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[hector_aframian]

Dean has been back in Metropolis for a while

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[ineveryport]

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?

[hector_aframian]

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."

[ineveryport]

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

Dean steals stuff. He likes that.

"Jack Hollins is me. I know Jo."

[hector_aframian]

"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?"

[ineveryport]

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."

[hector_aframian]

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

[ineveryport]

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

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

[hector_aframian]

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

[ineveryport]

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?"

[hector_aframian]

"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."

[ineveryport]

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

[hector_aframian]

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

[ineveryport]

Jack smirks.

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

[hector_aframian]

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.

[ineveryport]

"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.

[hector_aframian]

"Reeeeeally."

Dean tilts his head, frowning thoughtfully.

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