An Answered Prayer

“So, said you gotta surprise for me, eh? What’cha got for me, little brother?” It has the intended effect, earning an annoyed grin from his brother and a heavy roll of his eyes. “Yeah yeah, it’s in your room. Figured you’d want some privacy with it.” He huffs in his mock annoyance, fighting down the sappy grin he knows is trying to spread across his lips. Dean simply pastes on a smarmy grin, turning in the direction of his room with a spin of his heels. “And it’s not from me, it’s from Jack!” He hears Sam shout over his shoulder. That slows Dean’s steps a bit but doesn’t stop them entirely. The kid-god had brought him a surprise? Jack had sworn to be a hands-off god, refusing to put his fingers in the world's business, and promising to keep the Demons and Angels in as much check as possible. Sure he couldn’t get rid of the normal monsters like shifters and vamps, or ghosts for that matter, but they were wrangling the big hitters, and Dean found himself more than appreciative. No more apocalypses, not unless someone on earth did something really stupid. So just what had Jack left for him?