Wish I'd brought chicken soup (Sam)
Jack had finished a commission, if it could be called that: a simple box meant to keep a few personal secrets. There was place to put a lock, and the box was made of sturdy material. It would take a great deal to get inside the the secrets, but Jack didn't believe anything overly serious would be placed inside. It was meant for a child, or that was what she thought.
The hunter was more than a little disheartened when she discovered the box was meant for some lady's husband to keep his trinkets in. The way the woman had described her husband had left Jack with the impression the gift recipient was a young boy who liked to keep treasure, and she found that the "boy" was a man in his mid-forties who giggled and tittered and did not seem to mind being arm candy. In another setting, Jack might have found this display somewhat amusing, but in the end, it disgusted her. She was more than ready to get off this planet.
To cheer herself up, and possibly spend a little of the money she'd just made, she went in search of a certain tall fellow who just started his ride on the crazy train. She hadn't seen him since the party, and Jack thought he might be good for a little venting and drink.
Jack wasn't all that pleased to find Sam had taken to his bed. She asked for access to the large Winchester's room, and was somewhat surprised that she was allowed up.