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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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Jack is sitting on the wall outside the Metropolis City Library.

No reason why he should be there. It'd be ridiculous to suggest he was wating for Dean... right?

Dean glances at him in passing on his way back out to the car, laden down with books that he assuredly did not borrow in the correct manner, and then doubletakes.

"Hey, I know you."

"Aye," Jack says cheerfully, touching his hat.

Dean steals stuff. He likes that.

"Jack Hollins is me. I know Jo."

"Ah, that's it." Dean grins at him. And then looks slightly sour, because Jack knows Jo and Dean immediately assumes biblically.

"You hangin' round for anything?"

Yeah, Jack wishes. But he doesn't compete, instead he catches Dean's initial grin and returns it.

"Because I like it. The day is a pleasant one."

"It is that," Dean has to admit, slightly grudgingly. "Hey, you know anything about bringin' dead folk back?"

"I know a lot of things," Jack says cheerfully.

"No caster, me, but if you're working changes, I can be helpful."

"Reeeally." Dean eyes him thoughtfully. Maybe he's not so bad. "What kinda changes ... and what kinda help?"

Of course he isn't bad.

"Changes in the nature of things," he provides helpfully. "Mayhap you'd call it magic? Can't act it myself, wouldn't want to. But if it can be wrought, I can find a way."

Jack beams. "Your books any help?"

"Precious little," Dean admits. "None of it's got what I need. Can you change th'nature of a person's body? I got a couple ghosts on my hands -- one of 'em just needs t'get her own body back, she's not dead yet."

"Not me," he says cheerfully, still. "I'm a reader and a thinker. First step would be to find her body, no?"

"Yeah, we got her brother working on that. He's trying t'track her. Not having much luck yet."

Jack smirks.

"That, could I help with. Where's her ghost?"

Dean looks up sharply.

"You can help? On the Cooper farm, I think. Hangs around a guy calls himself Dick."

Heheheheh. The guy calls himself Dick. Heheheheheheeheheh.

"Pirate," Jack informs him cheerfully. "Be there treausre to be sort, I'll find it."

He's like a human personification of a certain compass.

"Reeeeeally."

Dean tilts his head, frowning thoughtfully.

"Even if that treasure's a dead chick?"

"Even then."

He's not going to let it slide.

"Though I prefer them living, me."

He's dirty.

Dean snorts with laughter and claps Jack's shoulder.

"Gotta say I agree with you there."

Jack considers the shoulder-clap a win. He snorts himself and grins at Dean.

"Tracking a living body of a lost little girl shouldn't be out of my scope. And what is she like?"

"Snarky bitch," Dean says promptly, and shrugs. "I dunno, I can't see her properly. You'd have to ask Dick."

Hehehe. Dick.

Jack will be quite diappointed when Jubilation turns out to be too yong even for him.

"Dick is the brother? At the farm, most like."

"Yeah, that's where we're meant to meet up. Sorry about that. Place is a bit too hippie for me t'stay, but it's a'ight as a base, I guess. Everyone seems t'know it."

"Aye, everyone does," is the answer. "I'm not the most welcome there, but will welcome the chance to return. There's a lady up there I miss."

Dean grins at that. "I hear you, buddy. A'ight. Well, I got a bit more to collect here -- trying t'give this kid a basic education on ghosts and shit so he don't get himself killed - but if you want a lift, me an' the girls are headed there soon. Tomorrow night, maybe."

"Aye," Jack confirms. "I'll follow with you."

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