[ That is something Dean would do, for sure, so Jack relates to it. It would be frustrating. He considers using his powers to pop one of the man's tires so he would be stranded and they could have a stern talk, but focusing on his new friend's car situation is probably more important. He looks at the car and back at Jesse, passively letting him get out his feelings since it seems like he has a lot of them. It's perfectly reasonable. This situation is confusing. ]

It's okay. I'm glad you're not injured. I'm going to do something scary, okay? You don't have to be scared though. I want you to have your car back.

[ Jack told himself to try and act like a normal human as long as possible, but he is truly terrible at that, and it wouldn't be right if he stood there and acted like he couldn't help get the car out of the ditch. What was he supposed to do, let it break and leave it? No, that would be mean.

Jack hops down into the ditch and puts his hands underneath the car. He gets the best grip he thinks he can have and starts to lift. He is very strong but he rarely uses it this way, but his father's power is especially bursting inside of him at the moment, so it is very easy for him to simply lift it over his head and walk up onto the road. It looks as if it weighs no more to him than the helmet on his head, and that's mostly true. He's an angelic Superman here.

He is very careful when he sets it down but it does clang a little and he frowns, flinching. He looks back to Jesse and his eyes glow an inhuman white-gold.]

Sorry, the balance was a little off. [ He adjusts it to make certain it is solidly on its tires again. Success. ] Okay, there.