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You hear that?

That is the noise of Jack approaching the farm, European folk metal blaring out of the speakers of the Coraline. He had considered arriving at Ruth, but then he decided to screw that idea. Jack Hollins doesn't fear anything at the farm, dammit.

So he's driving up merrily, singing along with the radio.

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"You guys were looking for me?"

The air is damp enough to be clammy, cold enough to be thusly irritating.

"Whatever it was, I didn't do it."

Jo wrinkled her nose, talking to Jack specifically.

"Younger than I thought."

"Just because I'm a ghost doesn't mean I can't hear you."

Sparrow objects to people not talking to her directly.

"And I can still kick your ass. If I had feet."

Jack grins. He likes Sparrow already.

"Than I thought as well," he says to Jo, turning his attention right back to Sparrow.

"You're Sparrow? Dick's little sister?"

Jo snorted at the last few words the girl has said.

She was spunky, at least. There were many worse starts.

She's not just spunky, she really thinks she could.

"That's me. You know him?"

HE CALLED HER HIS SISTER ♥

Jack's sure she could, sure.

He sits down, grinning at her.

"I met him, aye. Said a man stole your body? I may be able to track it down."

Jo's not against letting her try. That would be, err, if she knew.

Instead, she's going to lean on a counter, half slouching, absently thinking the kitchen was better when it smelled of cookies and smirk with a, "Hey," before watching Jack get down to business.

Unfortunately the cookie smell left with Steph. Claire has taken her cookie-skills somewhere else.

"Yeah, a stupid dead guy with ridiculous eyebrows," Sparrow complains.

"How are you going to get it back?"

"I'm a Reader."

Jack has a distant expression on his face, observing the little girl closely.

"Jack Hollins is me. I find things."

"Then we'll go about trying to reverse the process."

Not unlike pulling spirits out, just completely different.

Dean and his sibling issues.

"Like a metamutant? You're psychic?"

Sparrow can deal with that.

"What do you need?"

Sibling issues, huh? At least there's a Sam now.

"Like that," he confirms. "You want to tell me what happened?"

Jo's gonna prop herself up to sit on the counter for story time.

Whut? She pretty much disregards everyone's space with the same nonchalance.

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Especially as she's almost sitting in Sparrow. She gets a look for that.

"I was just taking a walk," she complains, "when I found this ghost, complaining about how hard it was being dead. I stopped to talk, and suddenly he was pushing into my body. It was really weird, and kinda hurt, being thrown out like that."

She's telling the truth, that's obvious.

And it's sort of refreshing to see a girl of her age so obnoxiously honest.

"It can be done," he says, "if you know how. He saw that and used it against you."

Like being possessed by a demon, except that her soul was shoved out instead of being shoved into a little black box that got to watch everything.

Jo's not sure this is the worse option.

"Yeah," Sparrow says. "You need a description? 'Cause the body looks likeme."

Jack agrees with Jo. This way is easier for Sparrow to get back.

"I need one not," he says. "I think I have a reading of you."

Sparrow'll have to deal with repercussions, but it's not the same as having to share those moments - being in that other mind, that other soul at the same time as its in hers.

Jo will trace a line a shape on her forearm now, that would only look familiar to Jack of all people. The movement though looks rather normal and fidgety.

It's actually being damn glad for the fact it can't happen to her.

"What's next, then?"

The ghost doesn't answer that. She wants to know too.

"Pick up the brothers and set out," is the answer.

"Last seen in Metropolis, so back there we go."

Jo raised an eyebrow.

"That was it?"

Why did she have to come to the farm then?

She pushed herself down off the counter, making a face when her hand ended up somewhere quite cold.

That somewhere is in fact icy cold.

"Hey, get the hell off me!" Sparrow complain, before heading out to find Dick.

Jack shakes his head. "I knew not where to start. Needed to be here to meet her.

"Was there not another?"

He was sure there were two ghosts on the farm.