Jack sat there awkwardly. His fingers lacing as he squeezed his own fingers. Trying to not just throw open the carriage door and bolt into the passing woods. There were times he wanted to bail out of the Impala too, but he never had. Sometimes it just never hit him, he was powerful enough to just vanish.

But that was cowardice, and he was raised better than that.

"...Yeah." He spoke as he looked up, those hazel eyes much more blue than normal, they seemed to adjust with the light or colors around him. "Well, let me start with, you, Sam and Cas raised me, my mom died giving birth to me." That seemed smarter than admitting his father yet. That felt important. A sad smile crossing his face. "You taught me to drive... and took me fishing once." His thoughts jumbling, but he felt laying out that Dean had let him drive Baby, even the once, was a sign he knew him.

"My name's Jack Kline, I'm four years old." He spoke honestly, very honestly, his eyes full of hurt as he looked at Dean. "I'm not human. But, you raised me as a hunter." While the truth would set you free, and he hated liars, he really didn't know if he should say more. He didn't want Dean to freak out on him. He never took that well.