Jack had followed after the hunters, how could he not? That kind of stupid need to help was a core trait of who he is. He couldn't help but follow after the Winchesters had left to try and help others. He had yet to cross paths with his chosen family, or find out if Castiel was okay yet.

No, he needed to walk away from the infirmaries for awhile and that walk had ended up being much longer than expected. Maybe it was a pull of power, maybe it was idle wandering, but as he was walking past the inn he felt it.

That power, and the ping of pain in him. Once he had wanted to know the man, the man whose hurt him more than once. He turned, knowing before he even made eye contact it was Lucifer. He'd felt him here since he first regained his powers in this world.

How odd it had to look just standing there staring at Lucifer from under his brown hood. He should say something, or run....

"...Hi." He spoke lifting his hand awkwardly. Did anyone expect anything else. He should have kept walking, but, he couldn't, yet he didn't get closer either.