I still have a third of a jar left. [ He's still not used to thinking ahead when it comes to meal prep or any other aspects of being human that he doesn't quite understand. Like washing clothes. They probably need a wash soon since he can't keep them pristine by holy grace at the moment. ] I don't have a job if that's what you're asking.

[ Look, he doesn't usually need 'things'. You and Dean didn't exactly follow capitalism when he was with you so it's not something he quite understands yet, especially since the last time he was human, he was living at the shelter. He's been collecting berries and other edible foods from the forest. You'd be amazed at what nature can provide. He's also bartered items for regular meals. ]

Why would it make me feel good if it wasn't good for me?

[ Sam. You make no sense. A thought he doesn't articulate out loud because his head snaps up at the name. ]

Jack? [ He didn't know he was staying with them, but if he thought about it, Jack and Sam were both ahead of him. They probably knew each other. ] I didn't realize you knew him. Is he also... around a lot? When you're from?

[ Sam said he was around more too. Was it the same with Jack? It's still an odd thought but one he finds himself looking forward to. Sam and Dean. Jack, too. They felt like home. ]

I'd like that.

[ He says, a soothing feeling settling in between his ribs. It doesn't last long. Nothing ever does. The news of Dean possibly missing drives out any good feelings. ]

Where did he go? [ He stands taller, worry etched between the crease in his brow. ] Did something happen with Lucifer?

[ Already he's looking out the door ready to leave at a moment's notice even if he's more burden than help right now, but the drive has him in its grip. ]