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Dean had been gone for several weeks now and everything felt terrible. Everything sucked, and Jack didn't know how to deal with it. He was tired of pacing his room and hoping the answer would just appear. He was tired of seeing Sam completely in despair and Cas always having to be out. He felt so alone and that he had to be strong. He would constantly sit with Sam and help him research, he would eat the terrible green food Sam cooked, and he would obey Sam's every command. He did whatever Sam said except for an incident a couple of weeks ago. He was determined to make Sam's life at the Bunker as easy as possible until they could get Dean back. That was the only way Jack could help.

If only Jack had his powers, he could take on Michael and get him out of Dean. He knew he could, he was the son of an archangel, but he was just a random guy without his grace. His grace was what made him. His grace helped people, but it also destroyed people. If Jack had it, he would have been able to help Dean, but Lucifer stole it from him. Michael had claimed once he could give him his powers back, but Jack thought it was just a trick. There was no way the archangel could give him enough grace, because Gabriel wasn't able to and he was an archangel.

Jack sighed as he went into the garage. He needed to take his mind off of everything, but he also wanted to be close to Dean. Dean had told him a few weeks ago that the Impala would be his someday when he wasn't here. Jack didn't think Dean would be gone so soon, and he knew he was coming back but he promised to take care of her. He promised to make sure the car just didn't waste away and Sam didn't deck her out in some random tech he bought. He had promised Dean he would protect his car.

Jack got into the driver's seat, the keys were already in the ignition, so he just turned them, and the car sprung to life. The Nephilim wasn't going anywhere. He just wanted to hear the car. He wanted to hear the purr of the car that Dean was so proud of. He wanted to look at the Legos that had been stuffed in the vents. He wanted to trace his initials: on the dashboard right below Sam's and Dean's. He wanted to do all of this because this was Dean's car. It was the car that had taken him to the Bunker the first time, it was the one that had to hear their family constantly bicker, and it was the car that would remain even after the Winchesters were gone.

Jack reached over to where Dean kept his tapes with old music on them. He reached the one that said AC/DC and placed it into the car's music player. He pressed play and turned the music up all the way, he smiled as Highway To Hell came exploding through the speakers. Jack began to tap his foot along to the beat smiling at the memories he had to this song. Dean loved to play this son when the family were all trying to fall asleep which made Sam make his bitch face at his brother.

Jack began to sing along with the song and hit the steering wheel as he rocked out. He loved the roar of the guitars and the steady drum beats that he could feel in his heart. He also loved the song because Cas had a debate with Dean about how there was no true highway to hell, which Dean told him AC/DC could think what they wanted because they were legendary. Jack tended to agree.

All of a sudden, he heard a loud knock on the car window. He looked out of it and saw Sam looking at him with an amused/concerned expression. Jack turned down the music and rolled down the window, so he could talk to his father. "Sorry," Jack said, he assumed he had interrupted his research.

Sam shook his head at his son, he was trying to be so much like Dean. Jack wanted to be strong, but Sam and Cas saw right through it, he was messed up about Dean. "Don't apologize, you were just listening to music." Sam said with a shake of his head as he gestured for Jack to scoot over. "Do you want to go for a drive? We can listen to AC/DC if you want?"

Jack's eyes widened in surprised. Sam usually didn't want to listen to AC/DC because Dean played it so much. Jack could probably say the song lyrics forwards and backwards because they listened to it so much, he knew Sam was doing this just for him. "You don't have to, Sam." Jack said giving him a small smile. "I know you're really busy."

Sam shook his head gently. "I can take a break for a few. Come on, it'll be fun." Sam said as he got in the car and Jack scooted over.

Sam set his hands behind the wheel as he opened up the garage with the garage door opener that he had convinced Dean to let stay in the car. He pulled out as Jack turned up the music. Sam wanted to groan, but this wasn't about him this was about his son and he had agreed they could listen to it. Sam began to press on the gas to go extremely fast just the way Dean liked to drive as AC/DC blasted through the speakers.

"This is amazing," Jack yelled over the music with a huge grin on his face. He rolled down the passenger window and stuck his hand out as he screamed along with the words of AC/DC.

Sam couldn't help but join in with his son. Both of them sang loudly and obnoxiously as the highway in the middle of the do-nothing town in Kansas rolled past them. This was the most fun Sam had had in a while, and he really didn't think his fun moment would be with AC/DC but it was. They drove around for about two hours and listened to three different tapes before Sam took them home.

Sam loaded the Impala into the garage when his son turned to him with a smile. "Thanks Sam, this was…awesome." Jack said with a nod of his head.

Sam smiled at his son, he only wished the person who really enjoyed AC/DC and any of the other of his late father's tapes was still here. "You're welcome," Sam said, his voice hoarse from screaming along to the music.

Sam got out of the car when Cas came up to him. "Hey Cas, what's up?" Sam asked with a cough, he really should not have screamed as loud as he did with Jack. He got too carried away.

"You sound terrible," Cas observed with a frown. He adjusted his trench coat as Sam moved past him to get inside.

"Thanks," Sam said dryly as he headed toward the kitchen, he could really use some warm tea right about now. "Did you find anything on Dean? Any leads?" Sam asked him as he began to heat water up to make his tea.

Cas frowned shaking his head. "No, not yet, but the few angels I know are working on it. We will find Dean soon." Cas said turning and looking at Sam. "Where did you go with Jack?" He asked him.

Sam sighed, he was really hoping for a lead on his older brother. It had been several weeks since Dean had gone missing and he missed him more and more each day. He knew everyone else in their little family felt the same, but Sam was unhealthily co-dependent on his brother. He had to be though, because his brother was all he had. They came into the hunting world together and they would go out of it together by hell or highwater.

"We just went for a drive in the Impala." Sam said as the water got warm enough. He bored it into a tea cup and added the tea bag. "It was good to get out."

Cas went over to Sam and awkwardly touched his shoulder. Cas's people skills were much better but there was still some work he had to do. "I miss him too," Cas said before taking a step back and leaving the room.