The shock and surprise of it all was wearing off. Or he was getting numb to it. That was possible. That was what had happened in Apocalypse world. Which he was in no state to think about with the newfound guilt over the blood on his hands.

Who knew getting one's soul back would hurt so much?

Jack knew he could go explore and learn the new land. Even with his powers all but nerfed for the time being, he didn't find it so bad. He'd been made human once, and it didn't slow him down... until it started killing him anyway. This time he wasn't worried, he had been assured he'd be back to himself, soon.

Walking out into the streets of the free cities in his new clothes. His eyes taking it all in. As much as he wanted to go hide in the dark and feel terrible for what he had done. He had to keep going, this world could need him, and he knew Dean wouldn't give up. So he had to live by WWDD. What would Dean Do?

Cas may have been a better choice, but his mind was made.