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Dean has been back in Metropolis for a while.

He just hasn't gone to see the girls. The thought of the bitching they're gonna dish out for him taking off is a bit offputting -- and besides, he really needs to find more books with some reliable information for the farm ghost situation.

(Or at least, that's an excuse.)

He's in what's left of the Metropolis City Library at the moment, poking through old reference books with dirty hands and occasionally shoving a near-priceless tome roughly into his knapsack. Dean's respect for books, let him show you it.

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Rachel frowns and gets to her feet, walking on the rafter back toward the bookshelf she'd used to climb up there. She's never been very good at the balance beam but she's been working on it the last few weeks and walks the rafter fairly well.

"You were spying that night in the woods," she points out, not bothering to raise her voice while she walks away. "Steph practically threatened my life if I went near the farm. Why should I go?"

"Oh yeah, that." Dean frowns, and shrugs. "I wasn't spying. You weren't exactly quiet."

Obviously this is more important than giving her a reason.

"You could have walked away."

Further arguments will have to wait until she's climbed down, sliding the book she was reading onto the nearest shelf. "Asked Jo yet?"

Dean watches her climb, but then any straight man would.,

"Yeah. She might."

At least she's wearing jeans over her morphing outfit - and is in a good enough mood to ignore the watching. Rachel leans against the bookshelf, brows lifted and curious.

"All set then, aren't you?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "Christ, this again? Can you just give a yes or a no?"

Rachel's lips twitch again - into a smirk. "I don't know about you, but getting into screaming matches with insane superhero-wannabes isn't my idea of fun, and you already know ghost-hunting isn't on my list of skills. I'm not saying anything about anyone, other than wondering why you need me."

"You're not that bad at it," Dean says, frowning. "Might use a hand, is all. Forget it."

They didn't want her anyway.

Yeah.

And those grapes were probably sour.

Rachel considers this for a moment, tongue between her teeth.

"...what's the job?"

Dean raises one eyebrow, frowning.

"... gettin' a girl back into her body. Bringing a different girl back from the dead."

Rachel considers this a little more, looking a bit more perplexed.

"...so ...nothing that needs to actually be fought."

"Not unless we get lucky."

Dean looks slightly wistful. He likes fights.

Rachel is slightly useless if there isn't a fight. If anything, she looks uncomfortable, arms crossing. "...I appreciate it. I'm just not seeing what exactly what I'd be a help with."

"Well, shit, I dunno." Dean shrugs. "Don't come if y'don't wanna. I just figure you and Jo are close."

"...about as 'close' as you and I are," Rachel replies, blinking with surprise - and even using the finger quotations. "If you don't want me there, don't ask. I don't want to get in the way."

"Or give you another chance to watch a tiny, angry girl scream at me either."

Dean glares at her -- and then snorts with amusement. "Well, it's her boyfriend who's the one askin'. He promised me he'd keep her away.

"I don't not-want y'there, Rachel. I just think y'might be useful. I don't really know what I'm doin' either. Usually I send ghosts on, not bring 'em back."

Rachel smirks a little back - and shrugs.

"All right. Count me in."

She'll just find hunting projects on the side, if she needs to.

Dean grins at her. "Sweet. You got anythin' keeping y'here, or you OK to head off tonight?"

Rachel shrugs, hands spread to take in everything on her - which doesn't appear to be anything but the clothes on her back and the holster on her hip. "I'm okay to head off right now. You and Jo just let me know when."

"Sweet," Dean says again, happily. "I gotta find a bit more info first. You got anything on bringin' ghosts back t'life?"

"...you're talking to the wrong person. When the aliens show up that you need to get rid of, then you ask for my expertise."

"Just checkin." Dean looks completely unsurprised. "A'ight, lemme get back t'the books then. I'll leave you t'the aliens."

"I'd be happy if they'd just show up, at this point." Rachel smirks and tilts her head, trying to catch the titles on the books he's holding. "Since I'm low on aliens, need help on the books?"

"Yeah, definitely." Dean's smile this time is faint. "Freaking hate research. Usually m'-- usually someone else does it. I freaking miss the internet, though, man."

Wrinkling her nose at that, Rachel pushes off from the bookshelf. "Well, I never had to do any ghost research," she notes, coming over to look at some of the books he has on the table, "but I've written a ten page term paper on a book I didn't read in a night. I can do some actual research."