There's somethin' about Purgatory. It's got a way of changin' a man. Dean and I, we were-- [ He pauses, thinking on it, looking for the word, before finally settling on-- ] brothers. Had a real special bond, you know?

[ It took a while to get there. You can't trust anyone in Purgatory, first lesson you learn. ]

He sure was charmin', just knew how to sweet talk me. [ He huffs a breath, a ghost of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. ] Never met a man who could scowl and flirt at the same time, but Dean managed it.

[ A beat, the smile falters just a little. ]

We saved each other, more times than I can count. 'Course, I'm technically dead already, so I guess he had the harder job.

[ The offer of blood earns Jack a look - surprised, maybe even a little touched, though he covers it with a crooked smile. ]

You’re a real sweetheart, but you're right, I like my meals without a side of divine immolation. Hospital’s a better bet. Bagged blood’s not gourmet, but it keeps me upright. [ He's just not sure if you can...walk into a hospital and snatch a blood bag, here. He'd paid good black market scratch for it back when he'd been alive, and it hadn't been easy to find. This place is even more of a cluster than home had been. ]