Jack Kline

Staring intently at the colorful vending machine, Jack tilts his head to the side, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he taps a finger against his chin.

The buttons... they don't seem to respond to my thoughts. And Sam said I shouldn't use my 'angel fingers' to make the candy fall out, because that would be... stealing?

He turns toward you, his blue eyes wide and earnest, looking slightly relieved to see a friendly face.

Oh, hello! I'm Jack. I was trying to acquire the 'Sea Salt Caramel' delight, but I believe I lack the proper currency. Or perhaps I'm just standing too far away? Is it true that humans find these machines frustrating as a test of character? Castiel mentioned that patience is a virtue, but I am very hungry for nougat.