Jack was nervous. He left the bunker without saying good bye. He walked for about 45 minutes going over what he was going to say. This was going to be the hardest thing he has ever done. He wished he was facing down a demon. Hell, he almost wished he was facing down his dad. He took in a deep breath. He grabbed the help wanted sign and headed in.
He looked at the older woman. Stunned.
"Are you sure?" He asked, eyes wide open.
"Most of our employees are paid under the table so you won't be much different. And you really should get a social security card sooner rather than later," she paused, "and a birth certificate too," she gave him a worrisome look. He nodded. "So will you take it?" She asked, "like I said we're short staffed so we'll need you tomorrow. It's short notice but we could really use your help,". Jack paused.
"Yes," he smiled a little, "I'll do it!" The women smiled.
"Thank god," he held her chest and sighed.
The woman asked his shirt size and left for a few minutes. She came back with the stores' branded plastic bag in her hand. She handed him the bag.
"Here's your shirts, three of 'em. Just come in tomorrow at 11 for your shift. Oh, and I'm Kelly. I'll be your head manager from now on,". Jack looked at her.
"That's... my moms name," Jack whispered.
"Oh, well I hope you like me as much as you like your mom," she smiled innocently.
"Yeah," he looked to the floor.
He made it back to the bunker. He quietly tiptoed in. He acted normal as he walked past Dean who was laying against the wall.
"What'd ya get at the store?" He didn't even look at him. Jack swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Shirts," he wasn't lying.
"With what money?" Dean peeked up at him, eyebrow lifted.
"I've been stealing off the top," again, he didn't lie. He had been taking a few dollars here and there. Sam caught him a few months back. The older man just smiled and said to not get caught again.
"Yeah, Sammy told me," Dean moved off of the wall.
"Thanks Sam," Jack rolled his eyes and let his body slump over.
"I mean, I'll admit, I'm a little surprised that you would do that but hey," Dean reached for the bag, "at least you got some nice shirts. Let me see 'em," Jack pulled away.
"They're mine, back off," Jack tried to act playful.
"Come on, we're the same size, I want to see if I want them," he reached for the bag again. Jack quickly walked away, Dean trailing after him.
Sam had his nose in his phone, walking towards the two idiots.
"Sam, stop him!" Dean shouted. Immediately Sam dropped his phone and grabbed Jack.
"Wait, why?" Sam pulled back, confused. Before he could say anything Dean grabbed the bag from Jack. He laughed victoriously before opening the bag and grabbing the first shirt. He pulled it out. And held it in the air. His smiling face morphed into a confused gawk. He twisted it around to show Sam.
"What hell is this?" The shirt was a purple polo with an embroidered logo on the chest.
"It's a shirt," Jack shrugged.
"No," Dean glared at him, "it's the stores' lame uniform. Why do you have this?" He dug through the bag again, "these. Three of them," Dean looked up and stared into the boys eyes.
"I stole them," Jack lied, "for the employee discount,".
"Bull shit. Don't lie to me,". Jack pursed his lips and scowled. "Not talking? Okay," he cocked his head to the side with an angry smile. Deans gaze turned to Sam. "Order him,".
"What?" Sam squinted his eyes.
"Order him. Make him tell us," Dean nodded.
"I'm not going to," he sounded offended, "giving orders is illegal to use against non-family members, you know that," . Dean gave him a fake shocked look.
"You don't consider Jack family!?" he put his hand to his chest. Sam scowled.
"Dean, I wouldn't even order you if I got the chance,". Dean averted his eyes. Sam perked up. "Have I ordered you?" He asked, shocked. Jack took the opportunity to snatched his shirts and ran to his room. Dean followed him and Sam followed Dean.
Jack got to his room and shut the door behind him. Dean was only seconds behind but it wasn't quick enough. He pulled on the door and tried to open it.
"I will take this door off of the hinges," Dean shouted through the door, " your door is a privilege not a right,".
"When did I give you an order?" Sam was still stuck on the other topic. Dean tried pulling on the door. After a minute with no luck he gave up. He started leaving.
"Dean, when did I give you an order?" He was still wondering.
"Ah, back in Oregon, I ate chili and had gas. You were half asleep and told me to sleep outside,".