things work so, of course, he's going to look at Dean for guidance.

A terrible choice, but that's on him.

"So, Jack, we know Kelly taught you things before you were born," Sam began. "And obviously, you can, you know, make people or things move with your mind. But, um...what else can you do?"

Jack thought about it. "I...don't know." He's only three days old so it makes sense that he's not gonna know what he's capable to do.

"What do you think you can do?" I asked. Maybe he can do things like both angels and demons. "Like if you wanted to teleport -"

"Teleport?"

I looked at Sam for help. "What if you want to be someplace else right now. Could you?" he asked. Jack was more confused.

I waved my hands around. "If you wanted to..." I pointed to the door. "If you wanted to be on the other side of that door right this instant, would you be able to do it?"

Jack looked at me before looking at the door. He suddenly got up and started running towards it. He unlocks it before he lets himself out.

Idiot.

He's not an idiot.

"Great," Dean mumbles before to continued drinking his beer. Sam and I looked at each other until the door knocked.

"You know, it's possible he's more human than we thought," Sam said. He is more human than we thought. If he really wanted to kill us then he would have done it already and brought Lucifer back.

I went over and opened the door for Jack. He had that adorable smile on his face as he walked in.

"Like that?" he asked all happily.

Dean gave him another annoyed look. "Come on. You're trying to tell me you didn't pick up anything before you were born? That your father never reached out to you?" Then Jack closed his eyes as started to think.

He's not answering right away, I don't like it.

"Jack?" Sam called out. "Hey." Nothing came from Jack.

"Jack?" I tried. He didn't move. I gently shook his shoulder. "Jack." Jack's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at me. "You ok?"

Jack looked at my hand on his shoulder. "Yeah. Uh, good. I'm good."

I slowly took my hand off him when he kept looking back between me and my hand. Sam cleared his throat.

"What do you got there, Jack?" Sam asked. I didn't even realize Jack had something.

I guess he forgot, too, because he had to blink a few times before he held up what he brought. "Oh," he said. It was a small white flower with the pedals blossoming. "There was this woman carrying a bunch of these and gave me one." To my surprise, he held the flower up to me. "She told me to give it to the prettiest girl and to..." I stood there frozen when Jack tucked my hair behind my ear. He put the flower behind my ear until it pinned part of my hair back. Jack had the biggest smile on his face, "do that."

Oh, please. Don't make me barf.

I couldn't help but blush. "Umm, thanks, Jack."

This guy is making me sick.