Welcome to my Jack centric story. It is just a prologue, the ordinary chapters are going to be longer. Just one thing before we will start, English isn't my native language, so if I did some mistakes I am sorry and don't bother to let me know in review or PM. Now, Jack has something to say:

Jack: I don't care anymore.

Jack!

Jack: Ugh, whatever. SzymonS doesn't own Supernatural, he just owns this story. Happy?

Jack POV

I was sitting at the bench, looking at the ground. It was a beautiful day, people around me was laughing, enjoying the weather and each other. But me? I didn't even pay attention on sunlight shining on my skin. It all beautiful world was nothing to me. It was weird. A week ago I killed a person who was like a second mother of mine and I don't feel guilty or remorse. In the other hand, I'm still hiding from Sam and Dean, too afraid to confront them. I tried to resurrect her for them. I tried very hard, but honestly I wasn't feeling bad when I failed. Why is that? I don't even afraid to die at this point. I looked at person sitting beside me.

"If my soul is gone and I can't feel, then why am I afraid meeting my fathers?" I asked knowing, that he will come up with a logical explanation, like he always does. My subconscious smiled friendly. During the past week, I got used to my mind's manifestation which looked like my biological father, Lucifer. At the beginning I found him annoying, but after some time I realised he talks reasonable and honestly, he was the only one I had left. It was weird he took form of the person I hated, but yet I wasn't able to feel hate anymore. Plus, Lucifer was the one person which truly understood me. Don't get me wrong, I loved whole Winchester family, but an archangel was the only person whose words were truly getting to me.

"You lost your soul, but maybe not in 100%?" He suggested. I looked at him suprised.

"But you said it was completely burned out" I accused. He shrugged.

"Yeah, I was guessing" I sent him a glare "Hey, don't blame me, you should be the one who feels it. But it is almost gone, that tiny piece isn't anything more than a sybolic shadow of your soul. Clearly, it is enough to feel something, but not much" he explained "Do you want my advice? No matter, I am going to give it to you anyway. Stop trying to feel. Just live, have a fun and forget about your daddys!" he exclaimed.

"I can not feel joy" I reminded him. He patted my shoulder.

"No, you don't feel attachment, emotions, but your body still can be satisfied. C'mon, let's have some fun. Roller coaster, night club, girls, you can have whatever you want and you are hiding in Poland, some forgotten by God country" he accused. True, I was hiding somewhere in Europe so Sam and Dean wouldn't find me. By two days Rowena was trying to locate me, but after I was blocking her the whole time, she finally gave up. As I knew, Sam and Dean never leaves USA, so I should be safe here.

"It would be right" I admitted. Walking people were looking at me weid, when I was talking to myself, but why should I care?

"Sure I am kiddo" he smiled. I couldn't not notice he used nickname Lucifer used to give me. Mine subconscious must really miss him "Do you remember the one time after losing your soul, when you were truly happy?" he asked.

"It was with Eliot, Max and Stacy" I said. It felt nice to be a part of a group, with don't bother you by annoying "Are you ok?" forty times a day.

"Because you need a company, membership. You might had lost a soul, but it's not like angels have those, and they can feel too thanks to their grace. I mean, just look at Cas. He told you how he arrived to earth and he didn't cared about anything but the mission. However, after spending some time with the Winchesters, he learned seeing a difference between good and evil. Isn't it what you want?"

"I do, but I... I killed Mary" I reminded him. If I will start feel now... That will by horrifying, I will never forgive myself.

"Relax pal, you can learn to feel, what you want to feel" he assured me. I tilted my head.

"How do you know it all while I don't?" I asked suspicious, but not mad or afraid. He looked confused.

"Well... I am you subconscious and you are the primordial entity. You know everything, just... You are too young to understand it yet" it sounded logical, but way he was talking was weird, just like he would get scared... But why do I care?

"So, what do you suggest?" I smiled.

"At the beginning, lets go back to the States" he suggested.

I hope you guys enjoyed it, expect another chapter tomorrow. Now I realize this site don't have ,,I like it" button, which sucks because without it writers don't know how many people enjoyed their stories. I understand that writing comment after every chapter can be boring so if you enjoyed it and don't want to write anything, just do copy and paste: I liked it :)